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-=[ Out Of Character Information ]=-[/b] In Game Name (IGN) : SoTotallyNotStar Real Life Age (You can put birthdate) : 11/21/01 Have you read the Fallout RP rules?: Yep. Do you have any role playing experience? If 'Yes' where?: I've been roleplaying for almost two years now, I currently play on Lord of The Craft. Alaurin, and occasionally Rise of Kings and Darais. What Does Power Gaming mean in your own words, and list ONE example: Power-gaming is the wonderful *sarcasm* art of making yourself overpowered, here's an example: Bobbet slices Bobs arms, feet, and head off in one go. Does a flip, lands perfectly, and bursts into dance. What Does Meta Gaming mean in your own words, and list ONE example: Meta Gaming is the amazing *sarcasm* art of taking out of character information into IC for your own personal game, heres an example. Bobbet walks up to Bob. Speaking. "Oh hey bob, I know you're exactly 21. You weigh exactly 123 pounds, and that your strength level is 10, and your luck is 5." Or something like that. What Does Roleplaying mean in your own words: Ah, Roleplaying. This is the wonderful art of making yourself someone else, this is where you create a unique character from your imagination, give them abilities and weaknesses. Appearances and so fourth, and roleplay them accordingly in some universe. You talk, act, and function as that character whilst IC. -=[ In Character Information ]=-[/b] Character Name: Nathaniel 'Hawkeye' Barns Character Age: 20 Character Gender: Male Personality: Quiet, keeps to himself. Often rude. Goals: To simply make a living in the wastes. Fears: Spiders, close-quarter combat. Snakes, scorpions. Ghouls. Likes/Dislikes (AT LEAST 2 of each) : Sniper rifles and revolvers, trenchcoats. Food, books. Dislikes: People, ghouls, big cities. Races Wastelander, Ghoul, or Vault Dweller: Wastelander/Vault Dweller 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: 9 ENDURANCE: 4 CHARISMA: 4 INTELLIGENCE: 8 AGILITY: 7 LUCK: 4
Character Appearance: Nathaniel is quite handsome without his normal mask, he has dirt blonde hair, deep sea blue eyes. And finely tanned skin. He stands tall at 6'3, clothed in a brown winter Alaskan trenchcoat. With an attached hood, he often wears a brown hat with it. Resembling a fedora, with a black ring around the base. He covers his face with a brown bandanna that rests on the tip of his nose. He often wears a pair of gloves, black pants, and black boots. On his back, he carries a large sniper rifle. On his hip in it's holster, is a silver revolver. He also carries a small bag with supplies in it. With ammunition aswell. Other then these features, he is quite bland.
Back Story (You may not involve yourself with a Faction, or start with any items or perks) : Nathaniel was raised in the know abandoned vault of 105. He was born to a beautiful woman named Amanda Barns. And a handsome man named Elijah Barns. His mother met an untimely fate during childbirth and passed away a few moments after Nathan was born. Leaving his battered and weary father to look after him, at the age of two and a half, his father taught him how to walk. And the essentials of functioning. His father, still depressed due to the loss of his wife. Would often be found crying, whist holding a picture of her. At the age of five, his father couldn't take it and sadly committed Suicide. Leaving Nathaniel alone, who was then raised by his Aunt and Uncle. After several years of relative peace in the vault, things began to turn upside down. Power was failing, several of the wings were quarantined for unknown reasons, and at the age of nineteen,he finished classes and headed towards his room. When he got there, fear struck him, along with shock. He found his uncle being eaten alive by a feral ghoul, which glared furiously in Nathans direction and rose, growling in an unnatural way. Nathan bolted, not knowing where to go. He eventually ran into the Security Officer. He then panicked and could barely form words, though eventually got the security officer to the room. Who was quite shocked at the bodies, he then called it into the rest of them. And the area was once again quarentined, that left one single hallway filled with people. Which even then, with the security bumped up. Eventually fell, the entire vault was invaded by feral ghouls and radroaches and other feral things, they all attempted to flee but it just caused more deaths. The vault door, their last hope. Slid open to freedom, there were only ten of them left. They made their way out, and sealed the door of Vault 105 for all eternity. They all went their separate ways, and Nathan set out into the wastes. Not having any destination or quest, no goals, no nothing. Starving and weary he stumbled across the frozen wasteland. He eventually made a decent living, he looted some cold-weather clothing from an abandoned clothes store. Found a tad bit of drinkable water and food. And set camp in an old brick building where the roof had collapsed. He set up a fire, and a bedroll. And lived there for about a year, occasionally leaving for food and essentials.
(This story is a wee bit iffy, tried my best.)
