Wait, Echoes?
With Earl and all them? Well shoot, don't yall remember what happened? Earl got mad at me for no reason, bullied me in the Skype chat, I revolted and he kicked me off the server from being a builder.
Right after I was kicked off, they added me back to the skype chat and berated me, to which I showed Soul because he was the only person I knew to come to about that. Sure, I made some phallic objects here and there as a joke, but hell everyone did. I still built my fair share.
I had no idea this was the server after that. Hell, that was even older than 2 years. I can find the screenshots I sent Soul to prove it. Hell, my last server I played on, AoOF, I was on the right track, I was leader of the Raider faction, I was doing good, I was a builder, and hell I was about to become a Trial Mod, before Angel gave the server over to Blue (NOT BLUESTUDIOES.. i think) instead of Comfy, and then Blue banned me because he didn't like what I was doing with the OK Raiders, as well as because a small child was RPing a supermutant horribly wrong, and several admins agreed with me, but the kid whined to Blue. Shortly after, the server was shut down.
Tkashi, I'd love to discus this more and show you any evidence I have, or referrals from admins from other servers I have played on. My skype is in the spoiler. I'd rather take this off the forums so people can focus on the whitelisting and making apps.
Today, we've released the Shadows of the Old World Wiki. It's still a little bare bones, but don't worry - we're still working on it, and updating it. The Wiki is meant to keep track of extended lore, as well as characters. It's also a good place to find information on locations that are important to the server, or perhaps for your own character's background. If you're interested, you can find the Wiki HERE.
Skype name (Optional for the group chat/faction chats): None
Time Zone: Eastern US
Prior Bans and reasons: No prior bans as far as I know
Define Role-play: When you create a character and then act out that character in the way they would behave in whatever game/world they would be in
Define Powergaming: When you impose an action on someone in which they have no chance to react to said action
Define Metagaming: When you would use OOC information to influence IC actions
Previous roleplay experience: Fallout: Nuclear Winter and Wayward Realms servers
Previous Fallout experience: Fallout: Nuclear Winter server and Fallout 3
Have you read the rules?: Of course. “There is no escaping the Shadows of the Old World”.
Write any further questions here:
IC:
Character Name: Michael Connor
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Race: Caucasian
Appearance (Physique): Michael is about 6'3" and around 160 pounds. He is tan, with brown hair and brown eyes. He often has shadows under his eyes from long nights up. He has a mediocre build, which often makes people underestimate him.
Appearance (Clothing): He has a green coat which covers up a grey T-shirt. He wears grey cargo pants which he hold his caps and ammo in. He has black military-style combat boots, and he dislikes wearing anything besides them.
Strengths: Good with mechanical things, very smart, good shot with a gun, good perception
Weaknesses: Weak physical build, average endurance, charisma, and luck
S.P.E.C.I.A.L. (Like in the games, you have 40 points to allocate. You must have at least one point in each, and cannot have more than ten.):
Strength: 3
Perception: 7
Endurance: 5
Charisma: 5
Intelligence: 9
Agility: 6
Luck: 5
Character Biography:
Michael Connor was born in a large mid-west trading town in 2759. His parents couldn't take care of him, and he was put on the doorstep of the town doctors house, who found him after someone knocked on his door and only a month old baby was at the door. The baby had a note on his chest saying Michael. The young doctor's name was Roland Connor. Roland was unmarried, and was looking for some company anyhow. So he took the baby inside, and prepared him for school as best he could while maintaining the business.He decided not to ask around about who owned the baby, inferring that whoever left the baby there must have done it for a good reason. A month after Michael arrived on Roland's doorstep, Roland moved east to a town in the commonwealth, and he established a doctor's office. He nurtured the boys brain, reading what ever he could find to Michael every night. When Michael was 6, Roland began teaching him how to read on his own and how to do basic math. At this time, Roland was noticing Michael was extremely smart, and he learned incredibly quickly. Michael was reading some books on his own within a month of learning how to read. Although neither of them knew it, Michael's father was a mechanic and his mother was a scientist. This, along with the fact that Roland was fostering his Education, led to Michael's high intelligence. Michael was very interested in the world around him, always asking Roland about the new characters who kept coming around town. He was very interested in whatever mechanical and electronic bits he could find around town. Whenever Roland needed something in the office or house fixed, he would always call Michael, who would run in excitedly with a toolbox with some electronic components hanging out.
When Michael was 13, Roland told him the truth about his parents. He also told him more about the history of the world, and even told him about the horrors of some of the things that existed in the world. Michael was upset, but instead of taking it harshly that Roland was not his real father, he knew he needed to step up. He wasn't very strong, so he knew he would need to practice shooting in order to survive if he ever left town. Michael tried to learn as much as he could about things to survive outside town. He decided to become Roland's official apprentice so he could learn even more advanced subjects about how to heal himself and others, and continued to repair things he found around town. Roland bought him a BB gun, and every day after his work with Roland he would go outside and shoot Nuka Cola bottles off of the outside his house. At night, after he was done shooting and with dinner, he would tinker around in bed with whatever mechanical device he was working on. Eventually he hit his growth spurt, and then Roland bought him a new hunting rifle to compensate for Michael's growth.
When Michael was 20, Roland had reached the point when he taught Michael all he knew about medical matters. Instead of being an apprentice, Michael now became Roland's partner. By this point Michael had become once of the best shots in the town, and was also repairing bigger things. Michael was thinking of starting a side business of repairing whatever other people had that needed fixing. But that never came to be. When Michael was 22 Roland got very sick. He began withering away slowly, and Michael took him to the best doctors he could find. But they told him there was nothing he could do, as the disease, known as "Cancer", had progressed too far. 4 weeks after that analysis, Roland died at midnight in his bed.
He was devastated. He missed Roland so much, but he couldn't run the shop on his own. A new doctor came into town, and Michael sold the office to him. He bought a small building in which he could run a repair business. But there was a hole in his heart. A yearning. To put what Roland had taught him and the skills he had learned to work. To honor his mentor and fathers life. A year after Roland's death he heard from a caravan of a promising new land they were heading too. Niagara. This was what he was waiting for. This was his chance. He sold his house and small business immediately, and took everything he had on the caravan to get to Niagara.
Roleplay Scenario: Time: 3:18 P.M. Location: 14 miles South of Niagara
As you're walking north along a desolate highway when you spot two large black birds circling in the sky in the distance. To the east, large thunderheads loom on the horizon. Hopeful to avoid the storm, you begin to walk a bit more briskly; scanning the area to find shelter from the radioactive downpour. You observe a small light grey smoke plume coming from the median of the highway only a couple hundred meters away. Before approaching the scene, you take a quick look in your bag (below is a list of your items). As you approach the scene, you can see that it is a Merchant Caravan that has been hit, likely by raiders. The merchant lies bloody and beaten to death near a slaughtered Brahman, blood covers his clothing and a box of items is scattered near him. Of the two guards, one lies near a jersey barrier; empty shell casings from her caravan shotgun scattered around her corpse. The other guard is struggling to pull himself upright using the one of the carts wheels, his left leg had been blown off below the shin and is now nothing but a bloody mix of singed skin and asphalt.
