IGN: zziggy
Age: 19
Role-Play Exp.: Other MC servers, MMO's, etc
Why Us: This server looks badass! And because I love the Fallout series.
Time You Can Dedicate: 2hrs/day
IC
Name: Nate Rayder
Gender: M
Age: Unknown -- Mid 20's
Appearance: Thin-Athletic build with dark brown hair. Often times seen wearing something covering the face -- usually his signature bandana.
Fears: Deathclaws, radiation poisoning, NCR patrols.
Personality: Full of anger, sinister, very cautious, clever.
Occupation: Blacksmith and Craftsmen.
Skills: Rifles and pistols, crafting, tracking.
Nickname (Optional): Ray or Rayder
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
While venturing North of the strip, Rayder found himself being followed by a group of savage fiends. Rayder rounded the corner of a blown out building and quickly checked his two pistols he had acquired from his father years ago. Loaded. Clean. Safety off. The fiends rounded the corner and found themselves face to face with Rayder. Rayder: "What do you want?" Rayder spotted who he thought was the leader, and quickly noted the other 3 fiends were armed with knives.
Fiend Leader: "Caps..your caps -- hand em' over."
Rayder reached towards his back pocket, winked, then with a flash unloaded his father's six-shooter into the leader's chest. The other fiends reacted quickly and charged Rayder without hesitation. Rayder reached for his other pistol but it was quickly knocked away. The fiends approached Rayder with an evil grin. But then a crack rang out in the distance, and the next thing Rayder knew he was covered in blood. But not his own. Once he wiped the blood from his eyes he saw only two fiends remaining. The third kneeling and mutilated. Rayder muttered, "..I've got friends too you know". But in reality, he had no idea who had taken the shot. The fiends dove for the pistol lying on the ground. Another crack rang out. The fiend who had reached for the pistol was now writhing on the ground in pain -- his hand shattered into pieces. Rayder thought to himself, the wasteland is such a ruthless, gruesome place. The last fiend remained on the ground, close to the pistol, but seemingly in shock. Rayder walked past him and casually picked up his loaded pistol. He proceeded to turn towards the last fiend, who was now shaking in fear. Rayder smirked at him, and with an evil grin pointed his six-shooter at the fiends chest. The fiend croaked, "Please.. please". Rayder shook his head, "I have no mercy for scumbags like you."
The trigger clicked; The barrel flashed; The fiend screamed. The fiend frozen and motionless. Dead.
Rayder picked up his other pistol and walked away from the sniper position. The furious rage boiling inside of him.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
Rayder only remembers pieces of his childhood. He remembers not of where he was born, who his mother was, or how he managed to survive being raised in the horrible wasteland. But he does remember his father teaching him everything he knew about surviving in the cruel wasteland that had become everyone's home He was taught to craft anything he needed, and how to wield a weapon -- primarily pistols and bolt rifles. He also learned to scavenge and hunt for himself, who to avoid, and who to use. His father wasn't sinister but he only did something for personal gain. He would murder if he needed the money, steal if he needed the food, and lie if he needed the trust. But their luck eventually ran out. While hunting about ten miles Southwest of the strip, an NCR patrol spotted the pair and rushed to the scene. Rayder and his father tried to stay calm as the NCR questioned them. The NCR suspected Rayder's father to be a wanted murderer and a criminal. Rayder didn't want to believe it, but knew the allegations were probably true. Before they could react, the NCR pushed Rayder away and binded his father and took him away -- leaving Rayder to alone in a fury. That day Rayder's heart went cold.
Rayder was about 16 when he was left alone. Since that day Rayder inherited his father's techniques of surviving in the wasteland. He hunted, explored and scavenged for supplies, and did whatever he needed to do to survive. Rayder spun out of control -- a rage is always waiting to be unleashed inside of him. Rayder often murdered merchants and travelers who ventured West of the strip. Over time he developed his signature bandana to cover his face in case anybody witnessed his treacherous actions. He didn't want to suffer the fate of his father. As the days went on, his memories haunted him more. Rayder yearned to join the enemies of the NCR. He had heard of the Legion and immediately sought to join their ranks. But Rayder decided to wait -- he had established a haven West of the strip with a clean water supply close by and lively hunting ground just to the North. And if he was ever short on Caps, he would stalk and destroy caravans heading East into the strip. Soon Rayder plans to move out and try to join the Legion. He knows he will soon be discovered and jailed by the NCR if he stayed in one place and killed travelers. And so he prepared to set out on the adventure that awaits him..
IGN -Partisanturbine
Age -17
Time you can dedicate to server weekly -7-14 hours, maybe more.
Do you have Teamspeak? If no will you get it? -I have it.
What is the fifth Server Law? -Thou shalt not share of account information.
IC
Name -Jatrick
Gender -Male
Age -23
RP example - "So basically, were gonna run in there, and shoot it in the friggin head."
"That is the stupidest plan i have ever heard."
"Screwa you, doing it anyways."
Biography [About a paragraph or 2] -Jatrick was raised in the Waste's by his father as a farmer and hunter, until one faithful day when his father contracted an unnatural illness and died abruptly. To cope with this, Jatrick went into a small depression. He quickly recovered however, and decided that the world had to pay for taking his father from him, and then realized that would take too long, and decided to figure out a get rich quick scheme instead. It worked...for about twelve seconds, and Jatrick was soon poor again after a failed shady business deal. He now wanders the Waste's, trying to get rich again, and just generally doing whatever the heck he wants too, not caring at all about the consequences.