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? Nathaniel squints at the group and slips his sniper rifle off his back, he props the end of the barrel on the windowsill and closes his left eye, the stock of the weapon firmly placed against his right shoulder, his index finger at attention on the trigger, he placed his cheek against it, and aligned his eye with the scope. The reticle settling on what appears to be the leader, moving down just a bit. He noticed the man did not wear any head protection, a smirk crossed along his expression as he took a deep breath, his finger swiftly pulling the trigger, it made quite a loud sound but still caught them all but surprise when their leader toppled over on the ground with a hole in his forehead. Their confusion quickly shakes off as they looked around and bolt for cover. Though, for another member it was too late. Nathaniel had already reloaded his rifle and planted a bullet right in-between one of the guys eyes. Who fell to the ground lifeless, leaving just two enemies. Who had already recovered and hid behind two old vehicles, they peered around for the source of the shooting, one of them was stupid enough to pop his head fully-out of a window. He ended up with a bullet on the left-side of his forehead. Nathaniel simply reloaded and looked around for the last enemy, but was suddenly kicked from the side, his sniper rifle falling onto the ground. The last member of the group had managed to sneak up, he was tood stupid to try and shoot, and tryed to stab Nathaniel with a knife. He ended up getting the knife stabbed into him. Nathan recovered quickly and gathered his stuff. Wandering off with the groups supplies.
Im sorry my friend, but we aren't accepting player applications at this time. We are looking for builders. If you would like to help out with the build phase i highly encourage you apply for builder.
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-=[ Out Of Character Information ]=-
In Game Name (IGN) : OswaldCakeyz
Real Life Age (You can put birthdate) : September 14, 1998
Have you read the Fallout RP rules?: "I love Fallout!"
Do you have any role playing experience? If 'Yes' where?: Yes, on other servers such as Desteria, Skylark PVP, and MCBrawl
What Does Power Gaming mean in your own words, and list ONE example: Playing a game with no consideration to story, characters, and atomsphere (playing a game just to play it) ex. "I totally beat Skyrim! Oh, atmosphere, characters? umm.... about that."
What Does Meta Gaming mean in your own words, and list ONE example: doing something in-game that surpasses in-game rules or abilities. ex. "Josh pulled out a gun and started shooting. However, Jenny managed to dodge every shot. She appeared right behind him and proceeded to snap his gun in half."
What Does Roleplaying mean in your own words: Roleplaying to me is stepping out of what we call reality and to truly be what we want to be and use that in real-life situations.
-=[ In Character Information ]=-
Character Name: Oswald L. Celuna
Character Age: 27
Character Gender: Male
Personality: Always on his toes working and avoiding hostile creatures and people. Never minds good company. Always seems and looks calm when acting but on the inside is thinking a thousand thoughts.
Goals: Survive and piece together what is left of the society he lives in
Fears: Deathclaws, Raiders, Dying in vein
Likes/Dislikes (AT LEAST 2 of each) : Likes: Meeting new people, Rabbits, The old world | Dislikes: Loneliness, What has become of humanity, Tomatoes
Races Wastelander, Ghoul, or Vault Dweller: Wastelander
D&D Alignment: Lawful 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: 3
PERCEPTION: 9
ENDURANCE: 6
CHARISMA: 5
INTELLIGENCE: 10
AGILITY: 4
LUCK: 3
Character Appearance: Somewhat mutated. Combined with some sort of a rabbit. Gas mask with trench coat and cargo pants. One purple eye and one red eye.
Back Story (You may not involve yourself with a Faction, or start with any items or perks) : Oswald, before the new world, worked on a farm. He was very wealthy and was living happily with his family. His favorite animal on that farm was a Rabbit named Lucky. One summer morning Oswald was feeding Lucky when it happened. Oswald wasn't lucky enough to get into a vault. When Oswald awoke he felt very strange. Something was on Oswald's head he had complete control of and he very aware somehow. He walked into his house to see a shattered mirror. Looking at himself he saw he had fused with Lucky somehow and mutated a purple eye and black hair with a big rabbit ear. Ever since that day Oswald has been on the run from Raiders and Deathclaws trying to salvage what was left of the old world. It has been 3 years and Oswald lives to this day.
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?
I would try to see an exit, a back door maybe and sneakily creep my way out of the house. I would leave in peace as any civilized person would and try not to get into any trouble.
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-=[ Out Of Character Information ]=-
In Game Name: CreeperBlast42
Real Life Age: 13
Have you read the Fallout RP rules?: I love Fallout!
Do you have any role playing experience? If 'Yes' where?: No
What Does Power Gaming mean in your own words, and list ONE example: Doing things you should not be able to do, like catching every bullet an opponent shoots at you, one by one.
What Does Meta Gaming mean in your own words, and list ONE example: Doing things in-game due to things you know in real life, like doing certain things to avoid a new boss's attack the first time you fight him because you saw the battle on YouTube.
What Does Roleplaying mean in your own words: Acting, but for fun, and with no set script.
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Character Name: Derek Johnson
Character Age: 28
Character Gender: Male
Personality: Psychotic, sadistic, and destructive, but sometimes cowardly.
Goals: Getting rich and powerful, and having his "fun".
Fears: Dying, and spiders- the small kind
Likes: Music, weapons, tech, Nuka-Cola Quantum, and the pain of others
Dislikes: Vault Dwellers, slavers, those who make sex their business, and being in pain
Race: Mutated Wastelander
D&D Alignment: Lawful Evil
Character Appearance: A very Creeper-like man (Due to drinking lots of Nuka-Cola Quantum), clothed in an outfit stolen from a Vault Dweller. Despite being quite thin and wimpy originally, his mutation caused him to become of average strength and above average bulk. He wears the outfit of a vault dweller only because it's the only thing that would fit him (besides armor).
Back Story: Once he was a normal, albeit skinny man, living a normal life. He had a good job, a good home, and a lovely girlfriend. Then came the war. He and his family were not selected to live in the vault, and when the war ended, he was the only member of his family left, and his girlfriend died in his arms soon after. He then began wandering, not because he was going somewhere, but because he didn't know where to go. While he was, he had plenty of time to learn to hate the vault dwellers. As he was wandering through the wasteland, thirsty and tired, he saw a blue glow. The source turned out to be a stockpile of Nuka-Cola Quantum. He drank five of the bottles, thinking it was safe to do so. But when he was done with his fifth bottle, he felt intense pain all over his body, and blacked out. When he came to, he felt different, somehow, and saw that his clothing was shredded, his body having grown much too big to fit in it. And then he saw his skin. The sight drove him insane, and he killed the next man he saw- a very bulky vault dweller. He stole his outfit, and then thought to himself, "What the hell, there are no laws to break. Why not have a little... fun." After that, he became a bounty hunter, trekking from town to town taking on jobs, and hey, if he found a vault dweller during his travels... well, it's not like anyone would miss him.
Respond to the Situation:
Continue hiding, calculate the chances of not being killed if I open fire, quietly leave if the odds are against me, and run out, guns blazing, if the odds are favorable.
We are only accepting builder applications until the new map is released. The more builders we can get the faster it comes out. We could use more builders.
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-=[ Out Of Character Information ]=-
In Game Name (IGN) : Penguinns
Real Life Age (You can put birthdate) : I am turning 15 in February.
Have you read the Fallout RP rules?: I love Fallout!
Do you have any role playing experience? If 'Yes' where?: I've played on multiple RP servers, one being the Realm of Saphriel, and I've also roleplayed on forums and other games.
What Does Power Gaming mean in your own words, and list ONE example: Power gaming is giving your character strengths they normally would not have, eg. "i kill everybody because im strong"
What Does Meta Gaming mean in your own words, and list ONE example: Meta gaming is taking info from means other than roleplay and using them to your character's advantage.
What Does Roleplaying mean in your own words: Roleplaying is the activity of playing a character in a particular environment. To me, it's fun.
-=[ In Character Information ]=-
Character Name: Tyler M. Jakes
Character Age: 32
Character Gender: Male
Personality: Tyler is a rough man, having a tough past, but he has a kind heart. He may seem cold and angry to outsiders, but if you get to know him he'll open up, he has some trust issues however.
Tyler can be a little narcissistic and aggressive sometimes, and acts like a real tough man, but in reality he's somebody who has a strong sense of mercy, generosity and a real family man.
Goals: Survive.
Fears: Supermutants, Radroaches, heights, relationships
Likes/Dislikes (AT LEAST 2 of each) : Likes: Dogs (DOGMEAT!), Valuables, Dislikes: Relationships, vaults
Races Wastelander, Ghoul, or Vault Dweller: Wastelander, former vault dweller
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:7
PERCEPTION:5
ENDURANCE:5
CHARISMA:7
INTELLIGENCE:7
AGILITY:4
LUCK:5
Character Appearance:
Tyler isn't a very tall man, standing at only 5'9 and 140 lbs. He has light brown hair, swept to the side. His hair is a bit shaggy, covering the tops of his ears, his bangs cover his forehead. He has a darker colored brown beard, which he has grown a half inch off of his face. Tyler is white, and he has brown eyes. He has a light scar that runs from his temple down to his cheek until it is covered from his beard. Tyler also has more of a muscular build, not bodybuilder, however. He has a square face, a ski jump shaped nose.