Bag contents:
1x 10mm Pistol
4x 10mm Pistol rounds
1x bottle of dirty water
2x Mentants
1x Salisbury steak
1x Squirrel on a stick
1x small radio (functional)
1x Stimpak
1x Half-used first aid kit (missing supplies)
What do you do?:
Michael surveys the scene, and runs over to the remaining guard. He looks over the man, thinking about what he can do. The man is groaning and yelling in pain. "Help me..." The man says. He is bleeding heavily, and won't survive at the rate. He opens the medkit looking for whatever he can help the man with. Inside is a bandage and a shot of Med-X. Michael would bandage up his leg with some of the supplies in the medkit to his best effort. "Thank you." he says, and groans as a trickle of blood runs down his cheek from his mouth. "Don't talk." Michael replies. "It will only make things worse." Michael would then the administer the Med-X, and let the man have a sip of water. He suddenly stops his groaning. "I am going to make this comfortable as possible. But I hate to break it to you. You will die." Michael says. The man nods, a single tear running down his cheek. The bandage is already bleeding through. He injects the stimpak into him, and lets the man have his squirrel on a stick for his final meal, helping the man due to the drugs in his system. Once the man finishes eating, he then pulls out his gun, and points it at the mans head. The man nods. Michael pulls the trigger, putting a bullet painlessly and effortlessly into the mans brain. He checks the surroundings quickly, taking whatever he can find that is of use to him. He hastily jogs up the highway, seeking shelter from the storm
Certainly not a terrible application, but it has a few issues.
For starters, you mentioned he was extremely intelligent, but offered no real justification as to why. It's true that some people can be clever, even in the wasteland, but typically we don't accept a ten in any SPECIAL stat without very good reasoning. If you're afraid this might prove a problem server-side, you should know that the SPECIAL stats on the application are strictly guidelines, and don't serve a mechanical purpose. So perhaps, lowering it by two or three points and placing them elsewhere would be a good idea.
Next, I understand that your character is supposed to be intelligent, but I'd strongly recommend bumping up your character's age by a few years at least. Becoming a doctor while 19, while certainly possible, is highly unlikely.
Again, not a terrible application, but until you fix these issues, you've been..
Feel free to reapply once these issues have been fixed!
I edited my application, taking a point off of intelligence and putting it into perception. I also edited the age, and explained where his intelligence came from. So check out my application post again to see those changes and re-evaluate my application. It's the same post from before... It would be a bit of a waste of space to repost the new one again rather than edit the old one.
Sorry to be posting a lot in the past few days, but can anyone review my updated application? Once again, it's the same one that got rejected but I just edited the post.
Skype name (Optional for the group chat/faction chats): None
Time Zone: Eastern US
Prior Bans and reasons: No prior bans as far as I know
Define Role-play: When you create a character and then act out that character in the way they would behave in whatever game/world they would be in
Define Powergaming: When you impose an action on someone in which they have no chance to react to said action
Define Metagaming: When you would use OOC information to influence IC actions
Previous roleplay experience: Fallout: Nuclear Winter and Wayward Realms servers
Previous Fallout experience: Fallout: Nuclear Winter server and Fallout 3
Have you read the rules?: Of course. “There is no escaping the Shadows of the Old World”.
Write any further questions here:
IC:[/b]
Character Name: Michael Connor
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Race: Caucasian
Appearance (Physique): Michael is about 6'3" and around 160 pounds. He is tan, with brown hair and brown eyes. He often has shadows under his eyes from long nights up. He has a mediocre build, which often makes people underestimate him.
Appearance (Clothing): He has a green coat which covers up a grey T-shirt. He wears grey cargo pants which he hold his caps and ammo in. He has black military-style combat boots, and he dislikes wearing anything besides them.
Strengths: Good with mechanical things, very smart, good shot with a gun, good perception
Weaknesses: Weak physical build, average endurance, charisma, and luck
S.P.E.C.I.A.L. (Like in the games, you have 40 points to allocate. You must have at least one point in each, and cannot have more than ten.):
Strength: 3
Perception: 7
Endurance: 5
Charisma: 5
Intelligence: 9
Agility: 6
Luck: 5
Character Biography:[/b]
Michael Connor was born in a large mid-west trading town in 2759. His parents couldn't take care of him, and he was put on the doorstep of the town doctors house, who found him after someone knocked on his door and only a month old baby was at the door. The baby had a note on his chest saying Michael. The young doctor's name was Roland Connor. Roland was unmarried, and was looking for some company anyhow. So he took the baby inside, and prepared him for school as best he could while maintaining the business.He decided not to ask around about who owned the baby, inferring that whoever left the baby there must have done it for a good reason. A month after Michael arrived on Roland's doorstep, Roland moved east to a town in the commonwealth, and he established a doctor's office. He nurtured the boys brain, reading what ever he could find to Michael every night. When Michael was 6, Roland began teaching him how to read on his own and how to do basic math. At this time, Roland was noticing Michael was extremely smart, and he learned incredibly quickly. Michael was reading some books on his own within a month of learning how to read. Although neither of them knew it, Michael's father was a mechanic and his mother was a scientist. This, along with the fact that Roland was fostering his Education, led to Michael's high intelligence. Michael was very interested in the world around him, always asking Roland about the new characters who kept coming around town. He was very interested in whatever mechanical and electronic bits he could find around town. Whenever Roland needed something in the office or house fixed, he would always call Michael, who would run in excitedly with a toolbox with some electronic components hanging out.
When Michael was 13, Roland told him the truth about his parents. He also told him more about the history of the world, and even told him about the horrors of some of the things that existed in the world. Michael was upset, but instead of taking it harshly that Roland was not his real father, he knew he needed to step up. He wasn't very strong, so he knew he would need to practice shooting in order to survive if he ever left town. Michael tried to learn as much as he could about things to survive outside town. He decided to become Roland's official apprentice so he could learn even more advanced subjects about how to heal himself and others, and continued to repair things he found around town. Roland bought him a BB gun, and every day after his work with Roland he would go outside and shoot Nuka Cola bottles off of the outside his house. At night, after he was done shooting and with dinner, he would tinker around in bed with whatever mechanical device he was working on. Eventually he hit his growth spurt, and then Roland bought him a new hunting rifle to compensate for Michael's growth.
When Michael was 20, Roland had reached the point when he taught Michael all he knew about medical matters. Instead of being an apprentice, Michael now became Roland's partner. By this point Michael had become once of the best shots in the town, and was also repairing bigger things. Michael was thinking of starting a side business of repairing whatever other people had that needed fixing. But that never came to be. When Michael was 22 Roland got very sick. He began withering away slowly, and Michael took him to the best doctors he could find. But they told him there was nothing he could do, as the disease, known as "Cancer", had progressed too far. 4 weeks after that analysis, Roland died at midnight in his bed.
