Welcome to the Army! NCR!
Apparently we will fall under new structure. I, Colonel Hannigan am recruiting YOU to join arms under the two headed bear! Now what do I have in mind for the NCR? Several positions to offer for you to fall under. The squads will all be the same but each member will have a specialized class.
Squad leaders
Make sure the recruits are in line, they control the platoon and could be any of the classes listed below, (but are usually determine by rank)
Medics
Carry the food and tend the wounds. They basically bring aid to soldiers who need it.
communications/Engineer
Are usually the guys who do the redstone, must have knowledge about redstone and would be the guys who set up the fuses and makes the piston stuff around outposts. Should be able to repair and such if needed. Radio if need help and build barriers to hide behind. They also set mines around for enemies to step on.
supportmen
Have the best equipment in the squad and they are overall fighters. They fight anyone chasing during the fallback or retreat called.
Riflemen
They are basically the fighters of the squad. They are able to handle using guns and swords.
Other NCR Divisions: Rangers
They're the best of the best. They are the specialized NCR forces that help out the NCR if needed.
First Recon
They're the scouts who sabotage the enemy and are specialized marksmen. They snipe and are the best getting into enemy line without being spotted.
Sgt. Joshua "Red" Boone, 2nd Squad Leader, First Recon reporting for duty!
Time you can dedicate to server weekly -it truly depends on the current situation with the family, but shooting from the hip would be 2 to 5 hours a day, if that...
Do you have Teamspeak? If no will you get it? -no, and might get it.
What is the fifth Server Law? -No sharing of account information
IC
Name -Dean
Gender -male
Age -24
RP example -after the long road north, dean finally awoke from his rest in the broken down shack he used as shelter for the night. opening his eyes to the still dusty air with a ray on sunlight peering through the cracked walls. leaning up from his slumber, his back cracked a few times giving him relief, and he exhaled a lung full of air to the morning feel. dean looked down to his pipboy, the 3000a model, and checked the time, reading 9:30. "jeez, its that late?..." he mumbled as he flipped over and sat his feet on the ruined rotted carpet. "didnt mean to sleep that late again... need to program an alarm into this thing. well lets see whats for breakfast...". dean began to shuffle through his pack, looking for that bit of mirelurk he killed a few days back, along with that nuka cola he scrounged. pulling out a clump of rags and unrolling it to reveal the flesh and with his cola, he looked in distaste.
"oh yea, still raw..." dean said smacking his lips looking forward to eating it after he was done cooking it. a few minutes forth he found enough firewood to set up a fire, cooking the crab, he began to chow down. after his meal, he stood up and picked up his stuff and said " time to hit the road then..." and he left the house.
Biography [About a paragraph or 2] - dean was a vault dweller before an incident with the vault. his suit numbered 97, he wandered the wasteland from the northern edge of Nevada, living out his days as a mercenary, getting paid for trading his skills, whether it be the ability to procure blood, or repairing broken down cars, or even mailing packages from point a to b. his hair is a dark brown and wears glass over his glowing radiation green eyes. typical American composure, and plenty of scars on him made for good bar stories, but some are better left under his shirt. prefers to use American manufactured things and likes to drink nuka cola. being a collector of strange things like special caps or even bottles that look interesting, hopes to settle down and place up his collection of strange stuff. tends to keep to himself, but with friends is as open as a book, but some of the pages are ripped out, to say.
took you guys long enough to put the server back up, i have been waiting forever... nice to see you guys again. :huh.gif: :biggrin.gif: :smile.gif: :laugh.gif:
OOC
IGN - PainlessSpy
Age - 13
Time you can dedicate to server weekly - A few hours a day
Do you have Teamspeak? If no will you get it? - No and perhaps
What is the fifth Server Law? - No sharing account information
IC
Name - Jack Bellator
Gender - Male
Age - 23
RP example - I have played on several different RP servers including Stugace's Legends of Rome
Biography - Jack grew up in New Canaan until at the age of 8, New Canaan was destroyed by the White Legs. Being the lone survivor of his family, the young and self-sufficient Canaanite managed to evade the frequent run-ins with the White Legs. Eventually he neared the finish line of his treacherous odyssey to the town of the remaining Vault 93, Vault dwellers. So ends the beginning of his life as he enters a new chapter of both danger and triumph... Because war... War never changes.
