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In Game Name (IGN) : redstryker
Real Life Age (You can put birthdate) : April 27, 1997 (18)
Have you read the Fallout RP rules?: Yes, and I love Fallout.
Do you have any role playing experience? Tons If 'Yes' where?: My first experience with RP was on Pirates of the Caribbean: Online, eventually, I stopped RPing there, I then started RPing on various minecraft servers (seven in total, if I’m not incorrect) including two Fallout-themed ones. Now, I RP on an indie game called Baystation 12. It’s safe to say that I’m VERY experienced with RP. Hopefully this will be a fun experience, as Fallout is my favorite game series.
What Does Power Gaming mean in your own words, and list ONE example: Power Gaming is giving your character far too much power in RP. Say Player 1 swings a machete at Player 2. Player 2 cannot simply grab the blade of the machete as that would cut his/her palms (unless he has Kevlar gloves, which I have actually seen done before, but Kevlar gloves would be either nonexistent in Fallout, or extremely sparse.)
What Does Meta Gaming mean in your own words, and list ONE example: Meta Gaming is using info obtained OOC to benefit your character IC. Say Player 1 and Player 2 are talking over Skype. Player 1 tells Player 2 that his character’s wife has been murdered IC. Player 2’s character runs about looking to avenge the death of his wife without being told IC that she is dead.
What Does Roleplaying mean in your own words: RP is embodying yourself in another person’s character, personality, and life. You take on all of that person’s mannerisms and thought processes and act accordingly. -=[ In Character Information ]=-
Character Name: Angela (She doesn’t know her last name [and doesn’t have one])
Character Age: She looks to be about 25, while she is only about fifteen years old. (Bear with me here, this will make sense, and does not deviate from Fallout canon)
Character Gender: Female
Personality: Strong, with an air of independence covering her. She is quick to anger, and acts mostly upon impulse.
Goals: To survive, to find purpose, to find (if there is any) god, To be a good mercenary, To accrue a large amount of caps, To end slavery where she finds it
Fears: Being enslaved once more, Death, Radiation, Abuse, The idea of having emotional attachment to someone, Blood
Likes: Big guns, Jet, Money, Looking pretty, Looting
Dislikes: Slavers, Most men, Being powerless, Big cities
Races Wastelander, Ghoul, or Vault Dweller: Wastelander
D&D Alignment: Lawful Neutral
Character Appearance: Before you stands a rather short woman (5’1”). However, her stature clearly doesn’t mean much since she still seems rather imposing. She walks about with her back almost always straight, and her blue eyes always looking about for trouble. Her eyebrows are thin and quire far apart. She has a rather round face, and a pointed chin. Her cheekbones are low and almost cannot be seen in her pearly complexion. She typically smirks with her full lips. Her expression is usually quite rough. Her hair is jet black and cut very short, covering one side of her face, the rest hangs down an inch below her ears. She wears one of those old combat armors from the Great War, along with black combat boots. However, she has changed it a little, it is painted black and on her left breast are written the words, in red paint, “DEATH TO SLAVERS!” Her arms look strong. Her tight combat suit shows off her hourglass figure and her endowed chest.
Back Story: Angela was never born, but built. She is an android from the Commonwealth (What we call Massachusetts). Her first real memory started fifteen years ago, when she began her slavery. Initially, she was actually built as a female escort android (which would explain her ‘pristine’ looks and her figure), and this is what she did, or rather, she was forced to do. She hated that life, being a slave, and being forced to sleep with whoever her slaver made her. Eventually, one of her ‘clients’ did her a kindness. He never actually made use of her services. Instead, he, through many visits afterwards, helped her build up an escape plan. This was carried out, but he died in the process. She left the Commonwealth, cut her hair as a sign of her freedom, and began to wander, looting where she could. She doesn’t know who or what she is, and for some strange reason, she cannot remember how she got to Michigan. This will all be explained in the fullness of time……
Respond to the Situation:
You're traipsing through the ruins of what was once a small town. Noticing an old sign marking one of the buildings as a firearms shop, you creep your way inside. After half an hour of moving around rubble and breaking open boxes, you've managed to find a rifle chambered in .308, still in decent condition. Additionally, you've managed to scrounge up atleast twenty rounds for use with it. Before you leave the ruin of a building, you hear the loud banter of a small group. You peer out a window, an old cabinet and a fallen beam providing cover for you. They seem to be dressed for combat, wearing tattered armor, and brandishing automatic weapons. You watch them for a short while, and notice one has a necklace of ears around his neck, labeling the entire group as dangerous.
What do you do?
Looking at them, I know that they are most definitely a cruel bunch… The world would be a better place without them, plus, they may have some caps in their pockets, and those shiny rifles would be fun to use. I quietly begin to load the old hunting rifle. Five shots per load… enough for three guys. I know that conserving ammo is still always a good idea, so I remain behind cover, waiting for them to enter the building. Looters always separate when they find a nice place to rummage through. They all enter it, two of them proceeded to the counter, looking for (I assume), pre-war bills one of them begins searching the shelfs, not ten feet away from me. I sneak up behind him. He seemed preoccupied looking down a scope (I already checked that one, shattered optics). I lift my rifle up and over his head, pulling it quickly against his neck, pulling him behind the shelf so that the others wouldn’t see what was happening. Sadly, I forgot to cover his mouth (this time) and he yelled out a little before I was able to knock him out. They both heard and were alerted, pointing their rifles in my general direction, looking confused. They yelled out for their friend. I peek out, one has proceeded to near where I am, and he’s now a couple feet away from me, while the other is still standing behind the counter. I exhale. I jump out, knocking at the man’s knees. He falls to the ground. I quickly lay a bullet into his temple. He twitches as I fall behind the shelf once more, bullets now flying towards me. I’ve seen the model they are using. Twenty bullets per mag. I count each shot. He fired sixteen, four more. He yells out at me. I run from shelf to shelf, attempting to get him to fire at me. He falls for it and loses his last four shots. I jump out from the shelf and fire twice, hitting his chest and his shoulder. He goes down. I begin looting the bodies. Not much, some ammo, some caps. I get to the man who fell behind the counter. He is groaning “Kill me.” I simply smile, take his rifle, step on his shot shoulder, and let him wallow in his pain. Damn looters.
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In Game Name (IGN) : Soup_Ream
Real Life Age (You can put birthdate) : 11/19/2000
Have you read the Fallout RP rules?: I freakin' love Fallout. Hyped for 4, and I love 3.
Do you have any role playing experience? If 'Yes' where?: No
What Does Power Gaming mean in your own words, and list ONE example: Dumping all of your stats and overpowering your character in order to advance in a game.
What Does Meta Gaming mean in your own words, and list ONE example: Using out of the world and lore powers or information in order to manipulate and take advantage of certain aspects of the game.
What Does Roleplaying mean in your own words: Playing your own role in a fabricated world in order to escape from reality for a while.
-=[ In Character Information ]=-
Character Name: Soup
Character Age: 14
Character Gender: Male
Personality: Friendly, Hard-headed, Witty, and Open to ideas and suggestions, but difficult to trust as he has a tendency to be two faced and full of mischief.
Goals: Finding out what happened to the rest of his Vault 15 descendants as he has no idea what happened to the Khans, the Vipers or gangs that existed during the Great War. Finding a Pre-War instrument to perform through the wasteland with, and surviving until he finally dies of radiation or some random mole rat.
Fears: Dying, Heights, and Ferals, and Super mutants.
Likes/Dislikes (AT LEAST 2 of each) : Classic 50's music, and Pip Boys, Dislikes: Fatigue and Over-exhausting work.
Races Wastelander, Ghoul, or Vault Dweller: Vault Dweller
D&D Alignment: Lawful Good
S.P.E.C.I.A.L: You have 40 points.
Only one SPECIAL may go over 9, and no SPECIAL can go under 3 Unless the Race SPECIALS at bottom say otherwise!
STRENGTH: 6
PERCEPTION: 7
ENDURANCE: 7
CHARISMA: 5
INTELLIGENCE: 7
AGILITY:6
LUCK:2
Character Appearance: A tan young boy wearing an old Vault 15 jumpsuit, with red eyes that glare with intensity, but with purpose, a belt wrapping around his waist and a Pip-Boy 3000 strapped to his left arm, slightly muscular in his arms with a thin but stocky frame, black ruffled hair covered in rubble and debris.
Back Story (You may not involve yourself with a Faction, or start with any items or perks) : After finally leaving his home town in the Capital Wasteland, he has been wandering west looking for the remnants of his Vault's past, curious and thirsty for adventure. He has lived in the Capital in a run down Metro tunnel with his grandfather (a descendant of a Vault 15 Dweller), his father, and his mother, feeding off of unsuspecting Raiders and Super-Muties alike, looting and learning to hunt. While his mother and father were away gathering supplies, his grandfather told him stories of the Great Khans, the Vipers, and the many powerful gangs and tribes that resulted from the Vault-Tec Vault his ancestors came from. Enthralled by the stories, Soup is infused with courage and strength to adventure outside of the Capitol. When his grandfather had died of intense radiation after encountering a Glowing One in the tunnels, this forced the family to flee, as more and more Ferals started to arrive and descend upon the family. He has had to run from Raiders, fought off many Ferals, and encountered a Behemoth and several Muties while trying to escape with his father and mother, who died trying to save him and get him to leave the area. He has been manipulating others and has killed others before in order to survive, doing his best to salvage Stimpaks and Radways. He has gathered and traveled for supplies for months on end, trying to live as long as he could, until he finally stopped in another Wasteland. When crossing different borders and finally exhausted from fatigue, all his supplies and weapons have broken and diminished quickly, leaving him with nothing but the sweaty, tattered Vault suit his escaped descendant passed down from generation to generation and his Pip-Boy.
Respond to the Situation:
You're traipsing through the ruins of what was once a small town. Noticing an old sign marking one of the buildings as a firearms shop, you creep your way inside. After half an hour of moving around rubble and breaking open boxes, you've managed to find a rifle chambered in .308, still in decent condition. Additionally, you've managed to scrounge up atleast twenty rounds for use with it. Before you leave the ruin of a building, you hear the loud banter of a small group. You peer out a window, an old cabinet and a fallen beam providing cover for you. They seem to be dressed for combat, wearing tattered armor, and brandishing automatic weapons. You watch them for a short while, and notice one has a necklace of ears around his neck, labeling the entire group as dangerous.
What do you do?
I do my best to sneak through the edges of the building and try sneak attacking them, firing a distraction shot somewhere in a distant direction, and aim for their legs and heads, doing my best to wound and essentially take them off guard so I can make my escape off somewhere else where there's food, armor and no raiders in sight. If they spot me, I stand my ground and continue firing at them if they wound me, fighting until my final, irreversible breath. Either that or hide like a coward.
Haha, we're thriving and still better than ever! When I first applied for moderator on the old server I never thought we'd grow so and become what we are now two years later!
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In Game Name (IGN) : redstryker
Real Life Age (You can put birthdate) : April 27, 1997 (18)
Have you read the Fallout RP rules?: Yes, and I love Fallout.
Do you have any role playing experience? Tons If 'Yes' where?: My first experience with RP was on Pirates of the Caribbean: Online, eventually, I stopped RPing there, I then started RPing on various minecraft servers (seven in total, if I’m not incorrect) including two Fallout-themed ones. Now, I RP on an indie game called Baystation 12. It’s safe to say that I’m VERY experienced with RP. Hopefully this will be a fun experience, as Fallout is my favorite game series.
What Does Power Gaming mean in your own words, and list ONE example: Power Gaming is giving your character far too much power in RP. Say Player 1 swings a machete at Player 2. Player 2 cannot simply grab the blade of the machete as that would cut his/her palms (unless he has Kevlar gloves, which I have actually seen done before, but Kevlar gloves would be either nonexistent in Fallout, or extremely sparse.)
What Does Meta Gaming mean in your own words, and list ONE example: Meta Gaming is using info obtained OOC to benefit your character IC. Say Player 1 and Player 2 are talking over Skype. Player 1 tells Player 2 that his character’s wife has been murdered IC. Player 2’s character runs about looking to avenge the death of his wife without being told IC that she is dead.
What Does Roleplaying mean in your own words: RP is embodying yourself in another person’s character, personality, and life. You take on all of that person’s mannerisms and thought processes and act accordingly. -=[ In Character Information ]=-
Character Name: Angela (She doesn’t know her last name [and doesn’t have one])
Character Age: She looks to be about 25, while she is only about fifteen years old. (Bear with me here, this will make sense, and does not deviate from Fallout canon)
Character Gender: Female
Personality: Strong, with an air of independence covering her. She is quick to anger, and acts mostly upon impulse.
Goals: To survive, to find purpose, to find (if there is any) god, To be a good mercenary, To accrue a large amount of caps, To end slavery where she finds it
Fears: Being enslaved once more, Death, Radiation, Abuse, The idea of having emotional attachment to someone, Blood
Likes: Big guns, Jet, Money, Looking pretty, Looting
Dislikes: Slavers, Most men, Being powerless, Big cities
Races Wastelander, Ghoul, or Vault Dweller: Wastelander
D&D Alignment: Lawful Neutral
Character Appearance: Before you stands a rather short woman (5’1”). However, her stature clearly doesn’t mean much since she still seems rather imposing. She walks about with her back almost always straight, and her blue eyes always looking about for trouble. Her eyebrows are thin and quire far apart. She has a rather round face, and a pointed chin. Her cheekbones are low and almost cannot be seen in her pearly complexion. She typically smirks with her full lips. Her expression is usually quite rough. Her hair is jet black and cut very short, covering one side of her face, the rest hangs down an inch below her ears. She wears one of those old combat armors from the Great War, along with black combat boots. However, she has changed it a little, it is painted black and on her left breast are written the words, in red paint, “DEATH TO SLAVERS!” Her arms look strong. Her tight combat suit shows off her hourglass figure and her endowed chest.