He was devastated. He missed Roland so much, but he couldn't run the shop on his own. A new doctor came into town, and Michael sold the office to him. He bought a small building in which he could run a repair business. But there was a hole in his heart. A yearning. To put what Roland had taught him and the skills he had learned to work. To honor his mentor and fathers life. A year after Roland's death he heard from a caravan of a promising new land they were heading too. Niagara. This was what he was waiting for. This was his chance. He sold his house and small business immediately, and took everything he had on the caravan to get to Niagara.
Roleplay Scenario[/b]: Time: 3:18 P.M. Location: 14 miles South of Niagara[/i]
As you're walking north along a desolate highway when you spot two large black birds circling in the sky in the distance. To the east, large thunderheads loom on the horizon. Hopeful to avoid the storm, you begin to walk a bit more briskly; scanning the area to find shelter from the radioactive downpour. You observe a small light grey smoke plume coming from the median of the highway only a couple hundred meters away. Before approaching the scene, you take a quick look in your bag (below is a list of your items). As you approach the scene, you can see that it is a Merchant Caravan that has been hit, likely by raiders. The merchant lies bloody and beaten to death near a slaughtered Brahman, blood covers his clothing and a box of items is scattered near him. Of the two guards, one lies near a jersey barrier; empty shell casings from her caravan shotgun scattered around her corpse. The other guard is struggling to pull himself upright using the one of the carts wheels, his left leg had been blown off below the shin and is now nothing but a bloody mix of singed skin and asphalt.[/i]
Bag contents:[/i]
1x 10mm Pistol[/i]
4x 10mm Pistol rounds[/i]
1x bottle of dirty water[/i]
2x Mentants[/i]
1x Salisbury steak[/i]
1x Squirrel on a stick[/i]
1x small radio (functional)[/i]
1x Stimpak[/i]
1x Half-used first aid kit (missing supplies)[/i]
What do you do?:
Michael surveys the scene, and runs over to the remaining guard. He looks over the man, thinking about what he can do. The man is groaning and yelling in pain. "Help me..." The man says. He is bleeding heavily, and won't survive at the rate. He opens the medkit looking for whatever he can help the man with. Inside is a bandage and a shot of Med-X. Michael would bandage up his leg with some of the supplies in the medkit to his best effort. "Thank you." he says, and groans as a trickle of blood runs down his cheek from his mouth. "Don't talk." Michael replies. "It will only make things worse." Michael would then the administer the Med-X, and let the man have a sip of water. He suddenly stops his groaning. "I am going to make this comfortable as possible. But I hate to break it to you. You will die." Michael says. The man nods, a single tear running down his cheek. The bandage is already bleeding through. He injects the stimpak into him, and lets the man have his squirrel on a stick for his final meal, helping the man due to the drugs in his system. Once the man finishes eating, he then pulls out his gun, and points it at the mans head. The man nods. Michael pulls the trigger, putting a bullet painlessly and effortlessly into the mans brain. He checks the surroundings quickly, taking whatever he can find that is of use to him. He hastily jogs up the highway, seeking shelter from the storm
Alright, so there are minor inconsistencies in this app that are keeping you from being fully accepted.
First off lets deal with your characters strength is very below average yet one of his strengths is gun? Now I understand if they're low caliber but even then you shouldn't have as low strength as you have if your strength is guns. Also with your characters appearance a picture of your skin would be nice so I can match it with your description. Also I just ****ing noticed you're like thousands of years into the future, the servers set in 2278 so, get your facts straight.
Overall the app was decent and when you fix these minor inconsistencies you should be good to go.
Skype name (Optional for the group chat/faction chats): super.rojo21
Time Zone: -3:00
Prior Bans and reasons: None
Define Role-play: The changing of behaviour to fit the role of a created character
Define Powergaming: Excluding story and trying to achieve one goal ignoring everything else. (I think)
Define Metagaming: Making the character suddenly know things the player should only know.
Previous roleplay experience: Creative servers... But I'm pretty good I think...
Previous Fallout experience: Videos... (I'm aiming to Fallout 4 Though :O)
Have you read the rules?: Yes.
Write any further questions here: How would General gaming go around in this world? Sadly, There is no escaping the Shadows of the Old World right?
IC:
Character Name: Thermax Callenter
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Appearance (Please include an in-game screenshot of your skin):
Strengths: Guns and aiming stuff you know...
Weaknesses: Very weak at melee
S.P.E.C.I.A.L. (Like in the games, you have 40 points to allocate. You must have at least one point in each, and cannot have more than ten.):
Strength: 4
Perception: 10
Endurance: 4
Charisma: 3
Intelligence: 9
Agility: 8
Luck: 2
Character Biography (Please include at least two quality paragraphs): As a child he has been trained in the usage of guns and other ranged weapons. The training included close combat, but Thermax Callenter never got his hand to it. He ussually played with dices built with paper with his friends, but he didn't have the best of luck, and ussually lost. This was bad as he wasn't one of the best losers, turning slightly agressive, but would never attack because he knew well his weaknesess. He prefered hiding somwhere with the grown ups playing with a beat up chess board with few pieces.
Once out of the vault as a teen, he couldn't find much resources, and ussually got into trouble trying to. This developed his agility which was always helped by his good perception and intelligence. He wanders alone in look for a safe place to stay and live happily instead of the terrible life he was having.
Roleplay Scenario: Time: 3:18 P.M. Location: 14 miles South of Niagara
As you're walking north along a desolate highway when you spot two large black birds circling in the sky in the distance. To the east, large thunderheads loom on the horizon. Hopeful to avoid the storm, you begin to walk a bit more briskly; scanning the area to find shelter from the radioactive downpour. You observe a small light grey smoke plume coming from the median of the highway only a couple hundred meters away. Before approaching the scene, you take a quick look in your bag (below is a list of your items). As you approach the scene, you can see that it is a Merchant Caravan that has been hit, likely by raiders. The merchant lies bloody and beaten to death near a slaughtered Brahman, blood covers his clothing and a box of items is scattered near him. Of the two guards, one lies near a jersey barrier; empty shell casings from her caravan shotgun scattered around her corpse. The other guard is struggling to pull himself upright using the one of the carts wheels, his left leg had been blown off below the shin and is now nothing but a bloody mix of singed skin and asphalt.
Bag contents:
1x 10mm Pistol
4x 10mm Pistol rounds
1x bottle of dirty water
2x Mentants
1x Salisbury steak
1x Squirrel on a stick
1x small radio (functional)
1x Stimpak
1x Half-used first aid kit (missing supplies)
What do you do?:
I quickly run up to the guard and try to ask him what happened. He looks devastated and says he can't remember. I hand him in one mentant, and hear closely to his story; Raiders! I open the first aid kit and take out a short bandage. I realize it would't be enough for the wound. I inject him with the Stimpak and give him my squirrel on a stick, as they are so easy to find... I try my best to help the man. But it doesn't look like he would ever heal.
