Whitelist Application Please fill this form out in order to be whitelisted OOC
IGN:fallout340
Age:19
Why do you want to play on this server?:This seems like a great fallout RP server. It has good lore,Great factions and good admins (saying the good admins thing cause most of them are from retrofuture.)
Did you read the rules? Yes i have
IC
Character Name:Chris Gray
RP Example(not just a conversation between two or more people): *gunshots in the backround*
NCR Trooper:SURRENDER NOW CITIZEN OR I WILL SHOOT!
*chris gray runs into an ally*
NCR Trooper: No where to go now!
NCR Trooper: You shall pay for your crime!
Chris Gray: I don't think so.
*chris hides behind a dumpster*
*pushes it at the NCR trooper*
Chris Gray: That should hold him for a while, Time to call for back up.
Bio (MUST be AT LEAST 1-2 good paragraphs):Chris gray is 22 years old. Chris gray was born in Sanfransico he parents died of radiation posioning when he was 8.
He was an orphan with out friends or family. He had to steal to survive in the city, He stole food,weapons and supplies. He is considered a huge issue for the city and it's people. He lived in the sewers for many years,Then on his 16th brithday he moved to a new area within the city since the NCR raided the sewers when he was out stealing some food. Chris finally knowing how to survive has dreams of leaving the city and exploring the wasteland and bring back money,glory and power! Chris is willing to help Desert Rangers help the people of the wasteland!
Chris decided to Help all people in need in the wasteland. Chris thinks that he needs the help of the Desert rangers to get this task done. After most of the people of the wasteland are saved it won't be easy. Chris has become a huge alcholic at the age of 19, He always has a bucket of rum with him. Chris is currently 22 now leaving SanFransico to seek out the Desert rangers Chris will have a hard life ahead of him having to deal with the creatures of the wastelands. Chris know's of the dangers but he will not give up!
You know the Desert Rangers aren't against any faction and exist to help the people of the wastes as they see fit, the app seems like you're powergaming too
And factions aren't playing a huge central role this time around, most factions have like 7 members max, BoS has 9 max including me due to West BoS being a larger presence in the area.
You know the Desert Rangers aren't against any faction and exist to help the people of the wastes as they see fit, the app seems like you're powergaming too
And factions aren't playing a huge central role this time around, most factions have like 7 members max, BoS has 9 max including me due to West BoS being a larger presence in the area.
Ok edited my app again. Being in a faction always has its benefits
OOC IGN - Bacon_nator Age - 17 Why do you want to play on this server?: I know most of the people in here. And I like to RP. Did you read the rules? As Always
IC Name - Cedric Bacon Gender - M Age - 18 RP example - It was a somewhat calm day in the wastes, Cedrichad just got done writing in his journal about yesterdays mishap with a group of Caravanners. He was about to scrounge through some crates when he heard someone yell at him, "Эй, ты!(Hey you!)" He turned around, Cedrics cigarette on his lip, hands relaxed in his pockets, He stared at the raider, no older than 16. He wielded an old baseball bat, and wore a t-shirt with a few leather patches in it. He snickered "Kid, get out of here before you hurt yourself.." And took his lighter out and lit his Cigarette. The kid raised his bat, and screamed "I'm not a kid! Now give me all your stuff!" and took a step forward. Cedrics expression changed, "If you don't leave now kid you won't walk away from this." He put his hand on his AK-74, and pulled it slightly forward. The kid ran forward, and with amazing grace Cedric pulled his rifle forward and fired, Hitting the kids leg, making him drop to the ground in agony. As the kid was crying, Cedric walked up to him, Shook his head and dropped a stim-pack, and left. "Are the wastes really this bad even children raid?"
Biography [About a paragraph or 2] - Cedric grew up in the Alaskan wastelands under the influence of ex-brotherhood members. Surprisingly, because of the cold not very many creatures of the wastes were present, leaving this chapter of ex-BOS is relative peace. Cedric learned to use & fix/clean weapons, combat training, and other skills. He took an interest to barter/trading and Farming, and soon became the bases trader to the outside world (there were a few towns nearby) when he was almost 15 he went out on what seemed to be a normal trade day, that was not the case. After talking to a trader, the town was attacked and in the process Cedric was knocked unconscious and was taken on a jury rigged truck thru the Wastes of what was Canada, before the Slavers reached their destination the truck hit a mine, and flung Cedric out of the truck, and hit his head.. Now having no clue where, or even who he is he searches for some clue of his past...
Whitelist Application Please fill this form out in order to be whitelisted OOC: IGN: Jim_Silver Age: 16 Why do you want to play on this server?: I want to play on it because I love fallout and minecraft, so this is the best of both worlds for me as I want to help others with the experience. Did you read the rules? Yes IC: Character Name: Jim_Silver RP Example(not just a conversation between two or more people): As Jim was standing at the coastal beach, he sat down peacefully, 10mm in hand. In the distance roared a maniac with a chainsaw running at him. Jim raised his gun and shot him in the temple, leaving a clean bullet entry and messy exit wound. He fell to the ground and
Bio (MUST be AT LEAST 1-2 good paragraphs):
There is not much to tell about Jim Silver other than that he came from a Prospector family, digging in the wastes for a meager living. Jim Silver often ran around town, trying to pick pocket to help his family, Often targeting merchants passing through at night. One Dusty night, a merchant with a small pack of heavily armed guards came into town. Jim thought this could be a great time to get something for his family, so as he waited till dark fall, he noticed their package was not normal like the other caravans, but had something special inside. When night came, Jim slowly crawled near the sleeping brahmin, trying to not disturb anyone and staying out of the light. As he came near the Brahmin, he heard someone yell out: "Pickpocketer!". Jim suddenly stopped cold in his tracks, looked around and saw one of the guards armed with a Hunting Rifle pointing at him. As the other guards slowly woked up and went for their guns, Jim started running back to his Family's house.
As Jim was running fast, he looked back and saw some men raising their rifles. Suddenly, POW! a shot rang out in the night. A round went flying towards Jim, targeting for Jim's head. Jim moved his head forward, knowing if he went slow, he would surely perish. The round Cutted Jim in the chin, going from his ear to his mouth, leaving a bloody gash across his face. As he reached his house, he slammed the scrap door closed and putted a metal trash can infront of the door, hoping it would block the door. As the guards reached his house, they tried to kick the door down. Bam! Bam! Bam! as they kicked on the door, yet the door didn't budge. Jim was under his bed, scarred as hell, wondering whats going to happen next. As the guards continued to beat on the door, the Merchant running the caravan called them back to the Brahmin. As the guards slowly made their way back, one merchant with a Scoped .44 Magnam Yelled out: "You Thief will get yours someday!".
As Jim woke up from under his bed, he noticed he wetted himself in fear and slowly came up from the floor, wondering what happend to the guards. As he looked out of a hole in the scrap walls, he saw there was no one there. He knew from that day to never mess with someone you can't beat in a fight.
Whitelist Application Please fill this form out in order to be whitelisted OOC: IGN: Jim_Silver Age: 16 Why do you want to play on this server?: I want to play on it because I love fallout and minecraft, so this is the best of both worlds for me as I want to help others with the experience. Did you read the rules? Yes IC: Character Name: Jim_Silver RP Example(not just a conversation between two or more people): As Jim was standing at the coastal beach, he sat down peacefully, 10mm in hand. In the distance roared a maniac with a chainsaw running at him. Jim raised his gun and shot him in the temple, leaving a clean bullet entry and messy exit wound. He fell to the ground and
Bio (MUST be AT LEAST 1-2 good paragraphs):
There is not much to tell about Jim Silver other than that he came from a Prospector family, digging in the wastes for a meager living. Jim Silver often ran around town, trying to pick pocket to help his family, Often targeting merchants passing through at night. One Dusty night, a merchant with a small pack of heavily armed guards came into town. Jim thought this could be a great time to get something for his family, so as he waited till dark fall, he noticed their package was not normal like the other caravans, but had something special inside. When night came, Jim slowly crawled near the sleeping brahmin, trying to not disturb anyone and staying out of the light. As he came near the Brahmin, he heard someone yell out: "Pickpocketer!". Jim suddenly stopped cold in his tracks, looked around and saw one of the guards armed with a Hunting Rifle pointing at him. As the other guards slowly woked up and went for their guns, Jim started running back to his Family's house.