Back Story: Angela was never born, but built. She is an android from the Commonwealth (What we call Massachusetts). Her first real memory started fifteen years ago, when she began her slavery. Initially, she was actually built as a female escort android (which would explain her ‘pristine’ looks and her figure), and this is what she did, or rather, she was forced to do. She hated that life, being a slave, and being forced to sleep with whoever her slaver made her. Eventually, one of her ‘clients’ did her a kindness. He never actually made use of her services. Instead, he, through many visits afterwards, helped her build up an escape plan. This was carried out, but he died in the process. She left the Commonwealth, cut her hair as a sign of her freedom, and began to wander, looting where she could. She doesn’t know who or what she is, and for some strange reason, she cannot remember how she got to Michigan. This will all be explained in the fullness of time……
Respond to the Situation:
You're traipsing through the ruins of what was once a small town. Noticing an old sign marking one of the buildings as a firearms shop, you creep your way inside. After half an hour of moving around rubble and breaking open boxes, you've managed to find a rifle chambered in .308, still in decent condition. Additionally, you've managed to scrounge up atleast twenty rounds for use with it. Before you leave the ruin of a building, you hear the loud banter of a small group. You peer out a window, an old cabinet and a fallen beam providing cover for you. They seem to be dressed for combat, wearing tattered armor, and brandishing automatic weapons. You watch them for a short while, and notice one has a necklace of ears around his neck, labeling the entire group as dangerous.
What do you do?
Looking at them, I know that they are most definitely a cruel bunch… The world would be a better place without them, plus, they may have some caps in their pockets, and those shiny rifles would be fun to use. I quietly begin to load the old hunting rifle. Five shots per load… enough for three guys. I know that conserving ammo is still always a good idea, so I remain behind cover, waiting for them to enter the building. Looters always separate when they find a nice place to rummage through. They all enter it, two of them proceeded to the counter, looking for (I assume), pre-war bills one of them begins searching the shelfs, not ten feet away from me. I sneak up behind him. He seemed preoccupied looking down a scope (I already checked that one, shattered optics). I lift my rifle up and over his head, pulling it quickly against his neck, pulling him behind the shelf so that the others wouldn’t see what was happening. Sadly, I forgot to cover his mouth (this time) and he yelled out a little before I was able to knock him out. They both heard and were alerted, pointing their rifles in my general direction, looking confused. They yelled out for their friend. I peek out, one has proceeded to near where I am, and he’s now a couple feet away from me, while the other is still standing behind the counter. I exhale. I jump out, knocking at the man’s knees. He falls to the ground. I quickly lay a bullet into his temple. He twitches as I fall behind the shelf once more, bullets now flying towards me. I’ve seen the model they are using. Twenty bullets per mag. I count each shot. He fired sixteen, four more. He yells out at me. I run from shelf to shelf, attempting to get him to fire at me. He falls for it and loses his last four shots. I jump out from the shelf and fire twice, hitting his chest and his shoulder. He goes down. I begin looting the bodies. Not much, some ammo, some caps. I get to the man who fell behind the counter. He is groaning “Kill me.” I simply smile, take his rifle, step on his shot shoulder, and let him wallow in his pain. Damn looters.
Here's a list of the things that need some changing:
1. Baaaaaaaackstory. Unfortunately we don't allow android characters, especially with the upcoming release of Fallout 4. You're going to have to create a new one that's atleast 2-3 paragraphs long.
2. Well you- wait, nope, nothing else is wrong. All you gotta do is fix the backstory.
Denied.
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In Game Name (IGN) : Soup_Ream
Real Life Age (You can put birthdate) : 11/19/2000
Have you read the Fallout RP rules?: I freakin' love Fallout. Hyped for 4, and I love 3.
Do you have any role playing experience? If 'Yes' where?: No
What Does Power Gaming mean in your own words, and list ONE example: Dumping all of your stats and overpowering your character in order to advance in a game.
What Does Meta Gaming mean in your own words, and list ONE example: Using out of the world and lore powers or information in order to manipulate and take advantage of certain aspects of the game.
What Does Roleplaying mean in your own words: Playing your own role in a fabricated world in order to escape from reality for a while.
-=[ In Character Information ]=-
Character Name: Soup
Character Age: 14
Character Gender: Male
Personality: Friendly, Hard-headed, Witty, and Open to ideas and suggestions, but difficult to trust as he has a tendency to be two faced and full of mischief.
Goals: Finding out what happened to the rest of his Vault 15 descendants as he has no idea what happened to the Khans, the Vipers or gangs that existed during the Great War. Finding a Pre-War instrument to perform through the wasteland with, and surviving until he finally dies of radiation or some random mole rat.
Fears: Dying, Heights, and Ferals, and Super mutants.
Likes/Dislikes (AT LEAST 2 of each) : Classic 50's music, and Pip Boys, Dislikes: Fatigue and Over-exhausting work.
Races Wastelander, Ghoul, or Vault Dweller: Vault Dweller
D&D Alignment: Lawful Good
S.P.E.C.I.A.L: You have 40 points.
Only one SPECIAL may go over 9, and no SPECIAL can go under 3 Unless the Race SPECIALS at bottom say otherwise!
STRENGTH: 6
PERCEPTION: 7
ENDURANCE: 7
CHARISMA: 5
INTELLIGENCE: 7
AGILITY:6
LUCK:2
Character Appearance: A tan young boy wearing an old Vault 15 jumpsuit, with red eyes that glare with intensity, but with purpose, a belt wrapping around his waist and a Pip-Boy 3000 strapped to his left arm, slightly muscular in his arms with a thin but stocky frame, black ruffled hair covered in rubble and debris.
Back Story (You may not involve yourself with a Faction, or start with any items or perks) : After finally leaving his home town in the Capital Wasteland, he has been wandering west looking for the remnants of his Vault's past, curious and thirsty for adventure. He has lived in the Capital in a run down Metro tunnel with his grandfather (a descendant of a Vault 15 Dweller), his father, and his mother, feeding off of unsuspecting Raiders and Super-Muties alike, looting and learning to hunt. While his mother and father were away gathering supplies, his grandfather told him stories of the Great Khans, the Vipers, and the many powerful gangs and tribes that resulted from the Vault-Tec Vault his ancestors came from. Enthralled by the stories, Soup is infused with courage and strength to adventure outside of the Capitol. When his grandfather had died of intense radiation after encountering a Glowing One in the tunnels, this forced the family to flee, as more and more Ferals started to arrive and descend upon the family. He has had to run from Raiders, fought off many Ferals, and encountered a Behemoth and several Muties while trying to escape with his father and mother, who died trying to save him and get him to leave the area. He has been manipulating others and has killed others before in order to survive, doing his best to salvage Stimpaks and Radways. He has gathered and traveled for supplies for months on end, trying to live as long as he could, until he finally stopped in another Wasteland. When crossing different borders and finally exhausted from fatigue, all his supplies and weapons have broken and diminished quickly, leaving him with nothing but the sweaty, tattered Vault suit his escaped descendant passed down from generation to generation and his Pip-Boy.
Respond to the Situation:
You're traipsing through the ruins of what was once a small town. Noticing an old sign marking one of the buildings as a firearms shop, you creep your way inside. After half an hour of moving around rubble and breaking open boxes, you've managed to find a rifle chambered in .308, still in decent condition. Additionally, you've managed to scrounge up atleast twenty rounds for use with it. Before you leave the ruin of a building, you hear the loud banter of a small group. You peer out a window, an old cabinet and a fallen beam providing cover for you. They seem to be dressed for combat, wearing tattered armor, and brandishing automatic weapons. You watch them for a short while, and notice one has a necklace of ears around his neck, labeling the entire group as dangerous.
What do you do?
I do my best to sneak through the edges of the building and try sneak attacking them, firing a distraction shot somewhere in a distant direction, and aim for their legs and heads, doing my best to wound and essentially take them off guard so I can make my escape off somewhere else where there's food, armor and no raiders in sight. If they spot me, I stand my ground and continue firing at them if they wound me, fighting until my final, irreversible breath. Either that or hide like a coward.
Here is a list of the things that need editing:
1. Red Eyes? Explain through backstory or change to a natural eye color.
2. How did you, a descendant of those from Vault 15 get to the capital wasteland? This needs to be changed or explained.
denied
Here's a list of the things that need some changing:
1. Baaaaaaaackstory. Unfortunately we don't allow android characters, especially with the upcoming release of Fallout 4. You're going to have to create a new one that's atleast 2-3 paragraphs long.
2. Well you- wait, nope, nothing else is wrong. All you gotta do is fix the backstory.
Denied.
Damn. Well, now I have to try to think of another character.
Suggestion: Post something about androids not being allowed on the rules, that way, serious RPers don't spend two whole afternoons writing a backstory and making a skin to only not be able to use them later.
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-=[ Out Of Character Information ]=-
In Game Name (IGN) : redstryker
Real Life Age (You can put birthdate) : April 27, 1997 (18)
Have you read the Fallout RP rules?: Yes, and I love Fallout.
Do you have any role playing experience? Tons If 'Yes' where?: My first experience with RP was on Pirates of the Caribbean: Online, eventually, I stopped RPing there, I then started RPing on various minecraft servers (seven in total, if I’m not incorrect) including two Fallout-themed ones. Now, I RP on an indie game called Baystation 12. It’s safe to say that I’m VERY experienced with RP. Hopefully this will be a fun experience, as Fallout is my favorite game series.
What Does Power Gaming mean in your own words, and list ONE example: Power Gaming is giving your character far too much power in RP. Say Player 1 swings a machete at Player 2. Player 2 cannot simply grab the blade of the machete as that would cut his/her palms (unless he has Kevlar gloves, which I have actually seen done before, but Kevlar gloves would be either nonexistent in Fallout, or extremely sparse.)
What Does Meta Gaming mean in your own words, and list ONE example: Meta Gaming is using info obtained OOC to benefit your character IC. Say Player 1 and Player 2 are talking over Skype. Player 1 tells Player 2 that his character’s wife has been murdered IC. Player 2’s character runs about looking to avenge the death of his wife without being told IC that she is dead.
What Does Roleplaying mean in your own words: RP is embodying yourself in another person’s character, personality, and life. You take on all of that person’s mannerisms and thought processes and act accordingly. -=[ In Character Information ]=-
Character Name: George Reddin
Character Age: 26
Character Gender: Male
Personality: A rather argumentative young man who near always seeks for a change in the status quo. He walks about with an air of independence, and is quick to voice his opinions. He often loses himself in thought. He is quite stubborn.
Goals: Finding love, Being a father, Finding a governmental system that he likes and establishing (or finding) a place that governs under it
Fears: Pain, Death, Not making a difference
Likes: Whiskey (any alcohol for that matter, I guess), Trading, Learning, Repairing pre-war tech, Books, Tech (Laser weapons fascinate him)
Dislikes: Ignorant and stupid people, Most authourity, Fighting
Race: Wastelander
D&D Alignment: Chaotic Good
Character Appearance: A tall man (6’2”) stands before you. He has deep blue eyes and is often smiling. His rough facial features seem strange in contrast with his extremely pale skin. He has very Irish features (large chin, nose, and upper lip). He could be regarded as handsome to some. He typically has five-o-clock shadow. His hair is dark brown and is long and messy over his head, he clearly hasn’t done anything with it in months. He wears a pair of black jeans with faded knees and a belt. He wears a salvaged piece of riot armor on his torso. It is in quite bad condition, not because he didn’t repair it well or anything, but because of lack of materials. Over that, he wears a long, brown trenchcoat. His hands have fingerless black gloves on them. He wears a pair of Converse on his feet (or equal shoe in the Fallout universe). Pinned to the right side of his trenchcoat, he has a lapel of an American flag.
Back Story: George never knew his father. He was told that he had died fighting off bandits. His mother and he lived in a small town just outside Toronto. It was a peaceful area, relatively, and his mother made a name for herself as a local apothecary and surgeon. George learned all that he could from her, plus any book that he could find. Every time that a scavenger would come back with a duffel bag of loot, George would be the first one in town on him, trying to pawn off various medical supplies or caps for books, tech, or even weapons in disrepair. He would fiddle with all of the tech that he could find, learning, creating, and experimenting. Any weapons that he could get, he would do his best to repair. He often made himself a nice profit with the work that he was able to do.
Years passed and George had grown bored. He had heard from one of the caravans that there were more people in the Michigan area. He talked to his mother. She didn’t like the idea, but she knew that she couldn’t stop him as he was always stubborn. After several months of preparation, he left for Michigan, hoping to establish himself as a trader in the area.
Respond to the Situation:
You're traipsing through the ruins of what was once a small town. Noticing an old sign marking one of the buildings as a firearms shop, you creep your way inside. After half an hour of moving around rubble and breaking open boxes, you've managed to find a rifle chambered in .308, still in decent condition. Additionally, you've managed to scrounge up atleast twenty rounds for use with it. Before you leave the ruin of a building, you hear the loud banter of a small group. You peer out a window, an old cabinet and a fallen beam providing cover for you. They seem to be dressed for combat, wearing tattered armor, and brandishing automatic weapons. You watch them for a short while, and notice one has a necklace of ears around his neck, labeling the entire group as dangerous.
What do you do?
It’s not worth risking it. I lay back against the wall, hoping that they don’t see me. They enter the store and I hide behind the rack. They begin scavenging the place. I attempt to peek out from behind the shelf. Damn, one saw me.
“OI! You there!” He yells.
I sigh. There will be no easy way to do this, I guess. My mind races. An idea surfaces.
“Don’t hurt me and I’ll repair your gear.” I say, knowing full well that the brutes will hurt me anyway.
“Slicer, you like that idea?” One says.
“Gah, sure!” The one I can only assume to be named ‘Slicer’ says.
In a few minutes, I am standing over the counter, messing around with the parts of the three rifles of the men. They stare at me, smiling and chuckling occasionally. They think that they are so smart. I know what they are doing. They are milking as much as they can out of me before I kill them. All raiders are the same.
I pass the rifles to every respective raider. They are now giving me crooked smiles. The two without ear necklaces look to Slicer, he smiles widely at them both and nods, smiling. They raise their rifles, pointing them at my head. They pull their triggers and I bolt out of the door. A look of surprise enters their faces as I look back. Damn idiots. I throw the firing pins on the asphalt and continue running, knowing that they won’t be able to catch me wearing that armor.