I decide to.... End his misery. I take out my gun, and point it to his head. He looks at me with pleading eyes. My hands shake on the weapon... I decide not to give up and put the gun down. I look at the sky to check if the storm was coming or not. It looks fine. I grab the radio and try to contact someone. Niagara city responds. With victory in my voice I call them over for help. Luckily they'll come. Gun on hand I greet them, I hand them in two pistol rounds, as they didn't look as convinced to just help. We both get back to the village safely.
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So this was my thingy. I really like roleplaying servers, but ussually when I actually apply I realize it is dead. I have my hopes in this though. I tried my best. Sometimes we just want to escape our own reality and creat the person we wanted to be. But maybe not...
Well lets start here, I could go on for minutes but lets get down to the basics.
- You're missing the image of your skin.
- Your strengths aren't explained in your backstory.
- Backstory is way to short.
- Your characters weakness isn't in weaknesses.
Thats just some of the major problems that you need to work on. Please redo those selected sections and I'll look over your app again, aswell as editing anything else you see wrong. For now you are DENIED.
Just a reminder! We're not dead - Fallout 4 has given us some food for thought, lorewise, but it's also made many of us more dedicated than ever to continue work on creating a quality Fallout RP experience. We're working on post-Beta lore and the wiki, and many of the factions are accepting apps (they must be approved both by staff and the faction leader). We'll be starting up build mode again soon, but in the mean time we'll be polishing up the lore.
Skype name (Optional for the group chat/faction chats): N/A
Time Zone: Eastern
Prior Bans and reasons: I've been banned from a couple creative servers because of language. Nothing serious, all in the past.
Define Role-play: Roleplay is portraying a character or object in an enviroment. Fun stuff.
Define Powergaming: Powergaming is doing things that your character would not be able to do or handle within realistic proportions.
Define Metagaming: Metagaming is giving your character info that they did not learn through roleplay.
Previous roleplay experience: I've played a couple medieval RP servers, and been on forum and other game rps.
Previous Fallout experience: I'm currently waiting to be accepted on another fallout server. I'm obsessed.
Have you read the rules?: I have.
Write any further questions here: I'd like to be able to come from an outside vault, like Upstate New York or so.
There is no escaping the Shadows of the Old World!
IC:
Character Name: Tyler M. Jakes
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Appearance (Please include an in-game screenshot of your skin): 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. He has a dark jacket, a profound belt and some brown pants, with brown work boots.
Strengths: Willpower, Strength.
Weaknesses: Trust issues.
S.P.E.C.I.A.L. (Like in the games, you have 40 points to allocate. You must have at least one point in each, and cannot have more than ten.):
Strength: 6
Perception: 6
Endurance: 6
Charisma: 7
Intelligence: 6
Agility: 4
Luck: 5
Character Biography (Please include at least two quality paragraphs): 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.
Roleplay Scenario: Time: 3:18 P.M. Location: 14 miles South of Niagara
As you're walking north along a desolate highway when you spot two large black birds circling in the sky in the distance. To the east, large thunderheads loom on the horizon. Hopeful to avoid the storm, you begin to walk a bit more briskly; scanning the area to find shelter from the radioactive downpour. You observe a small light grey smoke plume coming from the median of the highway only a couple hundred meters away. Before approaching the scene, you take a quick look in your bag (below is a list of your items). As you approach the scene, you can see that it is a Merchant Caravan that has been hit, likely by raiders. The merchant lies bloody and beaten to death near a slaughtered Brahman, blood covers his clothing and a box of items is scattered near him. Of the two guards, one lies near a jersey barrier; empty shell casings from her caravan shotgun scattered around her corpse. The other guard is struggling to pull himself upright using the one of the carts wheels, his left leg had been blown off below the shin and is now nothing but a bloody mix of singed skin and asphalt.
Bag contents:
1x 10mm Pistol
4x 10mm Pistol rounds
1x bottle of dirty water
2x Mentants
1x Salisbury steak
1x Squirrel on a stick
1x small radio (functional)
1x Stimpak
1x Half-used first aid kit (missing supplies)
What do you do?: Tyler rushed immediately to the live guard. "Get down!" He yelled at him. "What are you, stupid? You'll bleed out in minutes!"
He grabbed out his radio, tuned it into the Niagara Republic.
"Come in?"
"Hear you."
"You've got a guard here with a blown off leg on the side of the freeway. Get here now or you're going to be down a man. 14 south, you'll see a merchant wagon. 2 dead."
He pushed the guard under the wagon.
Tyler knew they weren't coming. The storm wasn't worth dealing with.
He set the radio down quickly. He took off his belt, and tied it around the stump. He grabbed onto his axe. "Your lower leg is mangled. It has to go." The guard not even processing what was about to happen, Tyler lopped off his leg below the knee. The guard screamed in agony, Tyler put his hand over his mouth. "I know."
He rushed for the bandages, quickly wrapping them around his leg. With the bleeding leg bandaged, he left the guard to look for extra medical supplies in the wagon. Not finding anything of use, he swore to himself and rushed back to the guard. He unwrapped his last stimpak, and injected it into the guard's leg. He put his hand onto the guard's arm. "Hold on. Your comrades are coming." he lied.
He lifted the guard's leg up against the wheel. He waited 2 hours waiting for the soldiers to come for their man. The guard died, eventually, but he stayed, waiting out the storm.
Build Application:
IGN (In-game-name): Penguinns
Age: 14
Skype: That, I unfortunately don't have.
Experience: I've been building on Minecraft for a few years now.
Proof of builds*(i.e pictures.): http://imgur.com/a/bxLss Ignore the final picture.
Any past offenses/bans: Shown above.
Anything else you'd like us to know: I'm currently available pretty much any time needed, besides the school day and weekend mornings. (When I'm sleeping.)
I know that I don't have the skin image. I have similar skins from other servers, but I still have to edit one of them to make it his.
(Note - This is only responding to your white-list application. Another staff member will contact you to respond to the builder application.)
Not a bad application, the whole thing feels a bit bland. If that's what you were attempting to go for, then that's alright. But the 'Family died and I'm out for revenge' backstory is a very common one. While it's not necessary, I'd recommend changing it up a bit. The first paragraph of the biography is still a bit bland, bit it'll still suffice.
The main issue with the application, however, is that you didn't really expand on your character's strengths and weaknesses. You mention he has good strength and willpower, but didn't expand on why he did. You also mentioned 'trust issues' as one of his weaknesses, but again, didn't expand on it.
Finally, while this is more of a request than a necessity, if you could re-post your application with the newer format available on the first page of the thread, that would be fantastic.
Feel free to apply after these issues have been fixed, but until then, you are DENIED.
Gosh guys review minecraftkittys already
Click on the damn dragon! I'll give you tacos!
Wait, Echoes?
With Earl and all them? Well shoot, don't yall remember what happened? Earl got mad at me for no reason, bullied me in the Skype chat, I revolted and he kicked me off the server from being a builder.