Back Story (You may not involve yourself with a Faction, or start with any items or perks) : Tyler was raised in a vault. He hated it in the vault. He wanted to be free to do what he wished, outside. He believed he could make it without his parents. His parents were very loving, Tyler knew it. There weren't many children in the vault, but there was a girl his age in the vault named Madeleine. They became best friends throughout their childhood, and then dated in their teens. Tyler and Madeleine had a child at 22, a boy, they named it George, after her father. They lived in the vault, Tyler retained his parents, his family, he could be considered one of the luckiest people in the world at the time. When he was 24, raiders attacked the vault. They slaughtered most of the people inside the vault, including Tyler's parents, his wife and infant son. The survivors left the vault immediately, unable to stay in the mess. Tyler became severely depressed, and angry. When the survivors wouldn't keep going, he did. He left them, and trekked for miles, hunting down the raiders. He came to an intersection, killed a small mutant rat and realized how much of a fool he had been and fell to his knees. He's been alone for 8 years, unable to trust anybody, or anything. Some childhood dream he had.
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 get up. I move into the back room, looking for a back door.
There was no back door.
"****." I swore under my breath.
I heard the raider group noticing the gun shop. I had to do something FAST, or I was going to have no ears.
I got up onto the counter, and pushed up a ceiling tile, pulling myself up into the ceiling as the raiders entered the building. I rested on my stomach, looking down through the hole, peering at the raiders. I gripped my new gun tightly, not sure what I would do if they saw him.
"Somebody's been here." A raider said. "Not long ago."
My heart skipped a beat, as the raider took a long look at the open tile.
"Probably gone by now." A different raider said.
"Yeah, you're probably right." The first raider took his gaze off of the ceiling. "There's nothing left here."
The raiders left the building, I waited for a few minutes, before climbing down and booking it in the direction they came from.
IGN: Penguinns
Building Experience(Servers in which you have previously assisted in building on): Realm of Saphriel.
Pictures of Past Build(s): http://imgur.com/a/bxLss Ignore the last photo, that was just a screw up.
Time per week in which you can devote to building whilst heavy construction is ongoing: Monday-Friday: 2:30-10 EST, Saturday: 11:30AM-2 AM(Sunday) EST, Sunday: 12:00PM-10PM EST
Have you read the rules?: I love Fallout!
Have you ever been banned? I've received a couple of tempbans before because of my language, but that's in the past. Being honest.
Specialty(Type of building you feel you are best at, for example; Small structures, skyscrapers, landscaping, etc.): Hit me up, I can do anything.
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-=[ Out Of Character Information ]=-[/b]
In Game Name (IGN) : I__Illuminati
Real Life Age (You can put birthdate) : That's private
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: Using abilities that your rp character couldn't have.
What Does Meta Gaming mean in your own words, and list ONE example: Using information that your rp character wouldn't know.
What Does Roleplaying mean in your own words: To pretend and act as a certain role.
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Character Name: Frank
Character Age: 29
Character Gender: Male
Personality: Quick to anger
Goals: Survive by any means
Fears: Deathclaws and Supermutants
Likes/Dislikes (AT LEAST 2 of each) : Likes:
Races Wastelander, Ghoul, or Vault Dweller: Vault Dweller
D&D Alignment: 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:8
PERCEPTION: 6
ENDURANCE: 4
CHARISMA: 7
INTELLIGENCE: 5
AGILITY: 4
LUCK: 6
Character Appearance: A regular white male with a Vault 119 Jumpsuit.
Back Story (You may not involve yourself with a Faction, or start with any items or perks) : Frank was born into Vault 119. It was part of an experiment to see what a Vault would be like with slavery. Upon arrival, the dwellers were separated into two groups. One were given jumpsuits with an X marked on the shoulders. The others were marked with an A. They were told that the X group would be their slaves and they could make them do what they wanted. The A group was reluctant at first, but then the overseer encouraged them to accept it. Within 3 years the A group were forcing their slaves to do work. The masters grew lazy after another five, and the slaves decided they had had enough. They took over the vault within a day and executed the A group. Frank's great, great, great grandfather lead the attack. Frank left the vault because the vault needed to trade with other people, like the Brotherhood of Steel.
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?: Frank fires a shot at the man who seems to be leader, then runs away.
We are accepting builder applications not player applications right now.
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In Game Name (IGN) : SoTotallyNotStar
Real Life Age (You can put birthdate) : 11/21/01
Have you read the Fallout RP rules?: Yep.
Do you have any role playing experience? If 'Yes' where?: I've been roleplaying for almost two years now, I currently play on Lord of The Craft. Alaurin, and occasionally Rise of Kings and Darais.