-=(Character Application)=- -=[ Out Of Character Information ]=- In Game Name (IGN): Smoke_TH Real Life Age (You can put birthdate) : 24 ('91) Have you read the Fallout RP rules?: Yeap. Do you have any role playing experience? If 'Yes' where?: Ruined world, It's failed successor, Impact fantasy rp What Does Power Gaming mean in your own words, and list ONE example: Playing for stats and for maxing out character regardless to the roleplaying situation and aligment, favoring best possible outcomes. Overpowering stats for sake of playing a game not like a character but like a syndicated avatar, bent on being the best instead of being realistic. What Does Meta Gaming mean in your own words, and list ONE example: Projecting info between OOC and IC (at least without clarity or future sight/clairvoyance skills, restrictions may apply) What Does Roleplaying mean in your own words: Playing a role. Acting as a character within a world.
-=[ In Character Information ]=- Character Name: Smoke Fumus Character Age: (depending on server timeline, activation (read below) date - 2062) ~210 from time being built, around 18 years if we judge by the skillset put into him via training, so that's 23 by internal clock. Character Gender: Male Personality: Explosive at times, but mostly plain lollygagger Goals: Deal with his guilt, find his original docs, avenge fallen comrades. Fears: Afraid of a liquid which supports his brain gonna go stale. Likes/Dislikes (AT LEAST 2 of each) : L: Peaceful solutions (negotiations may apply), Mind over matter. DL: Idiocity, completely unpredictable events. Races Wastelander, Ghoul, or Vault Dweller: Cauldron born (read below) D&D Alignment: Chaotic Good
S.P.E.C.I.A.L: You have 40 points.
Only one SPECIAL may go over 9, and no SPECIAL can go under 3 Unless the Race SPECIALS at bottom say otherwise!
STRENGTH: 7
PERCEPTION: 5
ENDURANCE: 5
CHARISMA: 4
INTELLIGENCE: 6
AGILITY: 6
LUCK: 7
Character Appearance: Black hair, dark glasses, hastily made breathing mask, black leather jacket, jeans.
Back Story (You may not involve yourself with a Faction, or start with any items or perks) :
Call-sign Hellfog, unit number 13, one of the squad of genetically and electronically advanced solders named hell-squad (you can call him cauldron-born human with little to none natural flesh (most of the flesh is a close-to-natural synthetic polymer which is somewhat equal to subdermal implant resistance, but still cannot provide a decent armor) except skin advanced with metal strings, inside of skull he has a fully functioning human brain (with some chips)).
Was created in secret labs along with first batch of Hell time before war, trained in 98% realistic simulators to hunt down, kill, crush and destroy everything he want to. However he wasn't fully activated and used with hell-squad on battlefields.
Brief story of hellsquad.
Hellsquad idea was created by <redacted> in 2053 as replacement to (quote) "not fully emotionally charged robots which can't decide complex questions on battlefield, meaning can't live after war as agents". 10 years of full development and success. This program was basically finalized before goverment decided to shut it down.
However <redacted> were eager to prove Hellsquad, organizing a kidnapping of <redacted>, head of Military Electronic Warfare Operations with use of First 12 hellsquad units.
The downfall of that operation were, that goverment though it were a bulk of secret chineese android, and in fears that they might get a key information from <redacted> ordered full extermination of him, his captivators, and anyone else who were in building at the time. In the end hellfog is the only remaining of its kind. Human by nature, war machine by calling.
Hellfog reactivated 5 years ago after a large fluctuation in remaining reactor batteries rebooted circutry on main tank computer.
Wandered around for 3 years, charging himself, hunting on mutated animals (bio-processor which powers human flesh and electrical circuits) until he found a small settlment, south of Washington DC and decided to stick around, tired of constant movement.
There, under the created legend that 'he got hit into the head with a huge boulder, can't remember a thing', he lived among locals, helping where he can, slowly earning small fortune along the way.
Six months later said settlment got raided by a large band of bandits, which enslaved or murdered most of the settlers. Hellfog fought as he could, but just one unit, even as skilled as he was, weren't able to surpass 3 dozens of armed scum.
Nearly destroyed, he crawled into the neared bunker and were picked up by a brotherhood of steel, where, they (quiet surprisingly actually) decided to repair him. After telling them the whole story, they decided to threat him like a solder, rather than like an equipment. At least for awhile life were simplier. An organized order of things within brotherhood gave Smoke enough time to re-evaluate and re-iterate his past decisions.
Excerpt from diary:
-Not all is lost, especially when you have your place in order of things. I still wonder if i can find more info about myself. Granted i do have a basic repairs knowlede, even that one got hit by signal-to-noise degradation. I need to find out how to build more of...of me.
Later that evening he approached local BoS commander, asking for a intelligence and research mission in his bunker. Formalities have been greenlit, and small dispatch of solders, including hellfog, were sent to the old bunker where hellfog crawled out of.
At the place of the bunker they discovered an enclave research output and a firefight insued. After overwhelming disadvantage a major from dispatch were captured and interrogated, hellfog however were able to get away and get back to BoS bunker to warn them about Enclave forces.
if you can guess what happened next, congrats, i am a very predictable writer. Yes BoS bunker got eviscirated, alongside all inhabitants.
Hellfog, feeling that it has been his fault run away as distant as possible, in hopes of finding a new home, away from enclave, and his guilt. But guilt followed him, and follows him to this day.
A new chapter is on the horizon, what will it bring?
Respond to the Situation:
You're traipsing through the ruins of what was once a small town. Noticing an old sign marking one of the buildings as a firearms shop, you creep your way inside. After half an hour of moving around rubble and breaking open boxes, you've managed to find a rifle chambered in .308, still in decent condition. Additionally, you've managed to scrounge up atleast twenty rounds for use with it. Before you leave the ruin of a building, you hear the loud banter of a small group. You peer out a window, an old cabinet and a fallen beam providing cover for you. They seem to be dressed for combat, wearing tattered armor, and brandishing automatic weapons. You watch them for a short while, and notice one has a necklace of ears around his neck, labeling the entire group as dangerous.
What do you do?
Analyze situation, look for weak structures to offset, look for cover. Create a distraction (throw a rock behind one of the structures, prefferably one which can stun off one of the group members. Let him get stunned, pick up his weapon and check pockets for ammo. create a diversion. Take a raised position somewhere behind cover, ask them what they want.
Variants: Enemies (hardened bandits, rabbid followers of apocalypse etc.) Negotiate safe passage, or failing that start shooting them. Lifted position should provide good enough vantage point to take out at least 2 of them. Deal with the rest by the situation. Neutrals - negotiate, ask for directions, ask if they need any help, apologize for stunned member, give the weapon back. Friendlies (desert rangers(?), local lawmakers, caravans) ask to stick with them until nearby settlement + all from the neutrals category.
Ears around neck could be either local customs or just a trophy picked up from a killed savage - you never know.
TL;DR for modder- he is NOT an android. Yes his synthetic flesh doesn't have developed nerves, meaning he has a higher pain tolerance. Yes his digetive system, lungs, and heart are lacking, replaced by a bio processor. However - the brain is fully human (with a small analytics implant to help him guide his shots). It is basically a cyborg (think robocop but without hull armor). (if that's still too much just write in that his advanced body is degraded over time turning him into a human by vulnerabilities). So its mostly a curse rather than blessing. Bio processor got degraded over time, meaning that it needs more carbon-based food.
Do you have any role playing experience? If 'Yes' where?: Well, there's this server called Romecraft, I have experience with that, and a Roleplay forum as well, its called ragnarok roleplay
What Does Power Gaming mean in your own words, and list ONE example: Power gaming is making your character have powers that he would not usually have, Example: I manage to shoot you right across the town in the head using a pistol
What Does Meta Gaming mean in your own words, and list ONE example: meta-gaming is having your character have knowledge that you know OOC, but not your character, an example would be seeing a nametag through a wall and then proceeding to attack the other player
What Does Roleplaying mean in your own words: It means that you take on a character, and play his role in a world, acting like him and being like him
-=[ In Character Information ]=-
Character Name: James Dawson
Character Age: 29
Character Gender: Male
Personality: He's shy at first, has little friends, but is extremely smart, if you do happen to become his friend, you see that he is scared of many things, but that he has a good heart.
Goals: Acquire his own suit of power armor, and become the most powerful fighter out in the wastes
Fears: Death, being controlled.
Likes/Dislikes (AT LEAST 2 of each) : Dislikes: Hates Radroaches and heartless raiders. Likes: Good people, Good food
Races Wastelander, Ghoul, or Vault Dweller: Vault Dweller turned Wastelander.
D&D Alignment: Lawful good
S.P.E.C.I.A.L: You have 40 points.
Only one SPECIAL may go over 9, and no SPECIAL can go under 3 Unless the Race SPECIALS at bottom say otherwise!
STRENGTH:7
PERCEPTION:3
ENDURANCE:6
CHARISMA:7
INTELLIGENCE: 10
AGILITY:3
LUCK:4
Character Appearance: Light skin, Brown hair, has a beard, no mustache, somewhat bulky in stature, showing that he can lift quite a bit, 6 feet exactly, muscular arms, however slightly fat.
Back Story (You may not involve yourself with a Faction, or start with any items or perks) : James had lived all of his childhood and teenage years, or in fact up to the age of 29, in a vault, James didn't really remember the number, it was something like 20 or something along the lines of 20. He didn't like vault life, he hated sitting in this underground bunker, during his childhood, he just sit in a classroom learning all day, but any free time he could get he'd either help his parents make Stimpaks, giving him a proficiency in making stimpaks and other medical items, or go to the weight room, as he progressed, and became older, he was doing nothing but "chipping in" often times he'd just accept it and do it, he'd be sent to the Medical bay and assist with his parents in producing stimpaks full time, but he hated being controlled by the overseer.
He was slowly planning to escape the vault, he knew there must be some way to get out, he was obviously, a free spirit, there was only one way out though, the door, sometimes in extreme boredom, he'd make feeble attempts to escape out the door, or he'd just poke at the wall, hoping it would have a small explosion creating a hole he could crawl out of, of course, he'd always have the same excuse, "I was bored, please forgive me." One day, the vault overseer sent him out to the wasteland to see if there was anything left in the area, James didn't fully understand why, was it that the overseer wanted him gone? Or did the overseer just get tired of him and just give him an obvious chance to escape, nevertheless, James saw his chance and took it running as fast as he can from the vault, on the run, now he must survive in the wasteland.
Respond to the Situation:
You're traipsing through the ruins of what was once a small town.
Noticing an old sign marking one of the buildings as a firearms shop,
you creep your way inside. After half an hour of moving around rubble
and breaking open boxes, you've managed to find a rifle chambered in
.308, still in decent condition. Additionally, you've managed to
scrounge up atleast twenty rounds for use with it. Before you leave the
ruin of a building, you hear the loud banter of a small group. You peer
out a window, an old cabinet and a fallen beam providing cover for you.
They seem to be dressed for combat, wearing tattered armor, and
brandishing automatic weapons. You watch them for a short while, and
notice one has a necklace of ears around his neck, labeling the entire
group as dangerous.
What do you do?
Seeing as there would be hardly an escape, James would have to do what he hates, fighting to the death, he load the gun and point at the one with the necklace of ears around his neck and say, "This is for all the people you've killed." He'd fire the rifle and move onto the next target, ducking in between each shot to reload.
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-=[ Out Of Character Information ]=-[/b]
In Game Name (IGN) : RidleyWing
Real Life Age (You can put birthdate) : 15
Have you read the Fallout RP rules?: Yes, and may I just say, I love Fallout!
Do you have any role playing experience? If 'Yes' where?: Lord of the Craft, Tradercraft
What Does Power Gaming mean in your own words, and list ONE example: over-powering yourself ex. killing someone instantly
What Does Meta Gaming mean in your own words, and list ONE example: being aware that you're in a game ex. talking about you're computer IRL
What Does Roleplaying mean in your own words: acting as a character you create, and stay as them throughout the experience.
-=[ In Character Information ]=-[/b]
Character Name: Ridley
Character Age: 19
Character Gender: Male
Personality: Shy, but caring, smart
Goals: to be remembered as helpful person in the tough wastes
Fears: mutated animals (violent), slavers
Likes/Dislikes (AT LEAST 2 of each) : L:Computers, relaxing DI: deathclaws, etc., slavers
Races Wastelander, Ghoul, or Vault Dweller: Vault Dweller
D&D Alignment: True Neutral
S.P.E.C.I.A.L: You have 40 points.
Only one SPECIAL may go over 9, and no SPECIAL can go under 3 Unless the Race SPECIALS at bottom say otherwise!
STRENGTH: 4
PERCEPTION: 4
ENDURANCE: 4
CHARISMA: 6
INTELLIGENCE: 9
AGILITY: 8
LUCK: 5
Character Appearance: blond hair, blue eyes, 6' 1"
Back Story (You may not involve yourself with a Faction, or start with any items or perks) : I grew up in a vault; a lucky one. One without a major test, or any test at all, as far as I knew. The only thing that could be considered a test for us was that a dweller would be banished if they broke the rules, banished into the unknown, radiated wastes. Life was normal, as normal as a vault life I guess. My father was in the management department, specifically, helping out the overseer. He enjoyed it, though it wasn't anything glamorous. My mother was a teacher, mainly for the younger kids.
I always helped out around the vault, mainly in the reactor and other science areas. I had a happy life in the vault. A week before my 19th birthday, my father began acting strange. He tried to avoid eye contact with everyone, especially the overseer. The day before my birthday, guards rushed into our quarters, saying my dad preformed vault treason. I stopped them, and demanded I take his place. My father should know why I'm doing this, I thought. They took me to the jails and put me in a cell, where I laid there for the night, unable to get sleep, until a few hours before the cell was opened.
The guards dragged me to the vault door, where the overseer stood over me, mocking me for my decision. My parents were looking through a window, crying. The overseer said, "Since you CHOSE to leave this vault, I will give you one wish. It cannot be to satay in the vault, however." I knew exactly what I wanted. What my father found that caused this. Not to have a constant reminder of who did this, but so at least one person knows what happened. They put the file onto my Pip-Boy, and opened the door. The last thought I had in that vault was, "Happy birthday to me..."
Respond to the Situation:
You're traipsing through the ruins of what was once a small town. Noticing an old sign marking one of the buildings as a firearms shop, you creep your way inside. After half an hour of moving around rubble and breaking open boxes, you've managed to find a rifle chambered in .308, still in decent condition. Additionally, you've managed to scrounge up at least twenty rounds for use with it. Before you leave the ruin of a building, you hear the loud banter of a small group. You peer out a window, an old cabinet and a fallen beam providing cover for you. They seem to be dressed for combat, wearing tattered armor, and brandishing automatic weapons. You watch them for a short while, and notice one has a necklace of ears around his neck, labeling the entire group as dangerous.
What do you do? Sneak around them, seeing if they're a threat to me and others. If not, I'll leave them be. If so, I'll try to kill or wound them, so they won't continue what they're doing.
In Game Name (IGN) : Z1rr0
Real Life Age (You can put birthdate) : 04/13/2000
Have you read the Fallout RP rules?: Yes
Do you have any role playing experience? If 'Yes' where?: No
What Does Power Gaming mean in your own words, and list ONE example: Creating an op character. Joe and Bob are playing Joe snipes at Bob but Bob dodges a bullet that should have hit him
What Does Meta Gaming mean in your own words, and list ONE example: Using info from OOC in IC Bob and Joe are playing Joe tells Bob he has been robbed Bob uses this information to get revenge without his character actually finding out
What Does Roleplaying mean in your own words: to take the place of a character and do as they would
-=[ In Character Information ]=-[/b]
Character Name: Sax Russel
Character Age: 24
Character Gender: Male
Personality: Shy, Trustworthy, Intelligent
Goals: To rid the Waste of raiders
Fears: Radroaches, Dying
Likes/Dislikes (AT LEAST 2 of each) : L Being alone, Computers, Brahmin DL radroaches, raiders
Races Wastelander, Ghoul, or Vault Dweller: Wastelander
D&D Alignment: Neutral Good
S.P.E.C.I.A.L: You have 40 points.
Only one SPECIAL may go over 9, and no SPECIAL can go under 3 Unless the Race SPECIALS at bottom say otherwise!
STRENGTH: 6
PERCEPTION: 5
ENDURANCE: 5
CHARISMA: 3
INTELLIGENCE: 10
AGILITY: 6
LUCK: 5
Character Appearance: Lab Coat, Goggles, Pants, Brown Hair
Back Story (You may not involve yourself with a Faction, or start with any items or perks) :
I was brought up in the wasteland of Pennsylvania and grew up on a small Brahmin farm with father and mother. When I was young I was attacked by a group of radroaches resulting in my fear of them. My father often went on small expiditions into the wasteland resulting in many items. My father brought me back a Lab coat and goggles one day. When I was 16 his farm was attacked by raiders resulting in the death of both my father and mother, this resulted in my lab coat being the only thing I has to remember my father and my hatred of raiders.
After my farm was attacked I wandered the wasteland for days trying to find help. I eventually found a small settlement in an old research lab.
There I was taken as an apprentice to an old man called the Scribe. The Scribe kept all terminals in the town in working order to record the settlement's history. Here I acquired a love of computers. I spent 3 years as an apprentice before the Scribe died. After that I spent as little time as possible training a new apprentice before leaving the town.I spent a 5 years wandering the wastes before eventually coming to the Michigan area.
Respond to the Situation:
You're traipsing through the ruins of what was once a small town. Noticing an old sign marking one of the buildings as a firearms shop, you creep your way inside. After half an hour of moving around rubble and breaking open boxes, you've managed to find a rifle chambered in .308, still in decent condition. Additionally, you've managed to scrounge up at least twenty rounds for use with it. Before you leave the ruin of a building, you hear the loud banter of a small group. You peer out a window, an old cabinet and a fallen beam providing cover for you. They seem to be dressed for combat, wearing tattered armor, and brandishing automatic weapons. You watch them for a short while, and notice one has a necklace of ears around his neck, labeling the entire group as dangerous.
What do you do? Run to an area beyond the effective range of the auto rifles and start sniping at them.
The Meaning of Life, the Universe, and Everything.
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-=[ Out Of Character Information ]=-
In Game Name (IGN): capnkronos
Real Life Age (You can put birthdate) : 14.
Have you read the Fallout RP rules?: Yes.
Do you have any role playing experience? If 'Yes' Where?: I roleplayed on a server for about 1-2 years, and have roleplayed on many others.
What Does Power Gaming mean in your own words, and list ONE example: Power gaming is when you do overpowered stuff, for example:
<Gamer_Guy2014> *Punches Guy with Burnt face*
<XxXPower_GamerXxX> *Dodges, teleports home, grabs all golden gapples, does a backflip on my bed, slaps my hand cause I'm about to grab a cookie, teleports behind guy with slicked back hair, even though you're running, I get tired from running teleports infront of you, making you dizzy, teleports behind you breaking your NECK.*
<capnkronos> Dude, that's power gaming....
What Does Meta Gaming mean in your own words, and list ONE example: It's where someone makes a character they say that they're new to the wasteland, someone else has knowledge of a hidden jackpot of wastelands supplies and they go to get it anyways. Example:
<FrankBallidina> (Out of RP) My character just found a map of a hidden jackpot of supplies and he's gonna be so OP (Back to RP)
<TheMetaGamer> *Finds a jackpot of supplies,* Oh wow! What luck!
<capnkronos> Dude, that's meta-gaming...
What Does Roleplaying mean in your own words: It's where you can be someone else. Where you can have fun inside a different world. Escape all of your problems and live inside of a world where everything is fun. Dramatic. Exciting. And all you do is... Have Fun.
-=[ In Character Information ]=-
Character Name: Merrick, J. Kleptiz.
Character Age: 32
Character Gender: Male
Personality: Very, Very, Short temper. Can just burst out of his protective bubble that keeps him happy at anytime. Crazy. (And what I mean by crazy is like, if there is two rad scorpions he'd try and take both of them on.) Straight forward. Gets to the point. Quiet. And trust me. Don't. Get on his bad side....
Goals: To be a legend, find who is responsible for his family's death, to gouge out the person's eyes who killed his family.
Fears: Drowning, Being slowly killed, Being on a very high tower. Dealing with loss again.
Likes/Dislikes (AT LEAST 2 of each) :
L: Guns, Tigers, Silent places, Bowie knives, Comics.
S.P.E.C.I.A.L: You have 40 points.
Only one SPECIAL may go over 9, and no SPECIAL can go under 3 Unless the Race SPECIALS at bottom say otherwise!
STRENGTH: 10
PERCEPTION: 5
ENDURANCE: 4
CHARISMA: 8
INTELLIGENCE: 4
AGILITY: 6
LUCK: 3
Back Story (You may not involve yourself with a Faction, or start with any items or perks) : It all began in a town called Michigan, this is the place where I Merrick, J. Kleptiz was born. I always loved sitting in my backyard, even though the world had been destroyed, it was always so peaceful back there... I would always just wander around, no objective, until one day... I was ambushed, I was with my family, they got killed.. My brother, my Dad, my Mum.... Everyone... By bandits... And their leader, one swung his sword, hit me directly on my right eye... "Gaah!!" I yell as I try to deal with the pain, I run. Rip my t-shirt apart, rap bandages around my eye, and run off to get away as fast as I could, I eventually escaped. I then find a cloak, wrap it around myself to keep warm, and head to bed,
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The Next Day....
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Then I go off, try to find some stuff like the things the bandits stole, I found a 9mm pistol, and some rounds, I walk off, and see some bandits, "Hey! You!" I yell as I load the pistol, "Pfft... This kid has a death w-" BOOM I shoot one right through his head and cut him off of his sentence, I run into cover, he shoots all of his rounds, I then hop over my cover... Kick his gun outta his hand, aim at his head, BOOM. Dead. I take what they had on them, left the useless stuff on them. Then I walk off, still enraged about my family, I see more bandits, hide behind a pillar, "Hey Mike, did you hear them gunshots not far from here...?" The guy with the beanie says, "Yeah, it's freaking me out man.... I don't like it out here.... I want to go home...." Mike says, "Well... We need to do this for the bos- Gaahh!!!" The one with the beanie screams as I shoot him in the gut, shoot the other in the head, I look down, "Please... Spare me... I won't do anything to you if I see you again!" The beanie one says, another guy comes he notices I did a No-No. "Hey kid!!" BOOM BOOM BLIM The gunshots are flying by as I jump into cover, I shoot a couple times, hide behind more cover, sneak around to his cover, kick him in the face knocking him out, knock the other one out, and drag them into an abandoned warehouse, patch the wounded one up, and head to bed.
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The Next Day....
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I wake up first, and wake the guys up, I trapped them on chairs, "You're gonna tell me where your boss is.... If not... Well, you won't have legs when you leave here..." I say to the one I shot in the gut, "*Spit* I ain't tellin' you anything!" He yells at my face, "Aww... Man, my nice shoes... Well, maybe you'll change your mind when I..." I jab my knife I got for my 18th birthday into his knee, "Gahh!!! Jesus!!" He yells, "So... Opinion changed...?" I say to him, "No..?" I say as I twist it, "Ghaaagghh!! Aghh!! Okay! Okay!!" He says, "Now mark it on this map..." I say sternly, he marks it. I pull out a gun, and shoot him, "Good god man!! He told you what you wanted!!" He says, "Y'know... Why cause all this trouble bandit..? Y'know they try to hide it... They hide what's out there... Reality.." I say to him calmly, stand up, and shoot him...
I wander for a couple months trying to find it, I finally find it, I get ready, I silently go in there, I grab a guy.. Bring him into a room, steal his outfit, walk around casually, "Ahem... Hey, where's the boss' room again...? I need to speak to him" I say as I hide my face with a hat, "Uhmm.. Up the stairs, second room on the right..." He says, "Oh, yeah... Thanks." I walk off to go into there, "Ahem... Boss... I need to speak to you." I say. "Come on in!" He yells, I walk in, take off my hat, "You... You killed my family with no forgiveness... I came here to kill you... 'Boss'..." I say, "Heh... Hehahahahaaaa!!" He laughs as I run up to his desk, jump and kick his face, grab my gun, shoot him all over his body and finally in his face. I then run, and slide down a pipe beside the window. And escape.
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The Next 9 Years Pass.
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I then feel satisfied as I am 29, I've been through alot my whole life... Lost my family at age 20, lost my dog, Alistaire, at 18, who knows what'll happen next... I huddle into a village called Grovewood Bay, I hear from a good friend of mine, Sean Daley, that the guy I killed 9 years ago wasn't the man I thought I killed.... It wasn't the man who killed my parents.... The man who killed my parents had a mask with a skull on it....
Couldn't see his identity, so I didn't know what to believe anymore.... "I don't know what to do now, do I just go and leave Grovewood Bay and just... I just don't know Sean..." I say to him, "Y'know... I could help you get justice for your family..." Sean says, "You would do that? For me? Let's do it.." I say, "Do you have any clothes I can borrow..? I need a new outfit..." I say to Sean, "Sure, um... I have a jumpsuit. Would you want that..?" He says, "Sure, I'll give it a try..." I say, "Here it is. It says 'AJAX' on this name tag although that won't be a problem... Since you'll look intimidating... C'mon go put it on." He says, I put on the jumpsuit, then I grab a rifle throw it on my shoulder, put socks over my pants, put ankle boots on, and finished. "Complete. Whatcha think..?" I say, "Looks good brother." Sean says, "C'mon let's head on out, Sean." I say.
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The Next Three Years Passed....
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"Still haven't found him... I know he's out here.... When I find him... I swear I'll gouge out his eyes with my bare hands!!!" I yell in the bar as I bang the table, "Y'know?.... Heehahahaa....!!!" I say, "I think you had a bit too much there bud.. Always remember who you are on day one... Cause if you don't, you'll never remember who you are on day two...." The bartender says, "What? I already lost a friend named Sean, don't give me a lecture... Nevermind... I'll be leaving..." I say, I pull out a gun, shoot the bartender, and take the beer he gave me and a couple more beer bottles....
He's out here... I know he is.... I know I'll find him....
End of Backstory.
Respond to the Situation:
You're traipsing through the ruins of what was once a small town. Noticing an old sign marking one of the buildings as a firearms shop, you creep your way inside. After half an hour of moving around rubble and breaking open boxes, you've managed to find a rifle chambered in .308, still in decent condition. Additionally, you've managed to scrounge up atleast twenty rounds for use with it. Before you leave the ruin of a building, you hear the loud banter of a small group. You peer out a window, an old cabinet and a fallen beam providing cover for you. They seem to be dressed for combat, wearing tattered armor, and brandishing automatic weapons. You watch them for a short while, and notice one has a necklace of ears around his neck, labeling the entire group as dangerous.
What do you do?:
I would hide behind the fallen beam, as they scavenge around, I would take them by surprise, BOOM, One down, 3 to go. BLIM BOOM The guns sound as they shoot, I pretend to get shot. "AAGH!! Gah!" I fake scream, I act dead, as they see my supposedly lifeless body, if one grabs my gun, I then pull up from his arm, hide behind him and use him as a body shield, "Drop your weapons or I'll blow his brains out!!" I say, "Ok... Ok. Don't shoot him....." They all drop their guns, "Slide them to me...." I say, they slide them over. Blow his brains out. And shoot the others. Easy....
I cannot say for positive this is true, as my source comes second hand. If I am false, I simply say apologizes and move on.
This server has been on decline since internal staff fighting and issues. Most of the players and Staff have left to move on to other servers. While some players have stuck around, most players, including myself, have left. Following that most of the Staff have left. I highly don't think the New Map is going to be released because of this reason.
I have gotten word that the owner of the server as also left. Since this may/may not be true, I shall request that (to the Staff of Minecraftfourms) that this thread be kept unlocked for 5 weeks. If during that time period, nobody takes up the mantle of running I server, I ask that you lock the thread.
Owner of the server has never left and doesn't plan on leaving. Server isn't closing; if anything we might just go into building phase to finish map and reform server.
Owner of the server has never left and doesn't plan on leaving. Server isn't closing; if anything we might just go into building phase to finish map and reform server.
Hey, could you check the the apps we made? See if their valid and or not? Thanks.
Since the server was put into building phase acouple days ago we aren't going to start accepting applications untill construction is complete. By then we are going to have everyone apply, even if they were accepted in the past.
Do you have any role playing experience? If 'Yes' where?: Not much this is the first rp server i have signed for.[/b]
In Character[/b]
Character Name: Tycho[/b]
Character Age: 23[/b]
Character Gender: male[/b]
Personality: Brave, swift, cunning.[/b]
Races:[/b]
Human[/b]
S[/b]
.P.E.C.I.A.L:[/b]
STRENGTH: 6[/b]
PERCEPTION:6[/b]
ENDURANCE:6[/b]
CHARISMA:1[/b]
INTELLIGENCE:7[/b]
AGILITY:7[/b]
LUCK:7[/b]
Back Story:Once a veteran NCR ranger, Tycho was taken captive by a group of raiders, tortured, and wiped of his memory. He wanders the wasteland in search of answers, but despite his loss of memory, he can still kick some total *ss, NCR ranger style.[/b]
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In Game Name (IGN) : cybersniper10
Real Life Age (You can put birthdate) : 16, born January 17th 1999.
Have you read the Fallout RP rules?: I love fallout :3
Do you have any role playing experience? If 'Yes' where?: That's a long list, off the top of my head Corisa and gildorym along with tuns of dungeons and dragons and etc.
What Does Power Gaming mean in your own words, and list ONE example: Doing something your char is not capable of and, is frankly impossible. "Guard Jenkins shoots at Prisoner Bob, Prisoner Bob karate chops bullet back into to Jenkins but, Jenkins spits it out at the speed of light BUT Bob has a conversation with it at the speed of light causing it to decide to just stop"
What Does Meta Gaming mean in your own words, and list ONE example: Using OOC information ICly. "Some guy out of the game said there was a faction base here that was full of loot, meaning that despite that this base is hidden, secret and, filled to the brim with guards making sure nobody finds out where it is I now know where it is."
What Does Roleplaying mean in your own words: Acting as a character that is not you in a fictional or realistic setting.
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Character Name: Renj
Character Age: 36
Character Gender: Male
Personality: Very distant, antisocial, paranoid but, with a set of morals.
Goals: Really just wants to stay alive and, help others do the same.
Fears: Other people, being captured and, death.
Likes/Dislikes (AT LEAST 2 of each) : Likes: Weapons as a whole, literature of any sort, music. Dislikes: Prisons, raiders, slavers.
Races Wastelander, Ghoul, or Vault Dweller: Wastelander
D&D Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
S.P.E.C.I.A.L: You have 40 points.
Only one SPECIAL may go over 9, and no SPECIAL can go under 3 Unless the Race SPECIALS at bottom say otherwise!
STRENGTH:4
PERCEPTION:7
ENDURANCE:3
CHARISMA:3
INTELLIGENCE:8
AGILITY: 10
LUCK: 5
Character Appearance:
Back Story (You may not involve yourself with a Faction, or start with any items or perks) :Born and shaped by the wasteland Renj grew up in a far better place than most, being the son of a couple in a group of wastelanders that were assimilated into a small conglomerate of towns founded by vault dwellers. Though being smarter and far far faster than most, his social skills were lacking to say the least and, he was extremely feeble.
Soon after reaching physical maturity he was outcast from the towns. He spent most of his years traveling with mercenary bands or, as muscle for traders. After roughly 25 years of age he began striking out on his own. Soon a decently well known person he got the nickname "the ghost of the wastes". Alluding to his antisocial personality and, extreme speed. Unfortunately for him more than just caravans began coming through. Super mutants of varying sizes began running through. Soon injured, beaten and being dragged off to the local FEV supply he had to hide in a sack of torn off limbs and various other bodily fluids and parts to survive. After spending the next few months fighting off both the mutants, his wounds and, infections. Recovering he sped off again. Deciding to settle down for as long as possible he spent a total of 6 years in a small community called Barter Town. Mostly keeping to himself and, making a living as a hired gun. He eventually left again. Going to try his luck in a old place called Michigan...
Respond to the Situation:
You're traipsing through the ruins of what was once a small town. Noticing an old sign marking one of the buildings as a firearms shop, you creep your way inside. After half an hour of moving around rubble and breaking open boxes, you've managed to find a rifle chambered in .308, still in decent condition. Additionally, you've managed to scrounge up atleast twenty rounds for use with it. Before you leave the ruin of a building, you hear the loud banter of a small group. You peer out a window, an old cabinet and a fallen beam providing cover for you. They seem to be dressed for combat, wearing tattered armor, and brandishing automatic weapons. You watch them for a short while, and notice one has a necklace of ears around his neck, labeling the entire group as dangerous.
What do you do?
Renj stalks them for as long as he dares. Eventually running ahead to set up a fake trail of a less experienced wastelander. In the hopes that one or two will split off to go kill the wastlelander without the entire group running over. He'd either from there- A: if either they didn't bother or more than a few came just leave, leaving them be. B: shoot the 1-2 that leave the group, Quickly looting them and moving to a different building. As the remaining 2 or so go to see what happened he'd shoot them. If they survived he'd simply continue to run around and shoot them tell their corpses lined the streets. Looting them and leaving what he didn't need in a pile for any passing wastelanders to have.
im actually quite impressed this is still a thing
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In Game Name (IGN) : redstryker
Real Life Age (You can put birthdate) : April 27, 1997 (18)
Have you read the Fallout RP rules?: Yes, and I love Fallout.
Do you have any role playing experience? Tons If 'Yes' where?: My first experience with RP was on Pirates of the Caribbean: Online, eventually, I stopped RPing there, I then started RPing on various minecraft servers (seven in total, if I’m not incorrect) including two Fallout-themed ones. Now, I RP on an indie game called Baystation 12. It’s safe to say that I’m VERY experienced with RP. Hopefully this will be a fun experience, as Fallout is my favorite game series.
What Does Power Gaming mean in your own words, and list ONE example: Power Gaming is giving your character far too much power in RP. Say Player 1 swings a machete at Player 2. Player 2 cannot simply grab the blade of the machete as that would cut his/her palms (unless he has Kevlar gloves, which I have actually seen done before, but Kevlar gloves would be either nonexistent in Fallout, or extremely sparse.)
What Does Meta Gaming mean in your own words, and list ONE example: Meta Gaming is using info obtained OOC to benefit your character IC. Say Player 1 and Player 2 are talking over Skype. Player 1 tells Player 2 that his character’s wife has been murdered IC. Player 2’s character runs about looking to avenge the death of his wife without being told IC that she is dead.
What Does Roleplaying mean in your own words: RP is embodying yourself in another person’s character, personality, and life. You take on all of that person’s mannerisms and thought processes and act accordingly.
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Character Name: Angela (She doesn’t know her last name [and doesn’t have one])
Character Age: She looks to be about 25, while she is only about fifteen years old. (Bear with me here, this will make sense, and does not deviate from Fallout canon)
Character Gender: Female
Personality: Strong, with an air of independence covering her. She is quick to anger, and acts mostly upon impulse.
Goals: To survive, to find purpose, to find (if there is any) god, To be a good mercenary, To accrue a large amount of caps, To end slavery where she finds it
Fears: Being enslaved once more, Death, Radiation, Abuse, The idea of having emotional attachment to someone, Blood
Likes: Big guns, Jet, Money, Looking pretty, Looting
Dislikes: Slavers, Most men, Being powerless, Big cities
Races Wastelander, Ghoul, or Vault Dweller: Wastelander
D&D Alignment: Lawful Neutral
STRENGTH: 9
PERCEPTION: 7
ENDURANCE: 7
CHARISMA: 4
INTELLIGENCE: 4
AGILITY: 6
LUCK: 3
Character Appearance: Before you stands a rather short woman (5’1”). However, her stature clearly doesn’t mean much since she still seems rather imposing. She walks about with her back almost always straight, and her blue eyes always looking about for trouble. Her eyebrows are thin and quire far apart. She has a rather round face, and a pointed chin. Her cheekbones are low and almost cannot be seen in her pearly complexion. She typically smirks with her full lips. Her expression is usually quite rough. Her hair is jet black and cut very short, covering one side of her face, the rest hangs down an inch below her ears. She wears one of those old combat armors from the Great War, along with black combat boots. However, she has changed it a little, it is painted black and on her left breast are written the words, in red paint, “DEATH TO SLAVERS!” Her arms look strong. Her tight combat suit shows off her hourglass figure and her endowed chest.
Back Story: Angela was never born, but built. She is an android from the Commonwealth (What we call Massachusetts). Her first real memory started fifteen years ago, when she began her slavery. Initially, she was actually built as a female escort android (which would explain her ‘pristine’ looks and her figure), and this is what she did, or rather, she was forced to do. She hated that life, being a slave, and being forced to sleep with whoever her slaver made her. Eventually, one of her ‘clients’ did her a kindness. He never actually made use of her services. Instead, he, through many visits afterwards, helped her build up an escape plan. This was carried out, but he died in the process. She left the Commonwealth, cut her hair as a sign of her freedom, and began to wander, looting where she could. She doesn’t know who or what she is, and for some strange reason, she cannot remember how she got to Michigan. This will all be explained in the fullness of time……
Respond to the Situation:
You're traipsing through the ruins of what was once a small town. Noticing an old sign marking one of the buildings as a firearms shop, you creep your way inside. After half an hour of moving around rubble and breaking open boxes, you've managed to find a rifle chambered in .308, still in decent condition. Additionally, you've managed to scrounge up atleast twenty rounds for use with it. Before you leave the ruin of a building, you hear the loud banter of a small group. You peer out a window, an old cabinet and a fallen beam providing cover for you. They seem to be dressed for combat, wearing tattered armor, and brandishing automatic weapons. You watch them for a short while, and notice one has a necklace of ears around his neck, labeling the entire group as dangerous.
What do you do?
Looking at them, I know that they are most definitely a cruel bunch… The world would be a better place without them, plus, they may have some caps in their pockets, and those shiny rifles would be fun to use. I quietly begin to load the old hunting rifle. Five shots per load… enough for three guys. I know that conserving ammo is still always a good idea, so I remain behind cover, waiting for them to enter the building. Looters always separate when they find a nice place to rummage through. They all enter it, two of them proceeded to the counter, looking for (I assume), pre-war bills one of them begins searching the shelfs, not ten feet away from me. I sneak up behind him. He seemed preoccupied looking down a scope (I already checked that one, shattered optics). I lift my rifle up and over his head, pulling it quickly against his neck, pulling him behind the shelf so that the others wouldn’t see what was happening. Sadly, I forgot to cover his mouth (this time) and he yelled out a little before I was able to knock him out. They both heard and were alerted, pointing their rifles in my general direction, looking confused. They yelled out for their friend. I peek out, one has proceeded to near where I am, and he’s now a couple feet away from me, while the other is still standing behind the counter. I exhale. I jump out, knocking at the man’s knees. He falls to the ground. I quickly lay a bullet into his temple. He twitches as I fall behind the shelf once more, bullets now flying towards me. I’ve seen the model they are using. Twenty bullets per mag. I count each shot. He fired sixteen, four more. He yells out at me. I run from shelf to shelf, attempting to get him to fire at me. He falls for it and loses his last four shots. I jump out from the shelf and fire twice, hitting his chest and his shoulder. He goes down. I begin looting the bodies. Not much, some ammo, some caps. I get to the man who fell behind the counter. He is groaning “Kill me.” I simply smile, take his rifle, step on his shot shoulder, and let him wallow in his pain. Damn looters.
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In Game Name (IGN) : Soup_Ream
Real Life Age (You can put birthdate) : 11/19/2000
Have you read the Fallout RP rules?: I freakin' love Fallout. Hyped for 4, and I love 3.
Do you have any role playing experience? If 'Yes' where?: No
What Does Power Gaming mean in your own words, and list ONE example: Dumping all of your stats and overpowering your character in order to advance in a game.
What Does Meta Gaming mean in your own words, and list ONE example: Using out of the world and lore powers or information in order to manipulate and take advantage of certain aspects of the game.
What Does Roleplaying mean in your own words: Playing your own role in a fabricated world in order to escape from reality for a while.
-=[ In Character Information ]=-
Character Name: Soup
Character Age: 14
Character Gender: Male
Personality: Friendly, Hard-headed, Witty, and Open to ideas and suggestions, but difficult to trust as he has a tendency to be two faced and full of mischief.
Goals: Finding out what happened to the rest of his Vault 15 descendants as he has no idea what happened to the Khans, the Vipers or gangs that existed during the Great War. Finding a Pre-War instrument to perform through the wasteland with, and surviving until he finally dies of radiation or some random mole rat.
Fears: Dying, Heights, and Ferals, and Super mutants.
Likes/Dislikes (AT LEAST 2 of each) : Classic 50's music, and Pip Boys, Dislikes: Fatigue and Over-exhausting work.
Races Wastelander, Ghoul, or Vault Dweller: Vault Dweller
D&D Alignment: Lawful Good
S.P.E.C.I.A.L: You have 40 points.
Only one SPECIAL may go over 9, and no SPECIAL can go under 3 Unless the Race SPECIALS at bottom say otherwise!
STRENGTH: 6
PERCEPTION: 7
ENDURANCE: 7
CHARISMA: 5
INTELLIGENCE: 7
AGILITY:6
LUCK:2
Character Appearance: A tan young boy wearing an old Vault 15 jumpsuit, with red eyes that glare with intensity, but with purpose, a belt wrapping around his waist and a Pip-Boy 3000 strapped to his left arm, slightly muscular in his arms with a thin but stocky frame, black ruffled hair covered in rubble and debris.
Back Story (You may not involve yourself with a Faction, or start with any items or perks) : After finally leaving his home town in the Capital Wasteland, he has been wandering west looking for the remnants of his Vault's past, curious and thirsty for adventure. He has lived in the Capital in a run down Metro tunnel with his grandfather (a descendant of a Vault 15 Dweller), his father, and his mother, feeding off of unsuspecting Raiders and Super-Muties alike, looting and learning to hunt. While his mother and father were away gathering supplies, his grandfather told him stories of the Great Khans, the Vipers, and the many powerful gangs and tribes that resulted from the Vault-Tec Vault his ancestors came from. Enthralled by the stories, Soup is infused with courage and strength to adventure outside of the Capitol. When his grandfather had died of intense radiation after encountering a Glowing One in the tunnels, this forced the family to flee, as more and more Ferals started to arrive and descend upon the family. He has had to run from Raiders, fought off many Ferals, and encountered a Behemoth and several Muties while trying to escape with his father and mother, who died trying to save him and get him to leave the area. He has been manipulating others and has killed others before in order to survive, doing his best to salvage Stimpaks and Radways. He has gathered and traveled for supplies for months on end, trying to live as long as he could, until he finally stopped in another Wasteland. When crossing different borders and finally exhausted from fatigue, all his supplies and weapons have broken and diminished quickly, leaving him with nothing but the sweaty, tattered Vault suit his escaped descendant passed down from generation to generation and his Pip-Boy.