Right after I was kicked off, they added me back to the skype chat and berated me, to which I showed Soul because he was the only person I knew to come to about that. Sure, I made some phallic objects here and there as a joke, but hell everyone did. I still built my fair share.
I had no idea this was the server after that. Hell, that was even older than 2 years. I can find the screenshots I sent Soul to prove it. Hell, my last server I played on, AoOF, I was on the right track, I was leader of the Raider faction, I was doing good, I was a builder, and hell I was about to become a Trial Mod, before Angel gave the server over to Blue (NOT BLUESTUDIOES.. i think) instead of Comfy, and then Blue banned me because he didn't like what I was doing with the OK Raiders, as well as because a small child was RPing a supermutant horribly wrong, and several admins agreed with me, but the kid whined to Blue. Shortly after, the server was shut down.
Tkashi, I'd love to discus this more and show you any evidence I have, or referrals from admins from other servers I have played on. My skype is in the spoiler. I'd rather take this off the forums so people can focus on the whitelisting and making apps.
matthew.dejong1
Good afternoon, everyone!
Today, we've released the Shadows of the Old World Wiki. It's still a little bare bones, but don't worry - we're still working on it, and updating it. The Wiki is meant to keep track of extended lore, as well as characters. It's also a good place to find information on locations that are important to the server, or perhaps for your own character's background. If you're interested, you can find the Wiki HERE.
OOC:
IGN: Hero_Prodigy
Age (Optional): 13
Skype name (Optional for the group chat/faction chats): None
Time Zone: Eastern US
Prior Bans and reasons: No prior bans as far as I know
Define Role-play: When you create a character and then act out that character in the way they would behave in whatever game/world they would be in
Define Powergaming: When you impose an action on someone in which they have no chance to react to said action
Define Metagaming: When you would use OOC information to influence IC actions
Previous roleplay experience: Fallout: Nuclear Winter and Wayward Realms servers
Previous Fallout experience: Fallout: Nuclear Winter server and Fallout 3
Have you read the rules?: Of course. “There is no escaping the Shadows of the Old World”.
Write any further questions here:
IC:
Character Name: Michael Connor
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Race: Caucasian
Appearance (Physique): Michael is about 6'3" and around 160 pounds. He is tan, with brown hair and brown eyes. He often has shadows under his eyes from long nights up. He has a mediocre build, which often makes people underestimate him.
Appearance (Clothing): He has a green coat which covers up a grey T-shirt. He wears grey cargo pants which he hold his caps and ammo in. He has black military-style combat boots, and he dislikes wearing anything besides them.
Strengths: Good with mechanical things, very smart, good shot with a gun, good perception
Weaknesses: Weak physical build, average endurance, charisma, and luck
S.P.E.C.I.A.L. (Like in the games, you have 40 points to allocate. You must have at least one point in each, and cannot have more than ten.):
Character Biography:
Michael Connor was born in a large mid-west trading town in 2759. His parents couldn't take care of him, and he was put on the doorstep of the town doctors house, who found him after someone knocked on his door and only a month old baby was at the door. The baby had a note on his chest saying Michael. The young doctor's name was Roland Connor. Roland was unmarried, and was looking for some company anyhow. So he took the baby inside, and prepared him for school as best he could while maintaining the business.He decided not to ask around about who owned the baby, inferring that whoever left the baby there must have done it for a good reason. A month after Michael arrived on Roland's doorstep, Roland moved east to a town in the commonwealth, and he established a doctor's office. He nurtured the boys brain, reading what ever he could find to Michael every night. When Michael was 6, Roland began teaching him how to read on his own and how to do basic math. At this time, Roland was noticing Michael was extremely smart, and he learned incredibly quickly. Michael was reading some books on his own within a month of learning how to read. Although neither of them knew it, Michael's father was a mechanic and his mother was a scientist. This, along with the fact that Roland was fostering his Education, led to Michael's high intelligence. Michael was very interested in the world around him, always asking Roland about the new characters who kept coming around town. He was very interested in whatever mechanical and electronic bits he could find around town. Whenever Roland needed something in the office or house fixed, he would always call Michael, who would run in excitedly with a toolbox with some electronic components hanging out.
When Michael was 13, Roland told him the truth about his parents. He also told him more about the history of the world, and even told him about the horrors of some of the things that existed in the world. Michael was upset, but instead of taking it harshly that Roland was not his real father, he knew he needed to step up. He wasn't very strong, so he knew he would need to practice shooting in order to survive if he ever left town. Michael tried to learn as much as he could about things to survive outside town. He decided to become Roland's official apprentice so he could learn even more advanced subjects about how to heal himself and others, and continued to repair things he found around town. Roland bought him a BB gun, and every day after his work with Roland he would go outside and shoot Nuka Cola bottles off of the outside his house. At night, after he was done shooting and with dinner, he would tinker around in bed with whatever mechanical device he was working on. Eventually he hit his growth spurt, and then Roland bought him a new hunting rifle to compensate for Michael's growth.
When Michael was 20, Roland had reached the point when he taught Michael all he knew about medical matters. Instead of being an apprentice, Michael now became Roland's partner. By this point Michael had become once of the best shots in the town, and was also repairing bigger things. Michael was thinking of starting a side business of repairing whatever other people had that needed fixing. But that never came to be. When Michael was 22 Roland got very sick. He began withering away slowly, and Michael took him to the best doctors he could find. But they told him there was nothing he could do, as the disease, known as "Cancer", had progressed too far. 4 weeks after that analysis, Roland died at midnight in his bed.
He was devastated. He missed Roland so much, but he couldn't run the shop on his own. A new doctor came into town, and Michael sold the office to him. He bought a small building in which he could run a repair business. But there was a hole in his heart. A yearning. To put what Roland had taught him and the skills he had learned to work. To honor his mentor and fathers life. A year after Roland's death he heard from a caravan of a promising new land they were heading too. Niagara. This was what he was waiting for. This was his chance. He sold his house and small business immediately, and took everything he had on the caravan to get to Niagara.
Roleplay Scenario: Time: 3:18 P.M. Location: 14 miles South of Niagara
As you're walking north along a desolate highway when you spot two large black birds circling in the sky in the distance. To the east, large thunderheads loom on the horizon. Hopeful to avoid the storm, you begin to walk a bit more briskly; scanning the area to find shelter from the radioactive downpour. You observe a small light grey smoke plume coming from the median of the highway only a couple hundred meters away. Before approaching the scene, you take a quick look in your bag (below is a list of your items). As you approach the scene, you can see that it is a Merchant Caravan that has been hit, likely by raiders. The merchant lies bloody and beaten to death near a slaughtered Brahman, blood covers his clothing and a box of items is scattered near him. Of the two guards, one lies near a jersey barrier; empty shell casings from her caravan shotgun scattered around her corpse. The other guard is struggling to pull himself upright using the one of the carts wheels, his left leg had been blown off below the shin and is now nothing but a bloody mix of singed skin and asphalt.