Accepted:
TheCreeperSlayer - Well written. Welcome to the server. :smile.gif:
Already accepted:
TheFalloutGuy - I remember you from last server launch! Hi smithie.
Denied:
PainlessSpy - I like how you included New canaan in your Bio. We actually have a New NEW canaan in our server you might want to check out. :smile.gif: But RP example is how your character interacts with others, etc.
I thought it was like a box of chocolates, you never know what your gonna get.
****.
OMG I did see that same phone booth with the non-working teleporter!
****.
Sgt. Joshua "Red" Boone, 2nd Squad Leader, First Recon reporting for duty!
Pap was banned, but he came back because hes cool
Pap was banned, but he came back because hes cool
IGN -TheFalloutGuy
Age -16
Time you can dedicate to server weekly -it truly depends on the current situation with the family, but shooting from the hip would be 2 to 5 hours a day, if that...
Do you have Teamspeak? If no will you get it? -no, and might get it.
What is the fifth Server Law? -No sharing of account information
IC
Name -Dean
Gender -male
Age -24
RP example -after the long road north, dean finally awoke from his rest in the broken down shack he used as shelter for the night. opening his eyes to the still dusty air with a ray on sunlight peering through the cracked walls. leaning up from his slumber, his back cracked a few times giving him relief, and he exhaled a lung full of air to the morning feel. dean looked down to his pipboy, the 3000a model, and checked the time, reading 9:30. "jeez, its that late?..." he mumbled as he flipped over and sat his feet on the ruined rotted carpet. "didnt mean to sleep that late again... need to program an alarm into this thing. well lets see whats for breakfast...". dean began to shuffle through his pack, looking for that bit of mirelurk he killed a few days back, along with that nuka cola he scrounged. pulling out a clump of rags and unrolling it to reveal the flesh and with his cola, he looked in distaste.
"oh yea, still raw..." dean said smacking his lips looking forward to eating it after he was done cooking it. a few minutes forth he found enough firewood to set up a fire, cooking the crab, he began to chow down. after his meal, he stood up and picked up his stuff and said " time to hit the road then..." and he left the house.
Biography [About a paragraph or 2] - dean was a vault dweller before an incident with the vault. his suit numbered 97, he wandered the wasteland from the northern edge of Nevada, living out his days as a mercenary, getting paid for trading his skills, whether it be the ability to procure blood, or repairing broken down cars, or even mailing packages from point a to b. his hair is a dark brown and wears glass over his glowing radiation green eyes. typical American composure, and plenty of scars on him made for good bar stories, but some are better left under his shirt. prefers to use American manufactured things and likes to drink nuka cola. being a collector of strange things like special caps or even bottles that look interesting, hopes to settle down and place up his collection of strange stuff. tends to keep to himself, but with friends is as open as a book, but some of the pages are ripped out, to say.
took you guys long enough to put the server back up, i have been waiting forever... nice to see you guys again. :huh.gif: :biggrin.gif: :smile.gif: :laugh.gif:
IGN - PainlessSpy
Age - 13
Time you can dedicate to server weekly - A few hours a day
Do you have Teamspeak? If no will you get it? - No and perhaps
What is the fifth Server Law? - No sharing account information
IC
Name - Jack Bellator
Gender - Male
Age - 23
RP example - I have played on several different RP servers including Stugace's Legends of Rome
Biography - Jack grew up in New Canaan until at the age of 8, New Canaan was destroyed by the White Legs. Being the lone survivor of his family, the young and self-sufficient Canaanite managed to evade the frequent run-ins with the White Legs. Eventually he neared the finish line of his treacherous odyssey to the town of the remaining Vault 93, Vault dwellers. So ends the beginning of his life as he enters a new chapter of both danger and triumph... Because war... War never changes.
TheCreeperSlayer - Well written. Welcome to the server. :smile.gif:
Already accepted:
TheFalloutGuy - I remember you from last server launch! Hi smithie.
Denied:
PainlessSpy - I like how you included New canaan in your Bio. We actually have a New NEW canaan in our server you might want to check out. :smile.gif: But RP example is how your character interacts with others, etc.
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...Will I still be Sgt? And First Recon...? And 2nd Squad leader? Eh I dont care bout that last one :tongue.gif:
First Recon handpicked by bacon.
:smile.gif:
Gotta do the recon test though.
Vannessa and Red? :tongue.gif: