Why us? I have been waiting for my bethesda RPGs to join my minecraft games! This was ever since I got Fallout New Vegas Ultimate Edition!
Did you read the rules?: Yes I don't know if this goes here but Save the Mojave!
What is your RP exprience (No */10): 8
Name: Tyler A. Faustyn
Skills: Fighting, Helping, defending, making fun for others!
Personality: Bad with the English Language but good when it comes to others helping me out and we laugh over my knowledge. A nice and funny guy who doesn't have any naughty jokes... that's what happens when you live in Detroit
Looks: 6"1 195 Lbs, dark blond hair, Hazel eyes, military style hair (Fallout NV hair i believe)
Backstory(At least 2 paragraphs): The Courier from Detroit has made his way from the BoS owned West to the Multi-faction West. Due to this movement, he has seen many battles and has learned to use his survival skills to live out his life after the events of the fallen enclave. Pushing forward for the BoS he soon became a Mercenary since the East chapter of the BoS had not controlled the BoS chapter in the West. His way through the divide did make him more stable.
He was not the only people making this move. He had the Enclave Hellfire from the East following him. Since this happend he's been trying to hide himself and keep moving West to clear out of here. He is wanted because he was one of the many to help defend the Jefferson memorial from the events in the Capital wasteland. This is the man. he has one goal in his life. Search and Destroy any enemies that are in his path. Then he Met up with his Stalkers. He drew his sword and gun......
Rp dialogue (At least 1 logical paragraphs): "Just leave me alone!" exclaimed the courier. The Hellfire squad drew their weapons. "You stand no chance, you may have exterminated the Enclave in the East but it is worse in the West. You shoot once and your whole story is over. You can either join us or you shall die on the spot." said a Hellfire High rank. The courier took one shot and swings of his blade. then everything went black.... "You ok kid?" said a darkend figure. "I believe so" said the courier. "what happened back there and why did you come from the BoS Eastern chapter" the figure said. I came here to escape my assassins.... it didn't work out so well.... thanks for saving my life by the way..." trailed the courier. "I didn't do this alone. My son just performed his first surgery on you." said the figure. "That scares me a little bit" said the courier. Don't worry I trained him well. My name is Dr. Makinson, ex-NCR Sergent. "whose the NCR?" said the courier. "you'll find out soon enough. But in the mean time take what you need and get off on your journey. If you ever need help to getting healed, just come and ask to be healed. "thank you Sergent!" and the courier started his new journey right here......
If you need any help recreating New vegas map I could work on the Divide or anything inside of the map. I have it for xbox and I would like to help recreate it with you. But thats only if you need the help. I thought this because you may need it to go faster
The Meaning of Life, the Universe, and Everything.
Not sure if you were informed of this but my computers battery, cables, and other cmoonents either fried out of ceased functioning for some apparent reason, thus my utter dissapearance.
Im writing this from my iPad right now, the only other computer in my house is a stationary desktop that for some reason hardly gets any signal from my router. I went on yesterday fo like 30 seconds, hopefully I'll be able to see you all soon, or some of you after what's happened. :/
-Lord Admiral General Harrison Amadeaus Mifflin of Westeros
Why You?: Seemed like the best, most in Depth RP fallout server, and I love both those things.
Did you read the rules?: Yes, and I can follow them unconditionally.
RP Experience: 7/10 I played on a few hadrcore RP servers that shut down after about 4 months each (RIP), and I have played a few tabletop RPGs with other Rp-ers, and Rped myself.
Skills: First Aid, Small Guns, Sneak, Computer Hacking, Science
Personality: Good. Will help anyone in need, even if it is reckless or dangerous. I am a family man, even though his family is dead, I put my closest friends before my self. Slow to anger, I only fight if absolutley nessisary, and try hard not to kill.
Looks: Mid length, raggedy hair,brown eyes, wearing a dirty, black t-shirt, black hoodie, grey jeans, and red converse.
Backstory: Andrew worked as a journalist during the post war time. He worked from home with his wife, Hannah, and his two sons. While researching a story on a possible nuclear attack by watching news stories and reading newspaper articles, he saw a commercial for a company called Vault Tec™, and decided to apply, as the stories were becoming more and more convincing.