Bag contents:
1x 10mm Pistol
4x 10mm Pistol rounds
1x bottle of dirty water
2x Mentants
1x Salisbury steak
1x Squirrel on a stick
1x small radio (functional)
1x Stimpak
1x Half-used first aid kit (missing supplies)
What do you do?:
Michael surveys the scene, and runs over to the remaining guard. He looks over the man, thinking about what he can do. The man is groaning and yelling in pain. "Help me..." The man says. He is bleeding heavily, and won't survive at the rate. He opens the medkit looking for whatever he can help the man with. Inside is a bandage and a shot of Med-X. Michael would bandage up his leg with some of the supplies in the medkit to his best effort. "Thank you." he says, and groans as a trickle of blood runs down his cheek from his mouth. "Don't talk." Michael replies. "It will only make things worse." Michael would then the administer the Med-X, and let the man have a sip of water. He suddenly stops his groaning. "I am going to make this comfortable as possible. But I hate to break it to you. You will die." Michael says. The man nods, a single tear running down his cheek. The bandage is already bleeding through. He injects the stimpak into him, and lets the man have his squirrel on a stick for his final meal, helping the man due to the drugs in his system. Once the man finishes eating, he then pulls out his gun, and points it at the mans head. The man nods. Michael pulls the trigger, putting a bullet painlessly and effortlessly into the mans brain. He checks the surroundings quickly, taking whatever he can find that is of use to him. He hastily jogs up the highway, seeking shelter from the storm
P.S: Sorry for any typos if present
Certainly not a terrible application, but it has a few issues.
For starters, you mentioned he was extremely intelligent, but offered no real justification as to why. It's true that some people can be clever, even in the wasteland, but typically we don't accept a ten in any SPECIAL stat without very good reasoning. If you're afraid this might prove a problem server-side, you should know that the SPECIAL stats on the application are strictly guidelines, and don't serve a mechanical purpose. So perhaps, lowering it by two or three points and placing them elsewhere would be a good idea.
Next, I understand that your character is supposed to be intelligent, but I'd strongly recommend bumping up your character's age by a few years at least. Becoming a doctor while 19, while certainly possible, is highly unlikely.
Again, not a terrible application, but until you fix these issues, you've been..
Feel free to reapply once these issues have been fixed!
So, any word or decisions made about me?
I edited my application, taking a point off of intelligence and putting it into perception. I also edited the age, and explained where his intelligence came from. So check out my application post again to see those changes and re-evaluate my application. It's the same post from before... It would be a bit of a waste of space to repost the new one again rather than edit the old one.
I checked out the wiki and it looks great. Let's hope this one is the best fallout server yet!
Sorry to be posting a lot in the past few days, but can anyone review my updated application? Once again, it's the same one that got rejected but I just edited the post.
Patience.
It seems the staff has a wee bit on their plate. Don't triple post. It'll be reviewed when it does. Just chill out
I understand. I guess it makes sense that they are all working on finishing the build and haven't gotten to it.
OOC[/b]:
IGN: Hero_Prodigy
Age (Optional): 13
Skype name (Optional for the group chat/faction chats): None
Time Zone: Eastern US
Prior Bans and reasons: No prior bans as far as I know
Define Role-play: When you create a character and then act out that character in the way they would behave in whatever game/world they would be in
Define Powergaming: When you impose an action on someone in which they have no chance to react to said action
Define Metagaming: When you would use OOC information to influence IC actions
Previous roleplay experience: Fallout: Nuclear Winter and Wayward Realms servers
Previous Fallout experience: Fallout: Nuclear Winter server and Fallout 3
Have you read the rules?: Of course. “There is no escaping the Shadows of the Old World”.
Write any further questions here:
IC:[/b]
Character Name: Michael Connor
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Race: Caucasian
Appearance (Physique): Michael is about 6'3" and around 160 pounds. He is tan, with brown hair and brown eyes. He often has shadows under his eyes from long nights up. He has a mediocre build, which often makes people underestimate him.
Appearance (Clothing): He has a green coat which covers up a grey T-shirt. He wears grey cargo pants which he hold his caps and ammo in. He has black military-style combat boots, and he dislikes wearing anything besides them.
Strengths: Good with mechanical things, very smart, good shot with a gun, good perception
Weaknesses: Weak physical build, average endurance, charisma, and luck
S.P.E.C.I.A.L. (Like in the games, you have 40 points to allocate. You must have at least one point in each, and cannot have more than ten.):
Character Biography:[/b]
Michael Connor was born in a large mid-west trading town in 2759. His parents couldn't take care of him, and he was put on the doorstep of the town doctors house, who found him after someone knocked on his door and only a month old baby was at the door. The baby had a note on his chest saying Michael. The young doctor's name was Roland Connor. Roland was unmarried, and was looking for some company anyhow. So he took the baby inside, and prepared him for school as best he could while maintaining the business.He decided not to ask around about who owned the baby, inferring that whoever left the baby there must have done it for a good reason. A month after Michael arrived on Roland's doorstep, Roland moved east to a town in the commonwealth, and he established a doctor's office. He nurtured the boys brain, reading what ever he could find to Michael every night. When Michael was 6, Roland began teaching him how to read on his own and how to do basic math. At this time, Roland was noticing Michael was extremely smart, and he learned incredibly quickly. Michael was reading some books on his own within a month of learning how to read. Although neither of them knew it, Michael's father was a mechanic and his mother was a scientist. This, along with the fact that Roland was fostering his Education, led to Michael's high intelligence. Michael was very interested in the world around him, always asking Roland about the new characters who kept coming around town. He was very interested in whatever mechanical and electronic bits he could find around town. Whenever Roland needed something in the office or house fixed, he would always call Michael, who would run in excitedly with a toolbox with some electronic components hanging out.
When Michael was 13, Roland told him the truth about his parents. He also told him more about the history of the world, and even told him about the horrors of some of the things that existed in the world. Michael was upset, but instead of taking it harshly that Roland was not his real father, he knew he needed to step up. He wasn't very strong, so he knew he would need to practice shooting in order to survive if he ever left town. Michael tried to learn as much as he could about things to survive outside town. He decided to become Roland's official apprentice so he could learn even more advanced subjects about how to heal himself and others, and continued to repair things he found around town. Roland bought him a BB gun, and every day after his work with Roland he would go outside and shoot Nuka Cola bottles off of the outside his house. At night, after he was done shooting and with dinner, he would tinker around in bed with whatever mechanical device he was working on. Eventually he hit his growth spurt, and then Roland bought him a new hunting rifle to compensate for Michael's growth.
When Michael was 20, Roland had reached the point when he taught Michael all he knew about medical matters. Instead of being an apprentice, Michael now became Roland's partner. By this point Michael had become once of the best shots in the town, and was also repairing bigger things. Michael was thinking of starting a side business of repairing whatever other people had that needed fixing. But that never came to be. When Michael was 22 Roland got very sick. He began withering away slowly, and Michael took him to the best doctors he could find. But they told him there was nothing he could do, as the disease, known as "Cancer", had progressed too far. 4 weeks after that analysis, Roland died at midnight in his bed.
