I feel like I want to run after reading this application also kill some people in the road just like that. Even though I don't like you character at all and didn't really like the backstory for many reasons the only thing that prevents you from getting whitelisted is the RP dialogue. This is an RP server so we need something better. I know you can do it. Trust yourself
I've never seen you on here before. You just show up out of nowhere and start whitelisting? I may be mistaken, but I don't think that you are on the staff. If you are, it must be under your IGN for minecraft.
Why us: I've tried to access a lot of role-play servers, hoping that I have a better chance on this one.
Have you read the rules: Yes I have!
Role-play Experience: (No*/10)=(6.5/10)
Name: Cassidy Santiago
Skills: Good miner, Can memorize a lot of crafting recipes.
Personality: Fond of creepers, Sweet, Never gives Up.
Appearance: Green hoodie with creeper face on top (from before the war), fiery red hair, red eyes, black undershirt.
Backstory: Before the war, she was born in a small house in the desert. Her parents were poor and couldn't pay for food. They wanted Cassidy to have a good life and to have food, shelter from the upcoming war, and a safe people to help her with life. So they put her in Vault 03, a safe haven from the dangers of the world. She was there for almost a year now when her life would change...forever.
Cassidy was almost a year old now and the vault was attacked everybody in the vault had either escaped, or died from the attacking Creepers. A creeper who goes by the name, Chris, saw Cassidy. She was wrapped in her green hoodie that was given to her by her parents. Chris saw that fiery red hair and her cute little nose, amazed that she wasn't running in terror like the rest. He called his wife, Sam, and the decided to keep her, since there wasn't anybody else who would. The leader of the creeper tribe couldn't allow it though. So the two of the ran off into the Mojave Dessert to live a new life with Cassidy.
Years later, Cassidy was turning 12 and she was out looking for any sugar canes, which wasn't one of her good ideas. She was being folioed by a raider with a baseball bat. On her way coming to the door, Chris and Sam saw the raider. They both ran out the door, shoved her in, shut the door, and blew the man to bits. Cassidy was alone, and since then she has taught herself how to mine like a pro, almost all the crafting recipes around, and she still had the one green hoodie, to remember how she ended up like this.
Role-play Dialogue (1 logical paragraphs)
"Come on!" says Cassidy,"How much longer till diamond, I'll never know!" She hears a humming. "Hello, who's there?","Oh hello", says the miner. Cassidy says," That's a very nice diamond you have there", "Thanks" says the miner."I've cleared this entire mine of diamonds, how luck am I!".Cassidy gets frustrated and her creeper instincts kick in. Cassidy goes,"Ssssssssssss", "What was that?" says the miner. Cassidy pulls out her TNT and says, "Nothing!" She pickpockets the diamonds out of his back pocket. The miner realized it,"Huh? You took my diamonds!" Cassidy thinks quickly and knocks the miner into nearby lava. The miner, Screaming in pain,"Ahhhhhh help! "Oh I'll help you alright," says Cassidy. She grabbed his hand and leaves a block of live TNT in his hand and runs.The miner screams, "What the fu-!" The miner was blown to bits and she has ran out the mine with the diamonds still intact. Cassidy says, "Diamonds, a girls best friend. Ha ha.
SAVE THE MOJAVE!
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no it doesn't? and we have 2 emergency whitelisters XD for obvious reasons
I don't see why you picked him as a whitelister. He was way to harsh and I haven't ever heard of him before. You should have picked one of the more experienced players who have been there for a while. *cough*me*cough*
Why us? It is fallout in minecraft! And it looks well done.
Did you read the rules? Yes
What is your RP expierience? I played on other role playing servers and I also play dungeons and dragons. I know, I am a nerd =)
Name: Luke "Shadow" Richardson
Skills: Snipers, Sneaking, Assassinations, good with computers/terminals.
Personality: Mysterious, quiet, if you get him to talk, sarcastic.
Looks: Blue eyes, checkered hankerchief across his mouth tied behind his head, brown hair, leather armor (only for show)
Backstory: Luke was a quiet child. He grew up in freeside, always having to avoid thugs. Luckily he was quick so he could out run them.