What Does Power Gaming mean in your own words, and list ONE example: Power-gaming is the wonderful *sarcasm* art of making yourself overpowered, here's an example: Bobbet slices Bobs arms, feet, and head off in one go. Does a flip, lands perfectly, and bursts into dance.
What Does Meta Gaming mean in your own words, and list ONE example: Meta Gaming is the amazing *sarcasm* art of taking out of character information into IC for your own personal game, heres an example. Bobbet walks up to Bob. Speaking. "Oh hey bob, I know you're exactly 21. You weigh exactly 123 pounds, and that your strength level is 10, and your luck is 5." Or something like that.
What Does Roleplaying mean in your own words: Ah, Roleplaying. This is the wonderful art of making yourself someone else, this is where you create a unique character from your imagination, give them abilities and weaknesses. Appearances and so fourth, and roleplay them accordingly in some universe. You talk, act, and function as that character whilst IC.
-=[ In Character Information ]=-[/b]
Character Name: Nathaniel 'Hawkeye' Barns
Character Age: 20
Character Gender: Male
Personality: Quiet, keeps to himself. Often rude.
Goals: To simply make a living in the wastes.
Fears: Spiders, close-quarter combat. Snakes, scorpions. Ghouls.
Likes/Dislikes (AT LEAST 2 of each) : Sniper rifles and revolvers, trenchcoats. Food, books. Dislikes: People, ghouls, big cities.
Races Wastelander, Ghoul, or Vault Dweller: Wastelander/Vault Dweller
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: 9
ENDURANCE: 4
CHARISMA: 4
INTELLIGENCE: 8
AGILITY: 7
LUCK: 4
Character Appearance: Nathaniel is quite handsome without his normal mask, he has dirt blonde hair, deep sea blue eyes. And finely tanned skin. He stands tall at 6'3, clothed in a brown winter Alaskan trenchcoat. With an attached hood, he often wears a brown hat with it. Resembling a fedora, with a black ring around the base. He covers his face with a brown bandanna that rests on the tip of his nose. He often wears a pair of gloves, black pants, and black boots. On his back, he carries a large sniper rifle. On his hip in it's holster, is a silver revolver. He also carries a small bag with supplies in it. With ammunition aswell. Other then these features, he is quite bland.
Back Story (You may not involve yourself with a Faction, or start with any items or perks) : Nathaniel was raised in the know abandoned vault of 105. He was born to a beautiful woman named Amanda Barns. And a handsome man named Elijah Barns. His mother met an untimely fate during childbirth and passed away a few moments after Nathan was born. Leaving his battered and weary father to look after him, at the age of two and a half, his father taught him how to walk. And the essentials of functioning. His father, still depressed due to the loss of his wife. Would often be found crying, whist holding a picture of her. At the age of five, his father couldn't take it and sadly committed Suicide. Leaving Nathaniel alone, who was then raised by his Aunt and Uncle. After several years of relative peace in the vault, things began to turn upside down. Power was failing, several of the wings were quarantined for unknown reasons, and at the age of nineteen,he finished classes and headed towards his room. When he got there, fear struck him, along with shock. He found his uncle being eaten alive by a feral ghoul, which glared furiously in Nathans direction and rose, growling in an unnatural way. Nathan bolted, not knowing where to go. He eventually ran into the Security Officer. He then panicked and could barely form words, though eventually got the security officer to the room. Who was quite shocked at the bodies, he then called it into the rest of them. And the area was once again quarentined, that left one single hallway filled with people. Which even then, with the security bumped up. Eventually fell, the entire vault was invaded by feral ghouls and radroaches and other feral things, they all attempted to flee but it just caused more deaths. The vault door, their last hope. Slid open to freedom, there were only ten of them left. They made their way out, and sealed the door of Vault 105 for all eternity. They all went their separate ways, and Nathan set out into the wastes. Not having any destination or quest, no goals, no nothing. Starving and weary he stumbled across the frozen wasteland. He eventually made a decent living, he looted some cold-weather clothing from an abandoned clothes store. Found a tad bit of drinkable water and food. And set camp in an old brick building where the roof had collapsed. He set up a fire, and a bedroll. And lived there for about a year, occasionally leaving for food and essentials.