He was devastated. He missed Roland so much, but he couldn't run the shop on his own. A new doctor came into town, and Michael sold the office to him. He bought a small building in which he could run a repair business. But there was a hole in his heart. A yearning. To put what Roland had taught him and the skills he had learned to work. To honor his mentor and fathers life. A year after Roland's death he heard from a caravan of a promising new land they were heading too. Niagara. This was what he was waiting for. This was his chance. He sold his house and small business immediately, and took everything he had on the caravan to get to Niagara.
Roleplay Scenario[/b]: Time: 3:18 P.M. Location: 14 miles South of Niagara[/i]
As you're walking north along a desolate highway when you spot two large black birds circling in the sky in the distance. To the east, large thunderheads loom on the horizon. Hopeful to avoid the storm, you begin to walk a bit more briskly; scanning the area to find shelter from the radioactive downpour. You observe a small light grey smoke plume coming from the median of the highway only a couple hundred meters away. Before approaching the scene, you take a quick look in your bag (below is a list of your items). As you approach the scene, you can see that it is a Merchant Caravan that has been hit, likely by raiders. The merchant lies bloody and beaten to death near a slaughtered Brahman, blood covers his clothing and a box of items is scattered near him. Of the two guards, one lies near a jersey barrier; empty shell casings from her caravan shotgun scattered around her corpse. The other guard is struggling to pull himself upright using the one of the carts wheels, his left leg had been blown off below the shin and is now nothing but a bloody mix of singed skin and asphalt.[/i]
Bag contents:[/i]
1x 10mm Pistol[/i]
4x 10mm Pistol rounds[/i]
1x bottle of dirty water[/i]
2x Mentants[/i]
1x Salisbury steak[/i]
1x Squirrel on a stick[/i]
1x small radio (functional)[/i]
1x Stimpak[/i]
1x Half-used first aid kit (missing supplies)[/i]
What do you do?:
Michael surveys the scene, and runs over to the remaining guard. He looks over the man, thinking about what he can do. The man is groaning and yelling in pain. "Help me..." The man says. He is bleeding heavily, and won't survive at the rate. He opens the medkit looking for whatever he can help the man with. Inside is a bandage and a shot of Med-X. Michael would bandage up his leg with some of the supplies in the medkit to his best effort. "Thank you." he says, and groans as a trickle of blood runs down his cheek from his mouth. "Don't talk." Michael replies. "It will only make things worse." Michael would then the administer the Med-X, and let the man have a sip of water. He suddenly stops his groaning. "I am going to make this comfortable as possible. But I hate to break it to you. You will die." Michael says. The man nods, a single tear running down his cheek. The bandage is already bleeding through. He injects the stimpak into him, and lets the man have his squirrel on a stick for his final meal, helping the man due to the drugs in his system. Once the man finishes eating, he then pulls out his gun, and points it at the mans head. The man nods. Michael pulls the trigger, putting a bullet painlessly and effortlessly into the mans brain. He checks the surroundings quickly, taking whatever he can find that is of use to him. He hastily jogs up the highway, seeking shelter from the storm
P.S: Sorry for any typos if present
Hey, it's been a good while. Any word on me, or any updates about the server?
Is this server still running? I'm interested in applying.
Alright, so there are minor inconsistencies in this app that are keeping you from being fully accepted.
First off lets deal with your characters strength is very below average yet one of his strengths is gun? Now I understand if they're low caliber but even then you shouldn't have as low strength as you have if your strength is guns. Also with your characters appearance a picture of your skin would be nice so I can match it with your description. Also I just ****ing noticed you're like thousands of years into the future, the servers set in 2278 so, get your facts straight.
Overall the app was decent and when you fix these minor inconsistencies you should be good to go.
OOC:
IGN: Rojos
Age (Optional):
Skype name (Optional for the group chat/faction chats): super.rojo21
Time Zone: -3:00
Prior Bans and reasons: None
Define Role-play: The changing of behaviour to fit the role of a created character
Define Powergaming: Excluding story and trying to achieve one goal ignoring everything else. (I think)
Define Metagaming: Making the character suddenly know things the player should only know.
Previous roleplay experience: Creative servers... But I'm pretty good I think...
Previous Fallout experience: Videos... (I'm aiming to Fallout 4 Though :O)
Have you read the rules?: Yes.
Write any further questions here: How would General gaming go around in this world? Sadly, There is no escaping the Shadows of the Old World right?
IC:
Character Name: Thermax Callenter
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Appearance (Please include an in-game screenshot of your skin):
Strengths: Guns and aiming stuff you know...
Weaknesses: Very weak at melee
S.P.E.C.I.A.L. (Like in the games, you have 40 points to allocate. You must have at least one point in each, and cannot have more than ten.):
Character Biography (Please include at least two quality paragraphs): As a child he has been trained in the usage of guns and other ranged weapons. The training included close combat, but Thermax Callenter never got his hand to it. He ussually played with dices built with paper with his friends, but he didn't have the best of luck, and ussually lost. This was bad as he wasn't one of the best losers, turning slightly agressive, but would never attack because he knew well his weaknesess. He prefered hiding somwhere with the grown ups playing with a beat up chess board with few pieces.
Once out of the vault as a teen, he couldn't find much resources, and ussually got into trouble trying to. This developed his agility which was always helped by his good perception and intelligence. He wanders alone in look for a safe place to stay and live happily instead of the terrible life he was having.
Roleplay Scenario: Time: 3:18 P.M. Location: 14 miles South of Niagara
As you're walking north along a desolate highway when you spot two large black birds circling in the sky in the distance. To the east, large thunderheads loom on the horizon. Hopeful to avoid the storm, you begin to walk a bit more briskly; scanning the area to find shelter from the radioactive downpour. You observe a small light grey smoke plume coming from the median of the highway only a couple hundred meters away. Before approaching the scene, you take a quick look in your bag (below is a list of your items). As you approach the scene, you can see that it is a Merchant Caravan that has been hit, likely by raiders. The merchant lies bloody and beaten to death near a slaughtered Brahman, blood covers his clothing and a box of items is scattered near him. Of the two guards, one lies near a jersey barrier; empty shell casings from her caravan shotgun scattered around her corpse. The other guard is struggling to pull himself upright using the one of the carts wheels, his left leg had been blown off below the shin and is now nothing but a bloody mix of singed skin and asphalt.
Bag contents:
1x 10mm Pistol
4x 10mm Pistol rounds
1x bottle of dirty water
2x Mentants
1x Salisbury steak
1x Squirrel on a stick
1x small radio (functional)
1x Stimpak
1x Half-used first aid kit (missing supplies)
What do you do?:
I quickly run up to the guard and try to ask him what happened. He looks devastated and says he can't remember. I hand him in one mentant, and hear closely to his story; Raiders! I open the first aid kit and take out a short bandage. I realize it would't be enough for the wound. I inject him with the Stimpak and give him my squirrel on a stick, as they are so easy to find... I try my best to help the man. But it doesn't look like he would ever heal.