Respond to the Situation:
You're traipsing through the ruins of what was once a small town. Noticing an old sign marking one of the buildings as a firearms shop, you creep your way inside. After half an hour of moving around rubble and breaking open boxes, you've managed to find a rifle chambered in .308, still in decent condition. Additionally, you've managed to scrounge up atleast twenty rounds for use with it. Before you leave the ruin of a building, you hear the loud banter of a small group. You peer out a window, an old cabinet and a fallen beam providing cover for you. They seem to be dressed for combat, wearing tattered armor, and brandishing automatic weapons. You watch them for a short while, and notice one has a necklace of ears around his neck, labeling the entire group as dangerous.
What do you do?
I do my best to sneak through the edges of the building and try sneak attacking them, firing a distraction shot somewhere in a distant direction, and aim for their legs and heads, doing my best to wound and essentially take them off guard so I can make my escape off somewhere else where there's food, armor and no raiders in sight. If they spot me, I stand my ground and continue firing at them if they wound me, fighting until my final, irreversible breath. Either that or hide like a coward.
Haha, we're thriving and still better than ever! When I first applied for moderator on the old server I never thought we'd grow so and become what we are now two years later!
Here's a list of the things that need some changing:
1. Baaaaaaaackstory. Unfortunately we don't allow android characters, especially with the upcoming release of Fallout 4. You're going to have to create a new one that's atleast 2-3 paragraphs long.
2. Well you- wait, nope, nothing else is wrong. All you gotta do is fix the backstory.
Denied.
Here is a list of the things that need editing:
1. Red Eyes? Explain through backstory or change to a natural eye color.
2. How did you, a descendant of those from Vault 15 get to the capital wasteland? This needs to be changed or explained.
denied
Damn. Well, now I have to try to think of another character.
Suggestion: Post something about androids not being allowed on the rules, that way, serious RPers don't spend two whole afternoons writing a backstory and making a skin to only not be able to use them later.
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In Game Name (IGN) : redstryker
Real Life Age (You can put birthdate) : April 27, 1997 (18)
Have you read the Fallout RP rules?: Yes, and I love Fallout.
Do you have any role playing experience? Tons If 'Yes' where?: My first experience with RP was on Pirates of the Caribbean: Online, eventually, I stopped RPing there, I then started RPing on various minecraft servers (seven in total, if I’m not incorrect) including two Fallout-themed ones. Now, I RP on an indie game called Baystation 12. It’s safe to say that I’m VERY experienced with RP. Hopefully this will be a fun experience, as Fallout is my favorite game series.
What Does Power Gaming mean in your own words, and list ONE example: Power Gaming is giving your character far too much power in RP. Say Player 1 swings a machete at Player 2. Player 2 cannot simply grab the blade of the machete as that would cut his/her palms (unless he has Kevlar gloves, which I have actually seen done before, but Kevlar gloves would be either nonexistent in Fallout, or extremely sparse.)
What Does Meta Gaming mean in your own words, and list ONE example: Meta Gaming is using info obtained OOC to benefit your character IC. Say Player 1 and Player 2 are talking over Skype. Player 1 tells Player 2 that his character’s wife has been murdered IC. Player 2’s character runs about looking to avenge the death of his wife without being told IC that she is dead.
What Does Roleplaying mean in your own words: RP is embodying yourself in another person’s character, personality, and life. You take on all of that person’s mannerisms and thought processes and act accordingly.
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Character Name: George Reddin
Character Age: 26
Character Gender: Male
Personality: A rather argumentative young man who near always seeks for a change in the status quo. He walks about with an air of independence, and is quick to voice his opinions. He often loses himself in thought. He is quite stubborn.
Goals: Finding love, Being a father, Finding a governmental system that he likes and establishing (or finding) a place that governs under it
Fears: Pain, Death, Not making a difference
Likes: Whiskey (any alcohol for that matter, I guess), Trading, Learning, Repairing pre-war tech, Books, Tech (Laser weapons fascinate him)
Dislikes: Ignorant and stupid people, Most authourity, Fighting
Race: Wastelander
D&D Alignment: Chaotic Good
STRENGTH: 4
PERCEPTION: 7
ENDURANCE: 4
CHARISMA: 8
INTELLIGENCE: 9
AGILITY: 4
LUCK: 4
Character Appearance: A tall man (6’2”) stands before you. He has deep blue eyes and is often smiling. His rough facial features seem strange in contrast with his extremely pale skin. He has very Irish features (large chin, nose, and upper lip). He could be regarded as handsome to some. He typically has five-o-clock shadow. His hair is dark brown and is long and messy over his head, he clearly hasn’t done anything with it in months. He wears a pair of black jeans with faded knees and a belt. He wears a salvaged piece of riot armor on his torso. It is in quite bad condition, not because he didn’t repair it well or anything, but because of lack of materials. Over that, he wears a long, brown trenchcoat. His hands have fingerless black gloves on them. He wears a pair of Converse on his feet (or equal shoe in the Fallout universe). Pinned to the right side of his trenchcoat, he has a lapel of an American flag.
Back Story: George never knew his father. He was told that he had died fighting off bandits. His mother and he lived in a small town just outside Toronto. It was a peaceful area, relatively, and his mother made a name for herself as a local apothecary and surgeon. George learned all that he could from her, plus any book that he could find. Every time that a scavenger would come back with a duffel bag of loot, George would be the first one in town on him, trying to pawn off various medical supplies or caps for books, tech, or even weapons in disrepair. He would fiddle with all of the tech that he could find, learning, creating, and experimenting. Any weapons that he could get, he would do his best to repair. He often made himself a nice profit with the work that he was able to do.
Years passed and George had grown bored. He had heard from one of the caravans that there were more people in the Michigan area. He talked to his mother. She didn’t like the idea, but she knew that she couldn’t stop him as he was always stubborn. After several months of preparation, he left for Michigan, hoping to establish himself as a trader in the area.
Respond to the Situation:
You're traipsing through the ruins of what was once a small town. Noticing an old sign marking one of the buildings as a firearms shop, you creep your way inside. After half an hour of moving around rubble and breaking open boxes, you've managed to find a rifle chambered in .308, still in decent condition. Additionally, you've managed to scrounge up atleast twenty rounds for use with it. Before you leave the ruin of a building, you hear the loud banter of a small group. You peer out a window, an old cabinet and a fallen beam providing cover for you. They seem to be dressed for combat, wearing tattered armor, and brandishing automatic weapons. You watch them for a short while, and notice one has a necklace of ears around his neck, labeling the entire group as dangerous.
What do you do?
It’s not worth risking it. I lay back against the wall, hoping that they don’t see me. They enter the store and I hide behind the rack. They begin scavenging the place. I attempt to peek out from behind the shelf. Damn, one saw me.
“OI! You there!” He yells.
I sigh. There will be no easy way to do this, I guess. My mind races. An idea surfaces.
“Don’t hurt me and I’ll repair your gear.” I say, knowing full well that the brutes will hurt me anyway.
“Slicer, you like that idea?” One says.
“Gah, sure!” The one I can only assume to be named ‘Slicer’ says.
In a few minutes, I am standing over the counter, messing around with the parts of the three rifles of the men. They stare at me, smiling and chuckling occasionally. They think that they are so smart. I know what they are doing. They are milking as much as they can out of me before I kill them. All raiders are the same.
I pass the rifles to every respective raider. They are now giving me crooked smiles. The two without ear necklaces look to Slicer, he smiles widely at them both and nods, smiling. They raise their rifles, pointing them at my head. They pull their triggers and I bolt out of the door. A look of surprise enters their faces as I look back. Damn idiots. I throw the firing pins on the asphalt and continue running, knowing that they won’t be able to catch me wearing that armor.
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-=[ Out Of Character Information ]=-
In Game Name (IGN): Smoke_TH
Real Life Age (You can put birthdate) : 24 ('91)
Have you read the Fallout RP rules?: Yeap.
Do you have any role playing experience? If 'Yes' where?: Ruined world, It's failed successor, Impact fantasy rp
What Does Power Gaming mean in your own words, and list ONE example: Playing for stats and for maxing out character regardless to the roleplaying situation and aligment, favoring best possible outcomes. Overpowering stats for sake of playing a game not like a character but like a syndicated avatar, bent on being the best instead of being realistic.
What Does Meta Gaming mean in your own words, and list ONE example: Projecting info between OOC and IC (at least without clarity or future sight/clairvoyance skills, restrictions may apply)
What Does Roleplaying mean in your own words: Playing a role. Acting as a character within a world.
-=[ In Character Information ]=-
Character Name: Smoke Fumus
Character Age: (depending on server timeline, activation (read below) date - 2062) ~210 from time being built, around 18 years if we judge by the skillset put into him via training, so that's 23 by internal clock.
Character Gender: Male
Personality: Explosive at times, but mostly plain lollygagger
Goals: Deal with his guilt, find his original docs, avenge fallen comrades.
Fears: Afraid of a liquid which supports his brain gonna go stale.
Likes/Dislikes (AT LEAST 2 of each) : L: Peaceful solutions (negotiations may apply), Mind over matter. DL: Idiocity, completely unpredictable events.
Races Wastelander, Ghoul, or Vault Dweller: Cauldron born (read below)
D&D Alignment: Chaotic Good
S.P.E.C.I.A.L: You have 40 points.
Only one SPECIAL may go over 9, and no SPECIAL can go under 3 Unless the Race SPECIALS at bottom say otherwise!
STRENGTH: 7
PERCEPTION: 5
ENDURANCE: 5
CHARISMA: 4
INTELLIGENCE: 6
AGILITY: 6
LUCK: 7
Character Appearance: Black hair, dark glasses, hastily made breathing mask, black leather jacket, jeans.
Back Story (You may not involve yourself with a Faction, or start with any items or perks) :
Call-sign Hellfog, unit number 13, one of the squad of genetically and electronically advanced solders named hell-squad (you can call him cauldron-born human with little to none natural flesh (most of the flesh is a close-to-natural synthetic polymer which is somewhat equal to subdermal implant resistance, but still cannot provide a decent armor) except skin advanced with metal strings, inside of skull he has a fully functioning human brain (with some chips)).
Was created in secret labs along with first batch of Hell time before war, trained in 98% realistic simulators to hunt down, kill, crush and destroy everything he want to. However he wasn't fully activated and used with hell-squad on battlefields.
Brief story of hellsquad.
Hellsquad idea was created by <redacted> in 2053 as replacement to (quote) "not fully emotionally charged robots which can't decide complex questions on battlefield, meaning can't live after war as agents". 10 years of full development and success. This program was basically finalized before goverment decided to shut it down.
However <redacted> were eager to prove Hellsquad, organizing a kidnapping of <redacted>, head of Military Electronic Warfare Operations with use of First 12 hellsquad units.
The downfall of that operation were, that goverment though it were a bulk of secret chineese android, and in fears that they might get a key information from <redacted> ordered full extermination of him, his captivators, and anyone else who were in building at the time. In the end hellfog is the only remaining of its kind. Human by nature, war machine by calling.
Hellfog reactivated 5 years ago after a large fluctuation in remaining reactor batteries rebooted circutry on main tank computer.
Wandered around for 3 years, charging himself, hunting on mutated animals (bio-processor which powers human flesh and electrical circuits) until he found a small settlment, south of Washington DC and decided to stick around, tired of constant movement.
There, under the created legend that 'he got hit into the head with a huge boulder, can't remember a thing', he lived among locals, helping where he can, slowly earning small fortune along the way.
Six months later said settlment got raided by a large band of bandits, which enslaved or murdered most of the settlers. Hellfog fought as he could, but just one unit, even as skilled as he was, weren't able to surpass 3 dozens of armed scum.
Nearly destroyed, he crawled into the neared bunker and were picked up by a brotherhood of steel, where, they (quiet surprisingly actually) decided to repair him. After telling them the whole story, they decided to threat him like a solder, rather than like an equipment. At least for awhile life were simplier. An organized order of things within brotherhood gave Smoke enough time to re-evaluate and re-iterate his past decisions.
Excerpt from diary:
-Not all is lost, especially when you have your place in order of things. I still wonder if i can find more info about myself. Granted i do have a basic repairs knowlede, even that one got hit by signal-to-noise degradation. I need to find out how to build more of...of me.
Later that evening he approached local BoS commander, asking for a intelligence and research mission in his bunker. Formalities have been greenlit, and small dispatch of solders, including hellfog, were sent to the old bunker where hellfog crawled out of.
At the place of the bunker they discovered an enclave research output and a firefight insued. After overwhelming disadvantage a major from dispatch were captured and interrogated, hellfog however were able to get away and get back to BoS bunker to warn them about Enclave forces.
if you can guess what happened next, congrats, i am a very predictable writer. Yes BoS bunker got eviscirated, alongside all inhabitants.
Hellfog, feeling that it has been his fault run away as distant as possible, in hopes of finding a new home, away from enclave, and his guilt. But guilt followed him, and follows him to this day.
A new chapter is on the horizon, what will it bring?
Respond to the Situation:
You're traipsing through the ruins of what was once a small town. Noticing an old sign marking one of the buildings as a firearms shop, you creep your way inside. After half an hour of moving around rubble and breaking open boxes, you've managed to find a rifle chambered in .308, still in decent condition. Additionally, you've managed to scrounge up atleast twenty rounds for use with it. Before you leave the ruin of a building, you hear the loud banter of a small group. You peer out a window, an old cabinet and a fallen beam providing cover for you. They seem to be dressed for combat, wearing tattered armor, and brandishing automatic weapons. You watch them for a short while, and notice one has a necklace of ears around his neck, labeling the entire group as dangerous.