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? Nathaniel squints at the group and slips his sniper rifle off his back, he props the end of the barrel on the windowsill and closes his left eye, the stock of the weapon firmly placed against his right shoulder, his index finger at attention on the trigger, he placed his cheek against it, and aligned his eye with the scope. The reticle settling on what appears to be the leader, moving down just a bit. He noticed the man did not wear any head protection, a smirk crossed along his expression as he took a deep breath, his finger swiftly pulling the trigger, it made quite a loud sound but still caught them all but surprise when their leader toppled over on the ground with a hole in his forehead. Their confusion quickly shakes off as they looked around and bolt for cover. Though, for another member it was too late. Nathaniel had already reloaded his rifle and planted a bullet right in-between one of the guys eyes. Who fell to the ground lifeless, leaving just two enemies. Who had already recovered and hid behind two old vehicles, they peered around for the source of the shooting, one of them was stupid enough to pop his head fully-out of a window. He ended up with a bullet on the left-side of his forehead. Nathaniel simply reloaded and looked around for the last enemy, but was suddenly kicked from the side, his sniper rifle falling onto the ground. The last member of the group had managed to sneak up, he was tood stupid to try and shoot, and tryed to stab Nathaniel with a knife. He ended up getting the knife stabbed into him. Nathan recovered quickly and gathered his stuff. Wandering off with the groups supplies.
Im sorry my friend, but we aren't accepting player applications at this time. We are looking for builders. If you would like to help out with the build phase i highly encourage you apply for builder.
I would love to help build. So I ask to please consider my application.
IGN: lovejoy812
Age: 14
Do you have skype: yes (I will prvate message you it if you accept)
If there is anything else please feel free to ask!
Glad to hear you wanna help out, however you didn't follow out builder application format (which can be found here: http://thebigdigmc.info/threads/welcome-builders.4088/ )
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-=[ Out Of Character Information ]=-
In Game Name (IGN) : OswaldCakeyz
Real Life Age (You can put birthdate) : September 14, 1998
Have you read the Fallout RP rules?: "I love Fallout!"
Do you have any role playing experience? If 'Yes' where?: Yes, on other servers such as Desteria, Skylark PVP, and MCBrawl
What Does Power Gaming mean in your own words, and list ONE example: Playing a game with no consideration to story, characters, and atomsphere (playing a game just to play it) ex. "I totally beat Skyrim! Oh, atmosphere, characters? umm.... about that."
What Does Meta Gaming mean in your own words, and list ONE example: doing something in-game that surpasses in-game rules or abilities. ex. "Josh pulled out a gun and started shooting. However, Jenny managed to dodge every shot. She appeared right behind him and proceeded to snap his gun in half."
What Does Roleplaying mean in your own words: Roleplaying to me is stepping out of what we call reality and to truly be what we want to be and use that in real-life situations.
-=[ In Character Information ]=-
Character Name: Oswald L. Celuna
Character Age: 27
Character Gender: Male
Personality: Always on his toes working and avoiding hostile creatures and people. Never minds good company. Always seems and looks calm when acting but on the inside is thinking a thousand thoughts.
Goals: Survive and piece together what is left of the society he lives in
Fears: Deathclaws, Raiders, Dying in vein
Likes/Dislikes (AT LEAST 2 of each) : Likes: Meeting new people, Rabbits, The old world | Dislikes: Loneliness, What has become of humanity, Tomatoes
Races Wastelander, Ghoul, or Vault Dweller: Wastelander
D&D Alignment: Lawful 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: 3
PERCEPTION: 9
ENDURANCE: 6
CHARISMA: 5
INTELLIGENCE: 10
AGILITY: 4
LUCK: 3
Character Appearance: Somewhat mutated. Combined with some sort of a rabbit. Gas mask with trench coat and cargo pants. One purple eye and one red eye.
Back Story (You may not involve yourself with a Faction, or start with any items or perks) : Oswald, before the new world, worked on a farm. He was very wealthy and was living happily with his family. His favorite animal on that farm was a Rabbit named Lucky. One summer morning Oswald was feeding Lucky when it happened. Oswald wasn't lucky enough to get into a vault. When Oswald awoke he felt very strange. Something was on Oswald's head he had complete control of and he very aware somehow. He walked into his house to see a shattered mirror. Looking at himself he saw he had fused with Lucky somehow and mutated a purple eye and black hair with a big rabbit ear. Ever since that day Oswald has been on the run from Raiders and Deathclaws trying to salvage what was left of the old world. It has been 3 years and Oswald lives to this day.
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?
I would try to see an exit, a back door maybe and sneakily creep my way out of the house. I would leave in peace as any civilized person would and try not to get into any trouble.
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-=[ Out Of Character Information ]=-
In Game Name: CreeperBlast42
Real Life Age: 13
Have you read the Fallout RP rules?: I love Fallout!
Do you have any role playing experience? If 'Yes' where?: No
What Does Power Gaming mean in your own words, and list ONE example: Doing things you should not be able to do, like catching every bullet an opponent shoots at you, one by one.
What Does Meta Gaming mean in your own words, and list ONE example: Doing things in-game due to things you know in real life, like doing certain things to avoid a new boss's attack the first time you fight him because you saw the battle on YouTube.