By agreeing to this you are fully agreeing that Bacon or any other staff can kick you from build team and depending on severity ban you for illegal world edit, screwing around, wasting time, not following orders, or not being nice.
IGN - Ossendar
Age - 16
Time you can dedicate to server weekly - As much time as I want, all that could separate me from playing is marching band.
Do you have Teamspeak? If no will you get it? - I do have teamspeak, what a lovely program.
What is the fifth Server Law? - No inappropriate user names.
IC
Name - Ossendar
Gender - Male
Age - 16
RP example - A confrontation occurs in a bar, two men fighting over who won a certain hand of cards (important to them, yet unimportant to the rest of the world).
Ossendar: Hey, could you quiet down? You're ruining my good night...
Gentlemen 1: Shut the **** up and go sit down little *****.
Gentlemen 2: Hurrdurr, you tell em Erny!
Ossendar: May I buy you a drink to repay for my obvious disrespect towards you kind sir?
Gentlemen 1: Hell to the yes, you can buy me some booze. Make it quick.
Ossendar goes to buy the drinks and slips sulfuric acid into them.
The men greedily snatch the drinks and gulp them right down.
Immediately after, the acid burns through their stomach as they writhe in pain.
Then, Ossendar loots their wallets, finding a couple condoms.
He then goes to the men's houses and fornicates with their wives.
Ossendar reflects upon the events of today.
"Had better, but an overall good day."
Biography [About a paragraph or 2] - I like RP'ing. I'm an admin on a popular "vanilla" minecraft server and do show large amounts of loyalty when I find something I'm passionate about. MLP is the best show on the god damn planet. And I have been losing interest in Minecraft, but I believe this server could change that for me. Hoping for a positive first impression, and a whitelisting. :biggrin.gif: <3
wrong app but awesome one
He's using the right app...
Is it not working for you either?
but its 3:24 there so i cannot guarantee anything
When roughly will it be up again?
Not a clue
Whooh you rule Highway
Age -17
Time you can dedicate to server weekly -7-14 hours, maybe more.
Do you have Teamspeak? If no will you get it? -I have it.
What is the fifth Server Law? -Thou shalt not share of account information.
IC
Name -Jatrick
Gender -Male
Age -23
RP example - "So basically, were gonna run in there, and shoot it in the friggin head."
"That is the stupidest plan i have ever heard."
"Screwa you, doing it anyways."
Biography [About a paragraph or 2] -Jatrick was raised in the Waste's by his father as a farmer and hunter, until one faithful day when his father contracted an unnatural illness and died abruptly. To cope with this, Jatrick went into a small depression. He quickly recovered however, and decided that the world had to pay for taking his father from him, and then realized that would take too long, and decided to figure out a get rich quick scheme instead. It worked...for about twelve seconds, and Jatrick was soon poor again after a failed shady business deal. He now wanders the Waste's, trying to get rich again, and just generally doing whatever the heck he wants too, not caring at all about the consequences.
IGN: twizzler_lord
How long have you been with this server: Since the beginning of this launch. So about 2 months?
Picture of your work: http://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.146153945476916.32161.100002469346450&type=3
By agreeing to this you are fully agreeing that Bacon or any other staff can kick you from build team and depending on severity ban you for illegal world edit, screwing around, wasting time, not following orders, or not being nice.
x Twizzler_Lord
1st Squad (Mostly EU)
Sgt. Arkansas (con68)
PVT.Adams (Simonmatilla)
Private Ryanes (eaglesfan308)
Doc.Pepper(meiscool1)
Private Josh Grim (wearsomekarma)
2nd Squad (mostly US)
Captain Cedric Bacon (Bacon_Nator)
Corporal Red (Twizzler_Lord)
Doc. Baton (guy0verthere)
PVT Lukatov(PenguinSpectre)
PVT. Pertrage (ironwoodoracle)
Engineering Squad
SGT.Foster (ajusher5)
Private Creel (Blazecrafter)
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Age - 16
Time you can dedicate to server weekly - As much time as I want, all that could separate me from playing is marching band.
Do you have Teamspeak? If no will you get it? - I do have teamspeak, what a lovely program.
What is the fifth Server Law? - No inappropriate user names.
IC
Name - Ossendar
Gender - Male
Age - 16
RP example - A confrontation occurs in a bar, two men fighting over who won a certain hand of cards (important to them, yet unimportant to the rest of the world).
Ossendar: Hey, could you quiet down? You're ruining my good night...
Gentlemen 1: Shut the **** up and go sit down little *****.
Gentlemen 2: Hurrdurr, you tell em Erny!
Ossendar: May I buy you a drink to repay for my obvious disrespect towards you kind sir?
Gentlemen 1: Hell to the yes, you can buy me some booze. Make it quick.
Ossendar goes to buy the drinks and slips sulfuric acid into them.
The men greedily snatch the drinks and gulp them right down.
Immediately after, the acid burns through their stomach as they writhe in pain.
Then, Ossendar loots their wallets, finding a couple condoms.
He then goes to the men's houses and fornicates with their wives.
Ossendar reflects upon the events of today.
"Had better, but an overall good day."
Biography [About a paragraph or 2] - I like RP'ing. I'm an admin on a popular "vanilla" minecraft server and do show large amounts of loyalty when I find something I'm passionate about. MLP is the best show on the god damn planet. And I have been losing interest in Minecraft, but I believe this server could change that for me. Hoping for a positive first impression, and a whitelisting. :biggrin.gif: <3