The local vaults were already full, so Andrew began working on his own Fallout shelter in his backyard. After about seven months, it was finished. After training to use weapons such as pistols, and learning basic first aid. AS the imminent attack drew closer, tension in the public increased. A few weeks before the attack, raiders and looters attacked his house. Andrew was in the shelter at the time, by the time he got to the house, it was devoid of anything useful, and his family was dead. After grieving, he locked himself in his vault for years without leaving... until now.
One Paragraph of RP Dialogue:
Me: What happened to me was horrible, but I have moved past it. I need to start over, to have a normal life amid this crazy place. If you wont let me in to your town, I will not be angry nor retaliate. I just need a place to stay. I can heal your wounded, and fix anything broken. Please, I mean you no harm.
Why us? Cause i think the fallout series is amazing.
Did you read the rules?: yes
What is your RP exprience (No */10): 5
Skills:good with energy weapons and big guns to shoot a lazer minigun
Personality:travis is quiet and not that social
Backstory(At least 2 paragraphs): Travis usally trains to protect the base. He really doesnt have friends accept when he 10. he had a friend named luke. But he got killed by a super mutant. One day at the base they were getting attacked by super mutants They got over ran and was forced to become a scavenger with his family. when they were scavenging a old store they found some raiders sleeping. but him and his family were hungry so the only thing to do was eat them. One of the raiders saw it and ran to the nearest raid base. So now travis's family and him are wanted by the raiders.
Rp dialogue (At least 1 logical paragraphs): One day a courier finds the secret base. And walks in and i quickly pull out my lazer pistol. But he was wearing a outcast. so i let him talk to the grand scribe. So the grand scribe gives him a quest and he makes me come with him. So we are looking for some brahim but then we spot a leigon camp. so he takes out 1 of his grenades and grenades them. So he take out his carbine and finish them. That the day i found out he was 1 bas ass mother ***** and my new partner.
Save the Mojave!
Why us?Well i played on Colbinile's with you spartan and you have always been a good guy. So i hope this one stays up.
Did you read the rules?:Yup
What is your RP exprience (No */10):I've always been a good RPer in all the servers I've been too. For Instance in Colbinile's server i have to say i was pretty good at staying with the story and staying in character.
Skills: Has some skill with small-arms
and has meager experience in hand-to-hand combat.
A nice man but will do whatever it takes to get the job done. He is also incredibly loyal to his superiors.
Looks: Brown hair and clean shaven. Where's a red jacket and dirty jeans.
Backstory(At least 2 paragraphs): He was born in a small settlement on the edge of the wasteland. His mother died in child birth and his father raised him all on his own. Raun's father knew that the only way to survive in the world was to is to know the basics of fighting. So he was taught how to shoot a pistol efficiently and accurately. As he got older shooting cans always became his past time. But the restricted life of the settlement was too little for Raun. He wanted to leave and set out across the wastes making fortune and fame.
One day after dark his Raun went to his father and told him his inner needs. His father sighed and knew that this day would happen soon.He said "I will let you go because i know that you will come back with more experiences that you will ever get here". So with his fathers approval they started packing for the hard road ahead. After a week's time Raun was ready to leave home and take his life into his own hands. As he was walking away from the settlement Raun thought to himself that if he'll die far away from home. He shrugged it off and reassured himself that his trusty 9mm pistol will keep him safe.
Rp dialogue (At least 1 logical paragraphs):
The pain struck her like lightning. Her hand reaching for her stomach. Feeling the pushes from inside her. "Honey! The baby's coming!" she shouted to her husband just coming home from hunting. The father drops the ______ carcass on the floor immediately and runs to her in a haste. Being prepared for this he reaches for a fixed wheelchair that was fixed just for this moment. Helping her prop his wife onto the wheelchair he keeps telling her "Everything is going to be alright and we we'll soon be a loving family". The soon-to-be mother know this in the back of her mind, but cant stop thinking of the pain in her stomach and the urgency of the situation. She yells "Quickly! Open the door and get the doctor!" "Oh...uhmm of-course!" the husband says clearly totally pre-occupied by situation. Wheeling her out of the house the husband starts yelling frantically "Doctor! Someone, get the doctor!". The local neighbors hear the cry and rush to get the local physician, since he has passed a few deliveries before. The doctors assistant comes to help bring the mother and points the way to the emergency room. The husband can feel the urgency in the situation and starts pushing his wife awkwardly to the emergency. Cursing under his breath he wished that they made off-road wheelchairs since this one is having hard time wheeling across the cracked and overgrown road. A new pitch of pain from his wife makes him use all his strength to pick up the pace. With the Hospital coming closer he knows that soon he'll be a father and his wife, a mother. After walking through the tin doors of the emergency the physician says "Please set her down here i'm all ready for the procedure". The husband helps his wife up and unto the table is asked to wait outside by the physician since he needs more room to work. The husband starts to say "But i need to..." cut off by a screech from his wife he thinks it over and walks outside. Checking himself over and realizing he is exhausted, he slumps down against the tin shack that is the emergency room and starts to doze. He is awakened by a baby's cry and rushes in to see how it went. The baby was in the physicians hands but looks concerned at the new mother. The father comes near his wife on the table sweating with exhaustion and whispers to him "Please let our soon be what he wants to be, i love you..." as the life drains away from her body. The new father starts to feels his life crash down upon him. He doesn't know what to do anymore but their is a light at the end of the tunnel a still-crying baby is all that is left of his wife. He knows that he will be the best father for him and will let his wife's dying breath not go to waste.