What Does Roleplaying mean in your own words: Acting, but for fun, and with no set script.
-=[ In Character Information ]=-
Character Name: Derek Johnson
Character Age: 28
Character Gender: Male
Personality: Psychotic, sadistic, and destructive, but sometimes cowardly.
Goals: Getting rich and powerful, and having his "fun".
Fears: Dying, and spiders- the small kind
Likes: Music, weapons, tech, Nuka-Cola Quantum, and the pain of others
Dislikes: Vault Dwellers, slavers, those who make sex their business, and being in pain
Race: Mutated Wastelander
D&D Alignment: Lawful Evil
S.P.E.C.I.A.L:
STRENGTH: 5
PERCEPTION: 10
ENDURANCE: 5
CHARISMA: 3
INTELLIGENCE: 7
AGILITY: 5
LUCK: 5
Character Appearance: A very Creeper-like man (Due to drinking lots of Nuka-Cola Quantum), clothed in an outfit stolen from a Vault Dweller. Despite being quite thin and wimpy originally, his mutation caused him to become of average strength and above average bulk. He wears the outfit of a vault dweller only because it's the only thing that would fit him (besides armor).
Back Story: Once he was a normal, albeit skinny man, living a normal life. He had a good job, a good home, and a lovely girlfriend. Then came the war. He and his family were not selected to live in the vault, and when the war ended, he was the only member of his family left, and his girlfriend died in his arms soon after. He then began wandering, not because he was going somewhere, but because he didn't know where to go. While he was, he had plenty of time to learn to hate the vault dwellers. As he was wandering through the wasteland, thirsty and tired, he saw a blue glow. The source turned out to be a stockpile of Nuka-Cola Quantum. He drank five of the bottles, thinking it was safe to do so. But when he was done with his fifth bottle, he felt intense pain all over his body, and blacked out. When he came to, he felt different, somehow, and saw that his clothing was shredded, his body having grown much too big to fit in it. And then he saw his skin. The sight drove him insane, and he killed the next man he saw- a very bulky vault dweller. He stole his outfit, and then thought to himself, "What the hell, there are no laws to break. Why not have a little... fun." After that, he became a bounty hunter, trekking from town to town taking on jobs, and hey, if he found a vault dweller during his travels... well, it's not like anyone would miss him.
Respond to the Situation:
Continue hiding, calculate the chances of not being killed if I open fire, quietly leave if the odds are against me, and run out, guns blazing, if the odds are favorable.
We are only accepting builder applications until the new map is released. The more builders we can get the faster it comes out. We could use more builders.
Very well. I'm a terrible builder, so I'll just wait.
Hey there. Builder here.
Is there a specific time that we're to meet up on the server, to build? I've been logging on, and seeing noone.
Funny, you aren't actually a builder here. You probably posted in the wrong thread or something. Besides, we were online almost all day yesterday.
We aren't doing a lot of landscaping or building trees, however you can still come online because you are gonna have to take the building test anyway.
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-=[ Out Of Character Information ]=-
In Game Name (IGN) : Penguinns
Real Life Age (You can put birthdate) : I am turning 15 in February.
Have you read the Fallout RP rules?: I love Fallout!
Do you have any role playing experience? If 'Yes' where?: I've played on multiple RP servers, one being the Realm of Saphriel, and I've also roleplayed on forums and other games.
What Does Power Gaming mean in your own words, and list ONE example: Power gaming is giving your character strengths they normally would not have, eg. "i kill everybody because im strong"
What Does Meta Gaming mean in your own words, and list ONE example: Meta gaming is taking info from means other than roleplay and using them to your character's advantage.
What Does Roleplaying mean in your own words: Roleplaying is the activity of playing a character in a particular environment. To me, it's fun.
-=[ In Character Information ]=-
Character Name: Tyler M. Jakes
Character Age: 32
Character Gender: Male
Personality: Tyler is a rough man, having a tough past, but he has a kind heart. He may seem cold and angry to outsiders, but if you get to know him he'll open up, he has some trust issues however.
Tyler can be a little narcissistic and aggressive sometimes, and acts like a real tough man, but in reality he's somebody who has a strong sense of mercy, generosity and a real family man.
Goals: Survive.