As Jim was running fast, he looked back and saw some men raising their rifles. Suddenly, POW! a shot rang out in the night. A round went flying towards Jim, targeting for Jim's head. Jim moved his head forward, knowing if he went slow, he would surely perish. The round Cutted Jim in the chin, going from his ear to his mouth, leaving a bloody gash across his face. As he reached his house, he slammed the scrap door closed and putted a metal trash can infront of the door, hoping it would block the door. As the guards reached his house, they tried to kick the door down. Bam! Bam! Bam! as they kicked on the door, yet the door didn't budge. Jim was under his bed, scarred as hell, wondering whats going to happen next. As the guards continued to beat on the door, the Merchant running the caravan called them back to the Brahmin. As the guards slowly made their way back, one merchant with a Scoped .44 Magnam Yelled out: "You Thief will get yours someday!".
As Jim woke up from under his bed, he noticed he wetted himself in fear and slowly came up from the floor, wondering what happend to the guards. As he looked out of a hole in the scrap walls, he saw there was no one there. He knew from that day to never mess with someone you can't beat in a fight.
OOC
IGN: nolanwashere
Age: 12
Why do you want to play on this server?: I have played on 2 of servers before with these staff members ,and I can honestly say I have had the most fun RPing on the servers
Did you read the rules? Yes /
IC:
Character Name: Jack Mackenzie
Character Age: 34
RP Example(not just a conversation between two or more people): Jack is leaning outsider of a bar when two men who were very drunk. One of the two men takes out his gun and starts waving it around. Jack says "Hey, buddy I don't think you should be armed at this condition!" The drunk man with a gun says "Wash yoy knew about guns?" The other drunk man says "Hey, boss I don't think thish guy know shim about guns!" A shot fires off and the drunk man fell to the ground. The drunk man had shot the other drunk man. A woman in the bar yells "Oh my God! Somebody has been shot!" As the woman was saying that the drunk man had ran away and left the gun by Jack's feet. A lawman of the town comes over and gets the idea that Jack had shot the man. Jack says "No, there was another guy with a gun an-." The lawmana cuffed Jack and put him in a jail cell. Jack sits down and mutters "Well, ****!"
Bio (MUST be AT LEAST 1-2 good paragraphs): Jack used to go by a different name "Nolan Andrews." Nolan grew up in Utah with his family in a city called Red Valley City known as RVC. RVC was under power of a tyrant named Skull he was a raider and a asshole. Nolan's family had formed a rebellion. Nolan had mounted and participated in numerous acts of violence against Skull's army using IEDs, surprise attacks, and sabotage. Skull had an idea he had offered large money to some members of the rebellion easily the members of the rebellion fell for it. The rebellion was betrayed and one by one the rebels betrayed Nolan's family and one by one were they betrayed by Skull. Most of Nolan's family was killed and Nolan feared that he was next.
Nolan covered up all his tracks his brother Kody helped him fake his death and his own. Kody was the only one who knew that Nolan's death was a fake Nolan changed his name to Jack Mackenzie and Kody moved off to some other place. For security they never told eachother their new names or where they were going. Nolan set off to San Francisco because he had a friend there that he knew was loyal to him, and that he could trust.
On the way to San Francisco Jack encountered a man on the side of the road coughing and bleeding by the second. Jack found helped the man up, he looked familiar, and brought him to a nearby town called Hackton he brought the man to a doctor. The man's name was Jarod Miller. Turns out Jarod was in debt to some bad people, Jarod tells Jack "I owe you my life, how can I repay you." Jack said "no need for that my friend, if you need to re make your life and get out of here, when you're better try to make it to San Francisco and look for a guy named Kyle McCreary" "He's a, an old friend..."
OOC
IGN: nolanwashere
Age: 12
Why do you want to play on this server?: I have played on 2 of servers before with these staff members ,and I can honestly say I have had the most fun RPing on the servers
Did you read the rules? Yes /
IC:
Character Name: Jack Mackenzie
RP Example(not just a conversation between two or more people): Jack is leaning outsider of a bar when two men who were very drunk. One of the two men takes out his gun and starts waving it around. Jack says "Hey, buddy I don't think you should be armed at this condition!" The drunk man with a gun says "Wash yoy knew about guns?" The other drunk man says "Hey, boss I don't think thish guy know shim about guns!" A shot fires off and the drunk man fell to the ground. The drunk man had shot the other drunk man. A woman in the bar yells "Oh my God! Somebody has been shot!" As the woman was saying that the drunk man had ran away and left the gun by Jack's feet. A lawman of the town comes over and gets the idea that Jack had shot the man. Jack says "No, there was another guy with a gun an-." The lawmana cuffed Jack and put him in a jail cell. Jack sits down and mutters "Well, ****!"
Bio (MUST be AT LEAST 1-2 good paragraphs): Jack used to go by a different name "Nolan Andrews." Nolan grew up in Utah with his family in a city called Red Valley City known as RVC. RVC was under power of a tyrant named Skull he was a raider and a asshole. Nolan's family had formed a rebellion. Nolan had mounted and participated in numerous acts of violence against Skull's army using IEDs, surprise attacks, and sabotage. Skull had an idea he had offered large money to some members of the rebellion easily the members of the rebellion fell for it. The rebellion was betrayed and one by one the rebels betrayed Nolan's family and one by one were they betrayed by Skull. Most of Nolan's family was killed and Nolan feared that he was next.
Nolan covered up all his tracks his brother Kody helped him fake his death and his own. Kody was the only one who knew that Nolan's death was a fake Nolan changed his name to Jack Mackenzie and Kody moved off to some other place. For security they never told eachother their new names or where they were going. Nolan set off to San Francisco because he had a friend there that he knew was loyal to him, and that he could trust.
On the way to San Francisco Jack encountered a man on the side of the road coughing and bleeding by the second. Jack found helped the man up, and brought him to a nearby town called Hackton he brought the man to a doctor. The man's name Greg Jordan. Turns out Greg was in debt to some bad people, Greg tells Jack "I owe you my life, how can I repay you." Jack said "no need for that my friend, if you need to re make your life and get out of here, when you're better try to make it to San Francisco and look for a guy named Kyle McCreary" "He's a, an old friend..."
Ah
i believe the problem is that its too pixelated
Bio could be longer
Please fill this form out in order to be whitelisted
OOC
IGN:fallout340
Age:19
Why do you want to play on this server?:This seems like a great fallout RP server. It has good lore,Great factions and good admins (saying the good admins thing cause most of them are from retrofuture.)
Did you read the rules? Yes i have
IC
Character Name:Chris Gray
RP Example(not just a conversation between two or more people): *gunshots in the backround*
NCR Trooper:SURRENDER NOW CITIZEN OR I WILL SHOOT!
*chris gray runs into an ally*
NCR Trooper: No where to go now!
NCR Trooper: You shall pay for your crime!
Chris Gray: I don't think so.
*chris hides behind a dumpster*
*pushes it at the NCR trooper*
Chris Gray: That should hold him for a while, Time to call for back up.
Bio (MUST be AT LEAST 1-2 good paragraphs):Chris gray is 22 years old. Chris gray was born in Sanfransico he parents died of radiation posioning when he was 8.
He was an orphan with out friends or family. He had to steal to survive in the city, He stole food,weapons and supplies. He is considered a huge issue for the city and it's people. He lived in the sewers for many years,Then on his 16th brithday he moved to a new area within the city since the NCR raided the sewers when he was out stealing some food. Chris finally knowing how to survive has dreams of leaving the city and exploring the wasteland and bring back money,glory and power! Chris is willing to help Desert Rangers help the people of the wasteland!