Save the Mojave!
Why us?I like to play the real fallouts and its nice to see guns incorporated
Did you read the rules?:Yes
What is your RP exprience (No */10):8/10
Skills:Sprinting, Hand to hand combat, Using deadly tactics and intelligence, Stealing
Personality:A kind smart man that envies the ones who cause trouble or buly any sort of way
Looks:Muscular blue eyes dirty blondle
Backstory(At least 2 paragraphs):When Simoa was born, his parents were careless. Drunken, smoked and did everything wrong. The way of life for Simoa at 6 was different than others. He had to steal to survive. It was not for power or wealth but he had too due to him being broke. He could barely afford being in school. But a though came to Simoa at 7. He wasn't going to end up like his parents.
Simoa began to train hard. If anyone picked on him at school he showed them how he was not to be messed with always warning them before. His strength increased greatly and his intelligence from studying hard every night. Soon he became a teenager for where he works as a mop boy at a poor restuarant. For now his life waits and might pay off.
Rp dialogue (At least 1 logical paragraphs): "Well this has been a hard day, right Steve! Atleast we got these tips! *Unravels tip envolope* Oh .... My.... . Steve check this out! It's a check for $100! We'd better hold on to this. Wow this is just great and I can actually save up now!
whats the deal with the white list ? I haven't been able to get on for 24 hours now. I would like to continue playing, but the it keeps saying not white listed even though I was accepted. multiple posts and PMs with no response.
I am a big fan of fallout as well as minecraft, And I am familiar with the lore of fallout: NV as well as fallout 3 and associated general lore. (Over 100 hours of playtime on each game) I think a minecraft fallout combination sounds really fun.
Did you read the rules?:
What is your RP exprience (No */10):
7/10, I have done some forum based RP in the past.
Survival, Repair, Cooking/ Crafting
A good temper and good natured, but reserved and bitter about the past.
6'1", mid length hair, (brown) thin in stature, blue eyes.
Backstory(At least 2 paragraphs):
Jackson was born in the new vegas area as the only son of a pair of bighorner farmers. He lived peacefully with his parents for the first 11 years of his life, learning his dads trades and skills that were more suited to prairie life then the big city of new vegas, which he heard stories of from his father but never traveled to because of the expense necessary. Then his life changed one day when the raiders came from the east. Some survivors might claim they hailed ceaser, Some say a detachment of fiends looking to pay out a debt. Whoever they were doesn't matter to him. They came fast and lit the town ablaze, his parents tried to react. Father grabbing his rifle and telling him the last thing he ever heard from him. "Get out of here kid, you have more to live for!" And he ran into the desert and left the town to burn to the ground.
Now he tries to find a better life for himself, and try to live up to his fathers last words to him. Battered and alone in the wastes with only his practical skills he has learned. He decides its high time to pick a direction and try to do more then survive. But the wastes are a hard going place to live indeed. Only time can tell which path he may choose, Or what choices he might make. It's time to go big or go home for Jackson. Live free or bust.
Rp dialogue (At least 1 logical paragraphs)
*Jackson wanders up the hill to livable looking hut, needing some kind of shelter, and bangs on the door*
[Shack Dweller]: "Whatta you want ere, I ain't no charity worker."
[Jackson]: "Well I've had some hard times passing the desert in these parts, and I'm in need of some shelter for the night from the wild dogs and all, and well. I'm a bit down on the caps at the moment... Well a bit down on water as well."