What do you do?
Analyze situation, look for weak structures to offset, look for cover. Create a distraction (throw a rock behind one of the structures, prefferably one which can stun off one of the group members. Let him get stunned, pick up his weapon and check pockets for ammo. create a diversion. Take a raised position somewhere behind cover, ask them what they want.
Variants:
Enemies (hardened bandits, rabbid followers of apocalypse etc.) Negotiate safe passage, or failing that start shooting them. Lifted position should provide good enough vantage point to take out at least 2 of them. Deal with the rest by the situation.
Neutrals - negotiate, ask for directions, ask if they need any help, apologize for stunned member, give the weapon back.
Friendlies (desert rangers(?), local lawmakers, caravans) ask to stick with them until nearby settlement + all from the neutrals category.
Ears around neck could be either local customs or just a trophy picked up from a killed savage - you never know.
TL;DR for modder- he is NOT an android. Yes his synthetic flesh doesn't have developed nerves, meaning he has a higher pain tolerance. Yes his digetive system, lungs, and heart are lacking, replaced by a bio processor. However - the brain is fully human (with a small analytics implant to help him guide his shots). It is basically a cyborg (think robocop but without hull armor). (if that's still too much just write in that his advanced body is degraded over time turning him into a human by vulnerabilities). So its mostly a curse rather than blessing. Bio processor got degraded over time, meaning that it needs more carbon-based food.
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-=[ Out Of Character Information ]=-
In Game Name (IGN) : KordianThegreat
Real Life Age (You can put birthdate) : 13
Have you read the Fallout RP rules?: Yes
Do you have any role playing experience? If 'Yes' where?: Well, there's this server called Romecraft, I have experience with that, and a Roleplay forum as well, its called ragnarok roleplay
What Does Power Gaming mean in your own words, and list ONE example: Power gaming is making your character have powers that he would not usually have, Example: I manage to shoot you right across the town in the head using a pistol
What Does Meta Gaming mean in your own words, and list ONE example: meta-gaming is having your character have knowledge that you know OOC, but not your character, an example would be seeing a nametag through a wall and then proceeding to attack the other player
What Does Roleplaying mean in your own words: It means that you take on a character, and play his role in a world, acting like him and being like him
-=[ In Character Information ]=-
Character Name: James Dawson
Character Age: 29
Character Gender: Male
Personality: He's shy at first, has little friends, but is extremely smart, if you do happen to become his friend, you see that he is scared of many things, but that he has a good heart.
Goals: Acquire his own suit of power armor, and become the most powerful fighter out in the wastes
Fears: Death, being controlled.
Likes/Dislikes (AT LEAST 2 of each) : Dislikes: Hates Radroaches and heartless raiders. Likes: Good people, Good food
Races Wastelander, Ghoul, or Vault Dweller: Vault Dweller turned Wastelander.
D&D Alignment: Lawful good
S.P.E.C.I.A.L: You have 40 points.
Only one SPECIAL may go over 9, and no SPECIAL can go under 3 Unless the Race SPECIALS at bottom say otherwise!
STRENGTH:7
PERCEPTION:3
ENDURANCE:6
CHARISMA:7
INTELLIGENCE: 10
AGILITY:3
LUCK:4
Character Appearance: Light skin, Brown hair, has a beard, no mustache, somewhat bulky in stature, showing that he can lift quite a bit, 6 feet exactly, muscular arms, however slightly fat.
Back Story (You may not involve yourself with a Faction, or start with any items or perks) : James had lived all of his childhood and teenage years, or in fact up to the age of 29, in a vault, James didn't really remember the number, it was something like 20 or something along the lines of 20. He didn't like vault life, he hated sitting in this underground bunker, during his childhood, he just sit in a classroom learning all day, but any free time he could get he'd either help his parents make Stimpaks, giving him a proficiency in making stimpaks and other medical items, or go to the weight room, as he progressed, and became older, he was doing nothing but "chipping in" often times he'd just accept it and do it, he'd be sent to the Medical bay and assist with his parents in producing stimpaks full time, but he hated being controlled by the overseer.
He was slowly planning to escape the vault, he knew there must be some way to get out, he was obviously, a free spirit, there was only one way out though, the door, sometimes in extreme boredom, he'd make feeble attempts to escape out the door, or he'd just poke at the wall, hoping it would have a small explosion creating a hole he could crawl out of, of course, he'd always have the same excuse, "I was bored, please forgive me." One day, the vault overseer sent him out to the wasteland to see if there was anything left in the area, James didn't fully understand why, was it that the overseer wanted him gone? Or did the overseer just get tired of him and just give him an obvious chance to escape, nevertheless, James saw his chance and took it running as fast as he can from the vault, on the run, now he must survive in the wasteland.
Respond to the Situation:
You're traipsing through the ruins of what was once a small town.
Noticing an old sign marking one of the buildings as a firearms shop,
you creep your way inside. After half an hour of moving around rubble
and breaking open boxes, you've managed to find a rifle chambered in
.308, still in decent condition. Additionally, you've managed to
scrounge up atleast twenty rounds for use with it. Before you leave the
ruin of a building, you hear the loud banter of a small group. You peer
out a window, an old cabinet and a fallen beam providing cover for you.
They seem to be dressed for combat, wearing tattered armor, and
brandishing automatic weapons. You watch them for a short while, and
notice one has a necklace of ears around his neck, labeling the entire
group as dangerous.
What do you do?
Seeing as there would be hardly an escape, James would have to do what he hates, fighting to the death, he load the gun and point at the one with the necklace of ears around his neck and say, "This is for all the people you've killed." He'd fire the rifle and move onto the next target, ducking in between each shot to reload.
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-=[ Out Of Character Information ]=-[/b]
In Game Name (IGN) : RidleyWing
Real Life Age (You can put birthdate) : 15
Have you read the Fallout RP rules?: Yes, and may I just say, I love Fallout!
Do you have any role playing experience? If 'Yes' where?: Lord of the Craft, Tradercraft
What Does Power Gaming mean in your own words, and list ONE example: over-powering yourself ex. killing someone instantly
What Does Meta Gaming mean in your own words, and list ONE example: being aware that you're in a game ex. talking about you're computer IRL
What Does Roleplaying mean in your own words: acting as a character you create, and stay as them throughout the experience.
-=[ In Character Information ]=-[/b]
Character Name: Ridley
Character Age: 19
Character Gender: Male
Personality: Shy, but caring, smart
Goals: to be remembered as helpful person in the tough wastes
Fears: mutated animals (violent), slavers
Likes/Dislikes (AT LEAST 2 of each) : L:Computers, relaxing DI: deathclaws, etc., slavers
Races Wastelander, Ghoul, or Vault Dweller: Vault Dweller
D&D Alignment: True Neutral
S.P.E.C.I.A.L: You have 40 points.
Only one SPECIAL may go over 9, and no SPECIAL can go under 3 Unless the Race SPECIALS at bottom say otherwise!
STRENGTH: 4
PERCEPTION: 4
ENDURANCE: 4
CHARISMA: 6
INTELLIGENCE: 9
AGILITY: 8
LUCK: 5
Character Appearance: blond hair, blue eyes, 6' 1"
Back Story (You may not involve yourself with a Faction, or start with any items or perks) : I grew up in a vault; a lucky one. One without a major test, or any test at all, as far as I knew. The only thing that could be considered a test for us was that a dweller would be banished if they broke the rules, banished into the unknown, radiated wastes. Life was normal, as normal as a vault life I guess. My father was in the management department, specifically, helping out the overseer. He enjoyed it, though it wasn't anything glamorous. My mother was a teacher, mainly for the younger kids.
I always helped out around the vault, mainly in the reactor and other science areas. I had a happy life in the vault. A week before my 19th birthday, my father began acting strange. He tried to avoid eye contact with everyone, especially the overseer. The day before my birthday, guards rushed into our quarters, saying my dad preformed vault treason. I stopped them, and demanded I take his place. My father should know why I'm doing this, I thought. They took me to the jails and put me in a cell, where I laid there for the night, unable to get sleep, until a few hours before the cell was opened.
The guards dragged me to the vault door, where the overseer stood over me, mocking me for my decision. My parents were looking through a window, crying. The overseer said, "Since you CHOSE to leave this vault, I will give you one wish. It cannot be to satay in the vault, however." I knew exactly what I wanted. What my father found that caused this. Not to have a constant reminder of who did this, but so at least one person knows what happened. They put the file onto my Pip-Boy, and opened the door. The last thought I had in that vault was, "Happy birthday to me..."
Respond to the Situation:
You're traipsing through the ruins of what was once a small town. Noticing an old sign marking one of the buildings as a firearms shop, you creep your way inside. After half an hour of moving around rubble and breaking open boxes, you've managed to find a rifle chambered in .308, still in decent condition. Additionally, you've managed to scrounge up at least twenty rounds for use with it. Before you leave the ruin of a building, you hear the loud banter of a small group. You peer out a window, an old cabinet and a fallen beam providing cover for you. They seem to be dressed for combat, wearing tattered armor, and brandishing automatic weapons. You watch them for a short while, and notice one has a necklace of ears around his neck, labeling the entire group as dangerous.
What do you do? Sneak around them, seeing if they're a threat to me and others. If not, I'll leave them be. If so, I'll try to kill or wound them, so they won't continue what they're doing.
In Game Name (IGN) : Z1rr0
Real Life Age (You can put birthdate) : 04/13/2000
Have you read the Fallout RP rules?: Yes
Do you have any role playing experience? If 'Yes' where?: No
What Does Power Gaming mean in your own words, and list ONE example: Creating an op character. Joe and Bob are playing Joe snipes at Bob but Bob dodges a bullet that should have hit him
What Does Meta Gaming mean in your own words, and list ONE example: Using info from OOC in IC Bob and Joe are playing Joe tells Bob he has been robbed Bob uses this information to get revenge without his character actually finding out
What Does Roleplaying mean in your own words: to take the place of a character and do as they would
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Character Name: Sax Russel
Character Age: 24
Character Gender: Male
Personality: Shy, Trustworthy, Intelligent
Goals: To rid the Waste of raiders
Fears: Radroaches, Dying
Likes/Dislikes (AT LEAST 2 of each) : L Being alone, Computers, Brahmin DL radroaches, raiders
Races Wastelander, Ghoul, or Vault Dweller: Wastelander
D&D Alignment: Neutral Good
S.P.E.C.I.A.L: You have 40 points.
Only one SPECIAL may go over 9, and no SPECIAL can go under 3 Unless the Race SPECIALS at bottom say otherwise!
STRENGTH: 6
PERCEPTION: 5
ENDURANCE: 5
CHARISMA: 3
INTELLIGENCE: 10
AGILITY: 6
LUCK: 5
Character Appearance: Lab Coat, Goggles, Pants, Brown Hair
Back Story (You may not involve yourself with a Faction, or start with any items or perks) :
I was brought up in the wasteland of Pennsylvania and grew up on a small Brahmin farm with father and mother. When I was young I was attacked by a group of radroaches resulting in my fear of them. My father often went on small expiditions into the wasteland resulting in many items. My father brought me back a Lab coat and goggles one day. When I was 16 his farm was attacked by raiders resulting in the death of both my father and mother, this resulted in my lab coat being the only thing I has to remember my father and my hatred of raiders.
After my farm was attacked I wandered the wasteland for days trying to find help. I eventually found a small settlement in an old research lab.
There I was taken as an apprentice to an old man called the Scribe. The Scribe kept all terminals in the town in working order to record the settlement's history. Here I acquired a love of computers. I spent 3 years as an apprentice before the Scribe died. After that I spent as little time as possible training a new apprentice before leaving the town.I spent a 5 years wandering the wastes before eventually coming to the Michigan area.
Respond to the Situation:
You're traipsing through the ruins of what was once a small town. Noticing an old sign marking one of the buildings as a firearms shop, you creep your way inside. After half an hour of moving around rubble and breaking open boxes, you've managed to find a rifle chambered in .308, still in decent condition. Additionally, you've managed to scrounge up at least twenty rounds for use with it. Before you leave the ruin of a building, you hear the loud banter of a small group. You peer out a window, an old cabinet and a fallen beam providing cover for you. They seem to be dressed for combat, wearing tattered armor, and brandishing automatic weapons. You watch them for a short while, and notice one has a necklace of ears around his neck, labeling the entire group as dangerous.
What do you do? Run to an area beyond the effective range of the auto rifles and start sniping at them.
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-=[ Out Of Character Information ]=-
In Game Name (IGN): capnkronos
Real Life Age (You can put birthdate) : 14.
Have you read the Fallout RP rules?: Yes.
Do you have any role playing experience? If 'Yes' Where?: I roleplayed on a server for about 1-2 years, and have roleplayed on many others.
What Does Power Gaming mean in your own words, and list ONE example: Power gaming is when you do overpowered stuff, for example:
<Gamer_Guy2014> *Punches Guy with Burnt face*
<XxXPower_GamerXxX> *Dodges, teleports home, grabs all golden gapples, does a backflip on my bed, slaps my hand cause I'm about to grab a cookie, teleports behind guy with slicked back hair, even though you're running, I get tired from running teleports infront of you, making you dizzy, teleports behind you breaking your NECK.*
<capnkronos> Dude, that's power gaming....
What Does Meta Gaming mean in your own words, and list ONE example: It's where someone makes a character they say that they're new to the wasteland, someone else has knowledge of a hidden jackpot of wastelands supplies and they go to get it anyways. Example:
<FrankBallidina> (Out of RP) My character just found a map of a hidden jackpot of supplies and he's gonna be so OP (Back to RP)
<TheMetaGamer> *Finds a jackpot of supplies,* Oh wow! What luck!
<capnkronos> Dude, that's meta-gaming...
What Does Roleplaying mean in your own words: It's where you can be someone else. Where you can have fun inside a different world. Escape all of your problems and live inside of a world where everything is fun. Dramatic. Exciting. And all you do is... Have Fun.
-=[ In Character Information ]=-
Character Name: Merrick, J. Kleptiz.