Chris decided to Help all people in need in the wasteland. Chris thinks that he needs the help of the Desert rangers to get this task done. After most of the people of the wasteland are saved it won't be easy. Chris has become a huge alcholic at the age of 19, He always has a bucket of rum with him. Chris is currently 22 now leaving SanFransico to seek out the Desert rangers Chris will have a hard life ahead of him having to deal with the creatures of the wastelands. Chris know's of the dangers but he will not give up!
You know the Desert Rangers aren't against any faction and exist to help the people of the wastes as they see fit, the app seems like you're powergaming too
And factions aren't playing a huge central role this time around, most factions have like 7 members max, BoS has 9 max including me due to West BoS being a larger presence in the area.
Ok edited my app again. Being in a faction always has its benefits
IGN - Bacon_nator
Age - 17
Why do you want to play on this server?: I know most of the people in here. And I like to RP.
Did you read the rules? As Always
IC
Name - Cedric Bacon
Gender - M
Age - 18
RP example - It was a somewhat calm day in the wastes, Cedric had just got done writing in his journal about yesterdays mishap with a group of Caravanners. He was about to scrounge through some crates when he heard someone yell at him, "Эй, ты!(Hey you!)" He turned around, Cedrics cigarette on his lip, hands relaxed in his pockets, He stared at the raider, no older than 16. He wielded an old baseball bat, and wore a t-shirt with a few leather patches in it. He snickered "Kid, get out of here before you hurt yourself.." And took his lighter out and lit his Cigarette. The kid raised his bat, and screamed "I'm not a kid! Now give me all your stuff!" and took a step forward. Cedrics expression changed, "If you don't leave now kid you won't walk away from this." He put his hand on his AK-74, and pulled it slightly forward. The kid ran forward, and with amazing grace Cedric pulled his rifle forward and fired, Hitting the kids leg, making him drop to the ground in agony. As the kid was crying, Cedric walked up to him, Shook his head and dropped a stim-pack, and left. "Are the wastes really this bad even children raid?"
Biography [About a paragraph or 2] - Cedric grew up in the Alaskan wastelands under the influence of ex-brotherhood members. Surprisingly, because of the cold not very many creatures of the wastes were present, leaving this chapter of ex-BOS is relative peace. Cedric learned to use & fix/clean weapons, combat training, and other skills. He took an interest to barter/trading and Farming, and soon became the bases trader to the outside world (there were a few towns nearby) when he was almost 15 he went out on what seemed to be a normal trade day, that was not the case. After talking to a trader, the town was attacked and in the process Cedric was knocked unconscious and was taken on a jury rigged truck thru the Wastes of what was Canada, before the Slavers reached their destination the truck hit a mine, and flung Cedric out of the truck, and hit his head.. Now having no clue where, or even who he is he searches for some clue of his past...
Please fill this form out in order to be whitelisted
OOC:
IGN: Jim_Silver
Age: 16
Why do you want to play on this server?: I want to play on it because I love fallout and minecraft, so this is the best of both worlds for me as I want to help others with the experience.
Did you read the rules? Yes
IC:
Character Name: Jim_Silver
RP Example(not just a conversation between two or more people): As Jim was standing at the coastal beach, he sat down peacefully, 10mm in hand. In the distance roared a maniac with a chainsaw running at him. Jim raised his gun and shot him in the temple, leaving a clean bullet entry and messy exit wound. He fell to the ground and
Bio (MUST be AT LEAST 1-2 good paragraphs):
There is not much to tell about Jim Silver other than that he came from a Prospector family, digging in the wastes for a meager living. Jim Silver often ran around town, trying to pick pocket to help his family, Often targeting merchants passing through at night. One Dusty night, a merchant with a small pack of heavily armed guards came into town. Jim thought this could be a great time to get something for his family, so as he waited till dark fall, he noticed their package was not normal like the other caravans, but had something special inside. When night came, Jim slowly crawled near the sleeping brahmin, trying to not disturb anyone and staying out of the light. As he came near the Brahmin, he heard someone yell out: "Pickpocketer!". Jim suddenly stopped cold in his tracks, looked around and saw one of the guards armed with a Hunting Rifle pointing at him. As the other guards slowly woked up and went for their guns, Jim started running back to his Family's house.