I decide to.... End his misery. I take out my gun, and point it to his head. He looks at me with pleading eyes. My hands shake on the weapon... I decide not to give up and put the gun down. I look at the sky to check if the storm was coming or not. It looks fine. I grab the radio and try to contact someone. Niagara city responds. With victory in my voice I call them over for help. Luckily they'll come. Gun on hand I greet them, I hand them in two pistol rounds, as they didn't look as convinced to just help. We both get back to the village safely.
-
So this was my thingy. I really like roleplaying servers, but ussually when I actually apply I realize it is dead. I have my hopes in this though. I tried my best. Sometimes we just want to escape our own reality and creat the person we wanted to be. But maybe not...
My Scroll.
Well lets start here, I could go on for minutes but lets get down to the basics.
- You're missing the image of your skin.
- Your strengths aren't explained in your backstory.
- Backstory is way to short.
- Your characters weakness isn't in weaknesses.
Thats just some of the major problems that you need to work on. Please redo those selected sections and I'll look over your app again, aswell as editing anything else you see wrong. For now you are DENIED.
Just a reminder! We're not dead - Fallout 4 has given us some food for thought, lorewise, but it's also made many of us more dedicated than ever to continue work on creating a quality Fallout RP experience. We're working on post-Beta lore and the wiki, and many of the factions are accepting apps (they must be approved both by staff and the faction leader). We'll be starting up build mode again soon, but in the mean time we'll be polishing up the lore.
OOC:
IGN: Penguinns
Age (Optional): 15 in February.
Skype name (Optional for the group chat/faction chats): N/A
Time Zone: Eastern
Prior Bans and reasons: I've been banned from a couple creative servers because of language. Nothing serious, all in the past.
Define Role-play: Roleplay is portraying a character or object in an enviroment. Fun stuff.
Define Powergaming: Powergaming is doing things that your character would not be able to do or handle within realistic proportions.
Define Metagaming: Metagaming is giving your character info that they did not learn through roleplay.
Previous roleplay experience: I've played a couple medieval RP servers, and been on forum and other game rps.
Previous Fallout experience: I'm currently waiting to be accepted on another fallout server. I'm obsessed.
Have you read the rules?: I have.
Write any further questions here: I'd like to be able to come from an outside vault, like Upstate New York or so.
There is no escaping the Shadows of the Old World!
IC:
Character Name: Tyler M. Jakes
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Appearance (Please include an in-game screenshot of your skin): 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. He has a dark jacket, a profound belt and some brown pants, with brown work boots.
Strengths: Willpower, Strength.
Weaknesses: Trust issues.
S.P.E.C.I.A.L. (Like in the games, you have 40 points to allocate. You must have at least one point in each, and cannot have more than ten.):
Character Biography (Please include at least two quality paragraphs): 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.
Roleplay Scenario: Time: 3:18 P.M. Location: 14 miles South of Niagara
As you're walking north along a desolate highway when you spot two large black birds circling in the sky in the distance. To the east, large thunderheads loom on the horizon. Hopeful to avoid the storm, you begin to walk a bit more briskly; scanning the area to find shelter from the radioactive downpour. You observe a small light grey smoke plume coming from the median of the highway only a couple hundred meters away. Before approaching the scene, you take a quick look in your bag (below is a list of your items). As you approach the scene, you can see that it is a Merchant Caravan that has been hit, likely by raiders. The merchant lies bloody and beaten to death near a slaughtered Brahman, blood covers his clothing and a box of items is scattered near him. Of the two guards, one lies near a jersey barrier; empty shell casings from her caravan shotgun scattered around her corpse. The other guard is struggling to pull himself upright using the one of the carts wheels, his left leg had been blown off below the shin and is now nothing but a bloody mix of singed skin and asphalt.
Bag contents:
1x 10mm Pistol
4x 10mm Pistol rounds
1x bottle of dirty water
2x Mentants
1x Salisbury steak
1x Squirrel on a stick
1x small radio (functional)
1x Stimpak
1x Half-used first aid kit (missing supplies)
What do you do?: Tyler rushed immediately to the live guard. "Get down!" He yelled at him. "What are you, stupid? You'll bleed out in minutes!"
He grabbed out his radio, tuned it into the Niagara Republic.
"Come in?"
"Hear you."
"You've got a guard here with a blown off leg on the side of the freeway. Get here now or you're going to be down a man. 14 south, you'll see a merchant wagon. 2 dead."
He pushed the guard under the wagon.
Tyler knew they weren't coming. The storm wasn't worth dealing with.
He set the radio down quickly. He took off his belt, and tied it around the stump. He grabbed onto his axe. "Your lower leg is mangled. It has to go." The guard not even processing what was about to happen, Tyler lopped off his leg below the knee. The guard screamed in agony, Tyler put his hand over his mouth. "I know."
He rushed for the bandages, quickly wrapping them around his leg. With the bleeding leg bandaged, he left the guard to look for extra medical supplies in the wagon. Not finding anything of use, he swore to himself and rushed back to the guard. He unwrapped his last stimpak, and injected it into the guard's leg. He put his hand onto the guard's arm. "Hold on. Your comrades are coming." he lied.
He lifted the guard's leg up against the wheel. He waited 2 hours waiting for the soldiers to come for their man. The guard died, eventually, but he stayed, waiting out the storm.
Build Application:
IGN (In-game-name): Penguinns
Age: 14
Skype: That, I unfortunately don't have.
Experience: I've been building on Minecraft for a few years now.
Proof of builds*(i.e pictures.): http://imgur.com/a/bxLss Ignore the final picture.
Any past offenses/bans: Shown above.
Anything else you'd like us to know: I'm currently available pretty much any time needed, besides the school day and weekend mornings. (When I'm sleeping.)
I know that I don't have the skin image. I have similar skins from other servers, but I still have to edit one of them to make it his.
http://i.makeagif.com/media/6-12-2015/hv0_Jl.gif
(Note - This is only responding to your white-list application. Another staff member will contact you to respond to the builder application.)
Not a bad application, the whole thing feels a bit bland. If that's what you were attempting to go for, then that's alright. But the 'Family died and I'm out for revenge' backstory is a very common one. While it's not necessary, I'd recommend changing it up a bit. The first paragraph of the biography is still a bit bland, bit it'll still suffice.
The main issue with the application, however, is that you didn't really expand on your character's strengths and weaknesses. You mention he has good strength and willpower, but didn't expand on why he did. You also mentioned 'trust issues' as one of his weaknesses, but again, didn't expand on it.
Finally, while this is more of a request than a necessity, if you could re-post your application with the newer format available on the first page of the thread, that would be fantastic.
Feel free to apply after these issues have been fixed, but until then, you are DENIED.