When Luke was 13 he managed to have saved up enough caps to buy a switch blade. A thug attacked Luke with a bat, and Luke stabbed him in the chest killing him. Luke then tuke the thugs caps. He realized he could make some money like this. So he threatened people who walked in the wrong alleyways. By the time Luke was 16, he was one of the most feared thugs in freeside. The Kings tried to get him off the streets, but Luke had been busy. He bought a 9mm pistol with all the money he got from the people he robbed. Luke easily took care of all the kings that were sent after him. When Luke was 18, his mom died from chems. Four years later his dad shared the same fate.
Luke was waiting in an alley for another victim. What he found was someone who pointed a Cowboy Repeater at his head. "Hey Luke."
The man smiled. It was Ramon. Another of the thugs. "What do you want Ramon?" "Oh nothing." Ramon said. "I just wanted to hi."
"Very funny Ramon. What do you really want?" "Looks like you see right through me now-a-days. I was wondering if you were tired of the thug life." Luke laughed. "Tired? I got 200 caps this day alone! I'm not tired of this life!" Ramon smiled "Well what if I told you, that you could make 500 caps a day?" Luke thought about this. "Ok, whats your offer." Ramon kept smiling. "We become assassins."
Luke thought again. "We could make 500 caps a day?" "Oh yeah, we could. We wouldnt just assassinate people. We could hack into terminals. Produce viruses. We would be rich!." Luke thought...again. "I'm in." As of then Luke and Ramon were grade A assassins.
Killing, hacking, sabotaging companies. They were making lots of money. Eventually Luke got the nickname "Shadow" Ramon was nicknamed "Longshot" . Everything came tumbling down one day. Luke and Ramon were attempting to kill the leader of a really bad gang. Ramon missed his shot at the leader. Luke ran out held off some of the gang members while getting to the edge of the camp. Ramon was almost out of the camp but was shot in the leg. "Shadow! Help!" Luke smiled "Sorry Longshot. Gotta run." "SHADOW!!!"
Now Luke has fled to the Mojave, and as long as he's around, no one will be able to Save the Mojave!
Rp diolouge: *Before the "incident" Luke and Ramon were on a mission to kill a Major in the NCR.*
Ramon: Shadow, you in disguise?
Luke: Roger that, Longshot.
Ramon: Ok, get into position, Shadow.
*Luke (disguised as an NCR trooper) goes on the top of a watchtower.
NCR Sniper: Hey your not suppo-
*Luke shoots him with a silenced pistol in the head reapetedley and pushes him over the edge.
Luke: Okay, I'm in position.
Ramon: Copy that. Target is heading out of main building.
Luke: Got it.
*A few minutes pass by*
Ramon: Target is coming through main enterence.
*The Major walks out of the building.*
Luke: Target is in sight.
Ramon: Wait..........Take the shot.
*Luke shoots and hits the Major in the head.*
Luke: Target down
Ramon: All right. Lets clear out.
Luke: Roger that. Shadow out.
Finally done! =) Sorry I didnt put the rp example in a paragraph. It's just easier to write and read. For me anyway.
Spartan! hey it's me Private_Brandon from the old server and i would like to know something: is this the bew server that you made because wild wasteland is under maintenence or is it the same one just under a different name. if it is either of those will you whitelist me because i was whitelisted on wild wasteland. thanks spartan bye.my IGN is BrandonJ1999
Personality: Speaks softly, but carries a big stick.
Looks: I look like i need beer after travelling for the better part of 4 years.
Backstory(At least 2 paragraphs): Joey Funk was raised in a Submersed Oceanic Vault in what used to be South Florida.
After emerging from Vault 420 in Miami, Joey Funk made his way to the Mojave in search of non-radiated lands of the south east, where he wrestled dozens of mutant Alligators with a chainsaw in hope of finding a new life in the North west.
Rp dialogue (At least 1 logical paragraphs): Where can i get a blunt and a brew around here!? I'm willing to work for room and board, i've travelled for a long time and i just want to work in peace and meet new people.
Because I can't find a server that stays up for longer than a month.
Did you read the rules?:
Yep, yep. Save the Mojave, eh wot.
What is your RP exprience (No */10):
A number of minecraft servers. Urudan (dead), Shadows of Valenwood (also dead), The Twilight Walkers (super dead) to name a few of the bigger (using the term lightly) ones
Energy Weapons (I dont expect to start with one, just goes with the set, y'know?), Science, Repair
Personality: Obsessive, easily distracted,but generally pleasant.