Fears: Supermutants, Radroaches, heights, relationships
Likes/Dislikes (AT LEAST 2 of each) : Likes: Dogs (DOGMEAT!), Valuables, Dislikes: Relationships, vaults
Races Wastelander, Ghoul, or Vault Dweller: Wastelander, former vault dweller
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:7
PERCEPTION:5
ENDURANCE:5
CHARISMA:7
INTELLIGENCE:7
AGILITY:4
LUCK:5
Character Appearance:
Tyler isn't a very tall man, standing at only 5'9 and 140 lbs. He has light brown hair, swept to the side. His hair is a bit shaggy, covering the tops of his ears, his bangs cover his forehead. He has a darker colored brown beard, which he has grown a half inch off of his face. Tyler is white, and he has brown eyes. He has a light scar that runs from his temple down to his cheek until it is covered from his beard. Tyler also has more of a muscular build, not bodybuilder, however. He has a square face, a ski jump shaped nose.
Back Story (You may not involve yourself with a Faction, or start with any items or perks) : Tyler was raised in a vault. He hated it in the vault. He wanted to be free to do what he wished, outside. He believed he could make it without his parents. His parents were very loving, Tyler knew it. There weren't many children in the vault, but there was a girl his age in the vault named Madeleine. They became best friends throughout their childhood, and then dated in their teens. Tyler and Madeleine had a child at 22, a boy, they named it George, after her father. They lived in the vault, Tyler retained his parents, his family, he could be considered one of the luckiest people in the world at the time. When he was 24, raiders attacked the vault. They slaughtered most of the people inside the vault, including Tyler's parents, his wife and infant son. The survivors left the vault immediately, unable to stay in the mess. Tyler became severely depressed, and angry. When the survivors wouldn't keep going, he did. He left them, and trekked for miles, hunting down the raiders. He came to an intersection, killed a small mutant rat and realized how much of a fool he had been and fell to his knees. He's been alone for 8 years, unable to trust anybody, or anything. Some childhood dream he had.
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 get up. I move into the back room, looking for a back door.
There was no back door.
"****." I swore under my breath.
I heard the raider group noticing the gun shop. I had to do something FAST, or I was going to have no ears.
I got up onto the counter, and pushed up a ceiling tile, pulling myself up into the ceiling as the raiders entered the building. I rested on my stomach, looking down through the hole, peering at the raiders. I gripped my new gun tightly, not sure what I would do if they saw him.
"Somebody's been here." A raider said. "Not long ago."
My heart skipped a beat, as the raider took a long look at the open tile.
"Probably gone by now." A different raider said.
"Yeah, you're probably right." The first raider took his gaze off of the ceiling. "There's nothing left here."
The raiders left the building, I waited for a few minutes, before climbing down and booking it in the direction they came from.
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I will like it if I can maybe help making some buildings
http://www.minecraftforum.net/forums/mapping-and-modding-java-edition/maps/wip-maps/2869084-w-i-p-fallout-deadstate-official-beta-release
Just post up an application and ill get you on the server.
My application is the last post on page 17, it looks like you missed it.
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Alright, ill whitelist you when i get home. Once on the server you will take our build test.
Om thanks
http://www.minecraftforum.net/forums/mapping-and-modding-java-edition/maps/wip-maps/2869084-w-i-p-fallout-deadstate-official-beta-release
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-=[ Out Of Character Information ]=-[/b]
In Game Name (IGN) : I__Illuminati
Real Life Age (You can put birthdate) : That's private
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: Using abilities that your rp character couldn't have.
What Does Meta Gaming mean in your own words, and list ONE example: Using information that your rp character wouldn't know.
What Does Roleplaying mean in your own words: To pretend and act as a certain role.
-=[ In Character Information ]=-[/b]
Character Name: Frank
Character Age: 29
Character Gender: Male
Personality: Quick to anger
Goals: Survive by any means
Fears: Deathclaws and Supermutants
Likes/Dislikes (AT LEAST 2 of each) : Likes:
Races Wastelander, Ghoul, or Vault Dweller: Vault Dweller
D&D Alignment: 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:8
PERCEPTION: 6
ENDURANCE: 4
CHARISMA: 7
INTELLIGENCE: 5
AGILITY: 4
LUCK: 6
Character Appearance: A regular white male with a Vault 119 Jumpsuit.
Back Story (You may not involve yourself with a Faction, or start with any items or perks) : Frank was born into Vault 119. It was part of an experiment to see what a Vault would be like with slavery. Upon arrival, the dwellers were separated into two groups. One were given jumpsuits with an X marked on the shoulders. The others were marked with an A. They were told that the X group would be their slaves and they could make them do what they wanted. The A group was reluctant at first, but then the overseer encouraged them to accept it. Within 3 years the A group were forcing their slaves to do work. The masters grew lazy after another five, and the slaves decided they had had enough. They took over the vault within a day and executed the A group. Frank's great, great, great grandfather lead the attack. Frank left the vault because the vault needed to trade with other people, like the Brotherhood of Steel.
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?: Frank fires a shot at the man who seems to be leader, then runs away.