Character Age: 32
Character Gender: Male
Personality: Very, Very, Short temper. Can just burst out of his protective bubble that keeps him happy at anytime. Crazy. (And what I mean by crazy is like, if there is two rad scorpions he'd try and take both of them on.) Straight forward. Gets to the point. Quiet. And trust me. Don't. Get on his bad side....
Goals: To be a legend, find who is responsible for his family's death, to gouge out the person's eyes who killed his family.
Fears: Drowning, Being slowly killed, Being on a very high tower. Dealing with loss again.
Likes/Dislikes (AT LEAST 2 of each) :
L: Guns, Tigers, Silent places, Bowie knives, Comics.
DL: Heights, Betrayal, Mr.Handy's
Races Wastelander, Ghoul, or Vault Dweller: Wastelander.
D&D Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
S.P.E.C.I.A.L: You have 40 points.
Only one SPECIAL may go over 9, and no SPECIAL can go under 3 Unless the Race SPECIALS at bottom say otherwise!
STRENGTH: 10
PERCEPTION: 5
ENDURANCE: 4
CHARISMA: 8
INTELLIGENCE: 4
AGILITY: 6
LUCK: 3
Character Appearance: http://imgur.com/t5XREDw (Last one is his current look.)
Back Story (You may not involve yourself with a Faction, or start with any items or perks) : It all began in a town called Michigan, this is the place where I Merrick, J. Kleptiz was born. I always loved sitting in my backyard, even though the world had been destroyed, it was always so peaceful back there... I would always just wander around, no objective, until one day... I was ambushed, I was with my family, they got killed.. My brother, my Dad, my Mum.... Everyone... By bandits... And their leader, one swung his sword, hit me directly on my right eye... "Gaah!!" I yell as I try to deal with the pain, I run. Rip my t-shirt apart, rap bandages around my eye, and run off to get away as fast as I could, I eventually escaped. I then find a cloak, wrap it around myself to keep warm, and head to bed,
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The Next Day....
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Then I go off, try to find some stuff like the things the bandits stole, I found a 9mm pistol, and some rounds, I walk off, and see some bandits, "Hey! You!" I yell as I load the pistol, "Pfft... This kid has a death w-" BOOM I shoot one right through his head and cut him off of his sentence, I run into cover, he shoots all of his rounds, I then hop over my cover... Kick his gun outta his hand, aim at his head, BOOM. Dead. I take what they had on them, left the useless stuff on them. Then I walk off, still enraged about my family, I see more bandits, hide behind a pillar, "Hey Mike, did you hear them gunshots not far from here...?" The guy with the beanie says, "Yeah, it's freaking me out man.... I don't like it out here.... I want to go home...." Mike says, "Well... We need to do this for the bos- Gaahh!!!" The one with the beanie screams as I shoot him in the gut, shoot the other in the head, I look down, "Please... Spare me... I won't do anything to you if I see you again!" The beanie one says, another guy comes he notices I did a No-No. "Hey kid!!" BOOM BOOM BLIM The gunshots are flying by as I jump into cover, I shoot a couple times, hide behind more cover, sneak around to his cover, kick him in the face knocking him out, knock the other one out, and drag them into an abandoned warehouse, patch the wounded one up, and head to bed.
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The Next Day....
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I wake up first, and wake the guys up, I trapped them on chairs, "You're gonna tell me where your boss is.... If not... Well, you won't have legs when you leave here..." I say to the one I shot in the gut, "*Spit* I ain't tellin' you anything!" He yells at my face, "Aww... Man, my nice shoes... Well, maybe you'll change your mind when I..." I jab my knife I got for my 18th birthday into his knee, "Gahh!!! Jesus!!" He yells, "So... Opinion changed...?" I say to him, "No..?" I say as I twist it, "Ghaaagghh!! Aghh!! Okay! Okay!!" He says, "Now mark it on this map..." I say sternly, he marks it. I pull out a gun, and shoot him, "Good god man!! He told you what you wanted!!" He says, "Y'know... Why cause all this trouble bandit..? Y'know they try to hide it... They hide what's out there... Reality.." I say to him calmly, stand up, and shoot him...
I wander for a couple months trying to find it, I finally find it, I get ready, I silently go in there, I grab a guy.. Bring him into a room, steal his outfit, walk around casually, "Ahem... Hey, where's the boss' room again...? I need to speak to him" I say as I hide my face with a hat, "Uhmm.. Up the stairs, second room on the right..." He says, "Oh, yeah... Thanks." I walk off to go into there, "Ahem... Boss... I need to speak to you." I say. "Come on in!" He yells, I walk in, take off my hat, "You... You killed my family with no forgiveness... I came here to kill you... 'Boss'..." I say, "Heh... Hehahahahaaaa!!" He laughs as I run up to his desk, jump and kick his face, grab my gun, shoot him all over his body and finally in his face. I then run, and slide down a pipe beside the window. And escape.
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The Next 9 Years Pass.
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I then feel satisfied as I am 29, I've been through alot my whole life... Lost my family at age 20, lost my dog, Alistaire, at 18, who knows what'll happen next... I huddle into a village called Grovewood Bay, I hear from a good friend of mine, Sean Daley, that the guy I killed 9 years ago wasn't the man I thought I killed.... It wasn't the man who killed my parents.... The man who killed my parents had a mask with a skull on it....
(His mask appearence: http://imgur.com/Wpcf2qF).
Couldn't see his identity, so I didn't know what to believe anymore.... "I don't know what to do now, do I just go and leave Grovewood Bay and just... I just don't know Sean..." I say to him, "Y'know... I could help you get justice for your family..." Sean says, "You would do that? For me? Let's do it.." I say, "Do you have any clothes I can borrow..? I need a new outfit..." I say to Sean, "Sure, um... I have a jumpsuit. Would you want that..?" He says, "Sure, I'll give it a try..." I say, "Here it is. It says 'AJAX' on this name tag although that won't be a problem... Since you'll look intimidating... C'mon go put it on." He says, I put on the jumpsuit, then I grab a rifle throw it on my shoulder, put socks over my pants, put ankle boots on, and finished. "Complete. Whatcha think..?" I say, "Looks good brother." Sean says, "C'mon let's head on out, Sean." I say.
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The Next Three Years Passed....
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"Still haven't found him... I know he's out here.... When I find him... I swear I'll gouge out his eyes with my bare hands!!!" I yell in the bar as I bang the table, "Y'know?.... Heehahahaa....!!!" I say, "I think you had a bit too much there bud.. Always remember who you are on day one... Cause if you don't, you'll never remember who you are on day two...." The bartender says, "What? I already lost a friend named Sean, don't give me a lecture... Nevermind... I'll be leaving..." I say, I pull out a gun, shoot the bartender, and take the beer he gave me and a couple more beer bottles....
He's out here... I know he is.... I know I'll find him....
End of Backstory.
Respond to the Situation:
You're traipsing through the ruins of what was once a small town. Noticing an old sign marking one of the buildings as a firearms shop, you creep your way inside. After half an hour of moving around rubble and breaking open boxes, you've managed to find a rifle chambered in .308, still in decent condition. Additionally, you've managed to scrounge up atleast twenty rounds for use with it. Before you leave the ruin of a building, you hear the loud banter of a small group. You peer out a window, an old cabinet and a fallen beam providing cover for you. They seem to be dressed for combat, wearing tattered armor, and brandishing automatic weapons. You watch them for a short while, and notice one has a necklace of ears around his neck, labeling the entire group as dangerous.
What do you do?:
I would hide behind the fallen beam, as they scavenge around, I would take them by surprise, BOOM, One down, 3 to go. BLIM BOOM The guns sound as they shoot, I pretend to get shot. "AAGH!! Gah!" I fake scream, I act dead, as they see my supposedly lifeless body, if one grabs my gun, I then pull up from his arm, hide behind him and use him as a body shield, "Drop your weapons or I'll blow his brains out!!" I say, "Ok... Ok. Don't shoot him....." They all drop their guns, "Slide them to me...." I say, they slide them over. Blow his brains out. And shoot the others. Easy....
Waiting for the new map, how much longer?
**NOTE**
I cannot say for positive this is true, as my source comes second hand. If I am false, I simply say apologizes and move on.
This server has been on decline since internal staff fighting and issues. Most of the players and Staff have left to move on to other servers. While some players have stuck around, most players, including myself, have left. Following that most of the Staff have left. I highly don't think the New Map is going to be released because of this reason.
I have gotten word that the owner of the server as also left. Since this may/may not be true, I shall request that (to the Staff of Minecraftfourms) that this thread be kept unlocked for 5 weeks. If during that time period, nobody takes up the mantle of running I server, I ask that you lock the thread.
Owner of the server has never left and doesn't plan on leaving. Server isn't closing; if anything we might just go into building phase to finish map and reform server.
Hey, could you check the the apps we made? See if their valid and or not? Thanks.
Are any of the apps going to be checked?
Since the server was put into building phase acouple days ago we aren't going to start accepting applications untill construction is complete. By then we are going to have everyone apply, even if they were accepted in the past.
Official news announcement:
https://thebigdigmc.info/threads/refurbishing-the-table.4788/
You must apply here: https://thebigdigmc.info/threads/welcome-builders.4088/
In Game Name (IGN)[/b]
: CowboyFwaygo[/b]
Have you read the Fallout RP rules?[/b]
: yes[/b]
Do you have any role playing experience? If 'Yes' where?: Not much this is the first rp server i have signed for.[/b]
In Character[/b]
Character Name: Tycho[/b]
Character Age: 23[/b]
Character Gender: male[/b]
Personality: Brave, swift, cunning.[/b]
Races:[/b]
Human[/b]
S[/b]
.P.E.C.I.A.L:[/b]
STRENGTH: 6[/b]
PERCEPTION:6[/b]
ENDURANCE:6[/b]
CHARISMA:1[/b]
INTELLIGENCE:7[/b]
AGILITY:7[/b]
LUCK:7[/b]
Back Story:Once a veteran NCR ranger, Tycho was taken captive by a group of raiders, tortured, and wiped of his memory. He wanders the wasteland in search of answers, but despite his loss of memory, he can still kick some total *ss, NCR ranger style.[/b]
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In Game Name (IGN) : cybersniper10
Real Life Age (You can put birthdate) : 16, born January 17th 1999.
Have you read the Fallout RP rules?: I love fallout :3
Do you have any role playing experience? If 'Yes' where?: That's a long list, off the top of my head Corisa and gildorym along with tuns of dungeons and dragons and etc.
What Does Power Gaming mean in your own words, and list ONE example: Doing something your char is not capable of and, is frankly impossible. "Guard Jenkins shoots at Prisoner Bob, Prisoner Bob karate chops bullet back into to Jenkins but, Jenkins spits it out at the speed of light BUT Bob has a conversation with it at the speed of light causing it to decide to just stop"
What Does Meta Gaming mean in your own words, and list ONE example: Using OOC information ICly. "Some guy out of the game said there was a faction base here that was full of loot, meaning that despite that this base is hidden, secret and, filled to the brim with guards making sure nobody finds out where it is I now know where it is."
What Does Roleplaying mean in your own words: Acting as a character that is not you in a fictional or realistic setting.
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Character Name: Renj
Character Age: 36
Character Gender: Male
Personality: Very distant, antisocial, paranoid but, with a set of morals.
Goals: Really just wants to stay alive and, help others do the same.
Fears: Other people, being captured and, death.
Likes/Dislikes (AT LEAST 2 of each) : Likes: Weapons as a whole, literature of any sort, music. Dislikes: Prisons, raiders, slavers.
Races Wastelander, Ghoul, or Vault Dweller: Wastelander
D&D Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
S.P.E.C.I.A.L: You have 40 points.
Only one SPECIAL may go over 9, and no SPECIAL can go under 3 Unless the Race SPECIALS at bottom say otherwise!
STRENGTH:4
PERCEPTION:7
ENDURANCE:3
CHARISMA:3
INTELLIGENCE:8
AGILITY: 10
LUCK: 5
Character Appearance:
Back Story (You may not involve yourself with a Faction, or start with any items or perks) :Born and shaped by the wasteland Renj grew up in a far better place than most, being the son of a couple in a group of wastelanders that were assimilated into a small conglomerate of towns founded by vault dwellers. Though being smarter and far far faster than most, his social skills were lacking to say the least and, he was extremely feeble.
Soon after reaching physical maturity he was outcast from the towns. He spent most of his years traveling with mercenary bands or, as muscle for traders. After roughly 25 years of age he began striking out on his own. Soon a decently well known person he got the nickname "the ghost of the wastes". Alluding to his antisocial personality and, extreme speed. Unfortunately for him more than just caravans began coming through. Super mutants of varying sizes began running through. Soon injured, beaten and being dragged off to the local FEV supply he had to hide in a sack of torn off limbs and various other bodily fluids and parts to survive. After spending the next few months fighting off both the mutants, his wounds and, infections. Recovering he sped off again. Deciding to settle down for as long as possible he spent a total of 6 years in a small community called Barter Town. Mostly keeping to himself and, making a living as a hired gun. He eventually left again. Going to try his luck in a old place called Michigan...
Respond to the Situation:
You're traipsing through the ruins of what was once a small town. Noticing an old sign marking one of the buildings as a firearms shop, you creep your way inside. After half an hour of moving around rubble and breaking open boxes, you've managed to find a rifle chambered in .308, still in decent condition. Additionally, you've managed to scrounge up atleast twenty rounds for use with it. Before you leave the ruin of a building, you hear the loud banter of a small group. You peer out a window, an old cabinet and a fallen beam providing cover for you. They seem to be dressed for combat, wearing tattered armor, and brandishing automatic weapons. You watch them for a short while, and notice one has a necklace of ears around his neck, labeling the entire group as dangerous.
What do you do?
Renj stalks them for as long as he dares. Eventually running ahead to set up a fake trail of a less experienced wastelander. In the hopes that one or two will split off to go kill the wastlelander without the entire group running over. He'd either from there- A: if either they didn't bother or more than a few came just leave, leaving them be. B: shoot the 1-2 that leave the group, Quickly looting them and moving to a different building. As the remaining 2 or so go to see what happened he'd shoot them. If they survived he'd simply continue to run around and shoot them tell their corpses lined the streets. Looting them and leaving what he didn't need in a pile for any passing wastelanders to have.