Pale, Dark haired, wears overalls and a pair of yellow rubber work gloves and boots.
Jordan was born to the hard life, amist the decaying ruins of metropolis that was once a gleaming beacon of freedom, democracy, and fruit pie of your choice, just like everyone else. Jordan's family were the operators of a farm out in one of the few undeveloped areas left in the reigon, trying desperately to stay one step ahead of both the NCR and the Leigon.
Jordan's parents were gone for most of her childhood, leaving her in the care of her eccentric (we're being diplomatic here) uncle. Her uncle was the kind of man who thought technology should have reached a ceiling about the point we invented steam power, and who's ancestors were undoubtably the kind of rodents who thought longingly about the joys of being an invertebrate. The only thing he hated more than the march of progress were the NCR, whom he was deathly determined to scam at every oportunity. Jordan assissted her uncle in a number of attempts to steal electricity and water from NCR controlled pipelines, gaining much of her mechanical knowledge in the process.
Jordan's personality is not one that many get a chance to experience, since she is usually too busy tinkering to bother with things like human interaction, food, and basic hygeine. Those that have find that she's fairly agreeable as long as you stick to the point or don't mind divided attention. She does harbor a distrust of officials from the NCR, but she is of the opinion that for the Mojave to continue as it is they need to survive, but barely.
Rp dialogue (At least 1 logical paragraphs):
"Another round, Jordan?"
Jordan looked up from the small fortress he had seemingly been building out of discarded glasses.
"Wha? Oh sure, sure." she slurred, attempting to make a gresture but only suceeding in knocking a glass to the floor.
"Y'know I'm good for that, right?"
"Already added to your tab." the barman responded.
"Good." Jordan said with a stretch. "Wouldn't want ya to think I'm ."
"I never can figure where a poor drifter like you gets all her drinkin' money."
"Oh you know. People always need some'fin. Computers that gotta be fixed, stuff thats gotta' be hauled and what. Helps when ya' sleep on a bench. Thats really cuts down on the rent."
"Uh-huh." The barman said, dropping off another bottle of liquor next to Jordan. She grappled with the bottle, finally suceeding in getting most of it in a glass and downing it in a swig.
"Well. I'm well and truly pickled." said Jordan, swiveling around on her stood and standing up. She dug through her pockets and produced a few caps which she set on the counter.
"G'night, Sam." she said, stumbling for the door.
"Thats not my name." sighed the bartender. "G'night Jordan."
Did you read the rules?: Yep (save the mojava)
What is your RP exprience: Same as mirror cage above, lot of servers that have since died.
Skills: Melee, small guns, and medicine (mostly fixng cuts on him self)
Personality: Ambitious, a bit to caring for the plight of people, easily angered, never relents
Looks: Black hair, weares some scavaged jeans and a rather dapper blue coat he found in a rust filled locker, Abraxo works wonders on clothing. A tattered white undershirt and leather cloves and boot are his only other pieces of clothing, beat to hell of course.
Backstory(At least 2 paragraphs): The wastelands of the world were a living hell to many of the worlds people. Murder, corruption, and all maner of mankinds evils all took surface in this new world. However, there was oppertunity. Guns amunition production was limited, there were no longer an ever looming threat of nucular war. not that it would change anything anymore. Morlair never new his parents well, jsut that they were legion, and as you may know, unplaned births is frowned upon i ceasars army. When he was but 7 his parents were made example of, the legion had a thing for burning people alive.
After his training as a legionair was complete, he was sent on his first mission ageinst The NCR, if you could call it that. "Rush into their camp blades drawn, take as many down as you can. For the glory of Ceasar!" heh.. yeah right. He couldent help but smile as he stood at the rear rank and watched his foolish 'brothers' follow a suicidal order blindly. When finally every one but him and his centurain had rushed in Morlair took the oppertunity to bloody his blade gladly, Right in his superiors neck.
RP dialogue: "So, i take it by the fact im alive you saw me kill that *******?"
"Yeah, seems some of you legion scum can think after all, now get in the cage"
"And what praytell, should i expect after hmm? a trail and execution?"
"A trail yes, though as you dident even resist i dont think an execution is in order here. Sargent, take this man to his cell."