As Jim was running fast, he looked back and saw some men raising their rifles. Suddenly, POW! a shot rang out in the night. A round went flying towards Jim, targeting for Jim's head. Jim moved his head forward, knowing if he went slow, he would surely perish. The round Cutted Jim in the chin, going from his ear to his mouth, leaving a bloody gash across his face. As he reached his house, he slammed the scrap door closed and putted a metal trash can infront of the door, hoping it would block the door. As the guards reached his house, they tried to kick the door down. Bam! Bam! Bam! as they kicked on the door, yet the door didn't budge. Jim was under his bed, scarred as hell, wondering whats going to happen next. As the guards continued to beat on the door, the Merchant running the caravan called them back to the Brahmin. As the guards slowly made their way back, one merchant with a Scoped .44 Magnam Yelled out: "You Thief will get yours someday!".
As Jim woke up from under his bed, he noticed he wetted himself in fear and slowly came up from the floor, wondering what happend to the guards. As he looked out of a hole in the scrap walls, he saw there was no one there. He knew from that day to never mess with someone you can't beat in a fight.
Accepted
OOC
IGN: nolanwashere
Age: 12
Why do you want to play on this server?: I have played on 2 of servers before with these staff members ,and I can honestly say I have had the most fun RPing on the servers
Did you read the rules? Yes /
IC:
Character Name: Jack Mackenzie
Character Age: 34
RP Example(not just a conversation between two or more people): Jack is leaning outsider of a bar when two men who were very drunk. One of the two men takes out his gun and starts waving it around. Jack says "Hey, buddy I don't think you should be armed at this condition!" The drunk man with a gun says "Wash yoy knew about guns?" The other drunk man says "Hey, boss I don't think thish guy know shim about guns!" A shot fires off and the drunk man fell to the ground. The drunk man had shot the other drunk man. A woman in the bar yells "Oh my God! Somebody has been shot!" As the woman was saying that the drunk man had ran away and left the gun by Jack's feet. A lawman of the town comes over and gets the idea that Jack had shot the man. Jack says "No, there was another guy with a gun an-." The lawmana cuffed Jack and put him in a jail cell. Jack sits down and mutters "Well, ****!"
Bio (MUST be AT LEAST 1-2 good paragraphs): Jack used to go by a different name "Nolan Andrews." Nolan grew up in Utah with his family in a city called Red Valley City known as RVC. RVC was under power of a tyrant named Skull he was a raider and a asshole. Nolan's family had formed a rebellion. Nolan had mounted and participated in numerous acts of violence against Skull's army using IEDs, surprise attacks, and sabotage. Skull had an idea he had offered large money to some members of the rebellion easily the members of the rebellion fell for it. The rebellion was betrayed and one by one the rebels betrayed Nolan's family and one by one were they betrayed by Skull. Most of Nolan's family was killed and Nolan feared that he was next.
Nolan covered up all his tracks his brother Kody helped him fake his death and his own. Kody was the only one who knew that Nolan's death was a fake Nolan changed his name to Jack Mackenzie and Kody moved off to some other place. For security they never told eachother their new names or where they were going. Nolan set off to San Francisco because he had a friend there that he knew was loyal to him, and that he could trust.
On the way to San Francisco Jack encountered a man on the side of the road coughing and bleeding by the second. Jack found helped the man up, he looked familiar, and brought him to a nearby town called Hackton he brought the man to a doctor. The man's name was Jarod Miller. Turns out Jarod was in debt to some bad people, Jarod tells Jack "I owe you my life, how can I repay you." Jack said "no need for that my friend, if you need to re make your life and get out of here, when you're better try to make it to San Francisco and look for a guy named Kyle McCreary" "He's a, an old friend..."
lol Jim didn't read the rules
accepted
Accepted
Accepted
Updates to it changed the mediafire link
Too bad alot of the old folks are gone
Thanks for deleting everything.
>: O
They'll just miss out on the fun to be had.