"Oh commander, i should warn you. Were were but a small band of fresh recruits."
"I know boy, i been fighting your kind for years now i know how ya work"
"How 'They' work..." Morlair silently complies throught his captivity and trail, deemed fit to be released. "took em long enough"
I'm gonna make this quick. Your RP Experience is not aloud to be a '#/10'. We need words (Which of course you knew that).
Second, your going to need to link your Fallout Skin for your looks... (You obviously know that as well)
And third, a paragraph is at least 4 sentences long, and also needs to be RP compatible. (Asking for Brew does not count).
I usually give people like you an open minded second chance, but your obviously just messing around. No one with such great grammar usage is this much of an idiot. You obviously know how much a paragraph is. -.-
The only problem that this application has, is that most of the skill set is based around combat, which we try and avoid when making characters, however due to your characters backstory and RP Example, it is definitely a group of skills and traits that would come with such a journey. Accepted!
Lobo1192 and MirrorCage, you will be whitelisted as soon as possible. It may take a day or two, but may I be the first to say... Welcome to the Mojave.
Look Bronie, I was about to 'fix' my application until you called me an idiot. I know how to play by RP rules, i just work a lot so i don't have time to sit here all day making up fan-fiction, i'll make it up as i play along, don't worry im not here to grief all day.
Why us? I like the idea of a fallout server and none of the other servers I've looked at have matched
me very well.
Did you read the rules?: Yes, I promise to respect the rules to the best of my ability. (save the Mojave!)
What is your RP experience (No */10): I was on a mid-evil RP server about a year ago called Age of Chaos, great server but it didn't last. I've tried a few other servers but nothing has really filled the void left by Age of Chaos.
Name: Garrett Moore
Skills: Survival, engineering, mining
Personality: Rational, selfish, prefers to avoid conflict, suspicious of people, hates/fears spiders.
Looks: Standing at about 6 ft tall Garrett is a thin man with a runners body, has dirt brown hair that sits haphazardly on his head, and a narrow, worn face with a sly jawline that ends in a soft point.
Backstory(At least 2 paragraphs):
Garrett was born in a snowy, mountain town by the name of Middletown. The town was held by a tyrannical government headed by Garrett's father. The man in charge abused his power, his coworkers, and his child, so at the age of 16 an emotionally stunted Garrett quietly broke out of Middletown in hopes that people were more human elsewhere, he would be disappointed in what he found.
by the age of 18 Garrett had wandered many miles in search of a place to call his own and by age of 21 he had found one, a secluded town by the name of Fenris. Fenris was a grand town, the people were good, the water was clean, and the food was killed daily. While mistrusting at first over the course of a year Garrett began to come accustomed to having people who cared for him, sadly this was short lived as a large group of raiders seized the city. At the age of 22 Garrett was once again running from his problems, but this time was different, Garrett had a few other survivors in tow.
Garrett and the other survivors began traveling west and by the age of 24 Garrett and two remaining survivors had reached the Mojave, in yet another sad moment a group of bandits raided their camp. Garrrett ran, leaving his friends to their fate. Alone again Garrett is now wandering the Mojave.
Rp dialogue (At least 1 logical paragraph):
After the sacking of Fenris Garrett and 4 survivors huddle around a campfire, everyone sits down and Garrett starts the conversation with a sigh. "What happened has happened and we won't do ourselves any good thinking about it, we need to put emotion to the side (motions to a tear-eyed female survivor) and make a plan."
A survivor, a barkeep, stands and begins to speak "we should head back to Fenris, maybe the bandits have left, maybe others survived," he said in a shaky voice.
Garrett quickly glares at the man and says "Improbable, bandits don't level a town with the intention of leaving survivors behind. Any survivors would have been captured, killed, or worse."
The crying woman manages to stammer out, "we should head west, to the Mojave, I have family there they can take care of us."
"Well... anyone else have a better idea?" Garrett pauses and looks around, "no? Mojave it is then let's get some sleep and head out at dawn."
Side note: I apologize if this is out of place or if I could find this info easily.
When will you guys be moving to 1.3.1?
If you don't have time to write a simple Backstory or Roleplaying Example, then what makes you think that we would let you in? You obviously don't have time to RP either if you cannot even write up a simple story. Still denied, though if you wish to still get in, feel free to make something of value.