[S]: "I don't have time to cater to every beggar."
[J]: "I don't have much to trade but, let me rummage though my pack a bit ... Here it is! Salted bighorner meat, Do you think that might be enough to stay here for the night and use the well? I swear I'm no raider! I mean. Unless your a raider! That's fine if you are but... Oh I've gone on again."
[S]: "Alright, quit your talking, I'll take that meat from ye, get in here and stop causing a draft."
PLEASE NOTE: I'm sorry about the weird formatting, the forum text system is a bit messed up from some reason.
Why us? I haven't played on a RP server for quite some time, and I really want to get back into it with my friend.
Did you read the rules?: Yes!
What is your RP exprience (No */10): I have played on a few RP servers, one of them being FalloutNV, but it has been a while. However, I know how to act IC.
Skills: Marksman, Handsome, Good-Hearted towards others
Personality: Corey tries his best to do whats right, and remember's his late fathers words about morality, and helping others.
Looks: Dark haired, dark eyed, Medium- build
Backstory(At least 2 paragraphs): Corey grew up as a young boy in Vault 42 with his mother, having no good friends except for his best friend Ryan. His father left with a patrol when he was young , but never returned. He was pronounced dead after 5 months of no return. Corey always heeded his fathers advice and words, and he vowed to avenge his death, while playing by the moral rules that his father always taught him.
Now, age 21, Corey hopes to leave Vault 42 with Ryan and make a new name for himself in the dark and scary world of the Mojave Desert. The two friends vow to make a name for themselves, while helping others along the way.
Rp dialogue (At least 1 logical paragraphs):
Corey: "Ryan! Lets check out this camp up ahead, it looks abandoned!"
Ryan: "Careful man, the fires still burning, and some Brahmin Steaks are cooking."
Corey: "Alright, lets be careful, but there might be something we can use over here! Look for spare parts, or food or somethin'"
Ryan: "Alright..... Wait, do you hear that? Sounds like a Legion patrol up ahead! Get down!"
Why us? I love the Fallout franchise and Minecraft. Want to get into a well-developed server that includes serious roleplay from the Fallout universe.
Did you read the rules?: Positively.
What is your RP exprience (No */10): None, but very eager to start, have been told the importance of acting IC.
Skills: Strong moral base, loyal, scavenger of the wastes.
Personality: Holding true to the moral basis he has known his entire life, Ryan fights alongside his bestfriend Corey to survive and thrive in the Mojave as well as help others along the way.
Looks: Dirty blonde hair, green eyes, medium build
Backstory(At least 2 paragraphs): Ryan grew up with his bestfriend Corey in Vault 42. Having no parents of his own, Corey’s family became his own. Together the two dreamed of life outside the vault speculating on what could be beyond the dark, crammed Vault lifestyle. Once the boys reached age 21 they disembarked from Vault 42 to find a world far different from what they expected.
Now thrown into a world of turmoil where the factions rule and the criminals thrive under virtually no system of crime and punishment, the two must fight together against the ferocious Mojave wastelanders.
Rp dialogue (At least 1 logical paragraphs):
Corey: Haven’t you ever wondered what it would be like on the outside of this prison?
Ryan: I think about it everyday, not much we can do about changing it right now though.
Corey: One day we’re gonna get out of here. This place isn’t for us.
Ryan: What about your mom?
Corey: Our mom can’t go out there. Who knows what the world is like. Anything could be out there waiting for us, but there’s also a lot of danger too. We can’t risk her safety.
Still, all those are mine, as I was the owner of the server. And map is still mine as I AM the owner of the server. AND LORE is mine as I made it.
Actualy The entire fallout base is public for minecraft use if it wasent the Fallout creators of the actual game would sue anybody who attempted to make a server nobody owns the rights to a base idea and there are no rules for stealing anything.
(Just want to double make sure he knows)
Why us?: You gave me the reasons somewhere near the top of the post
Did you read the rules?: Yes
What is your RP exprience (No */10): Lord Of The Craft, Fallout New Russia <--My Failure , Land Of Yalin , Gwomath , Battle Of Eldaran , Fallout: Wild Wasteland , Fallout: New Chicago , Must I continue?
Personality: Nice at times sounds convincing when messed with will stab you in the back cuff you and sell your body to the legion.
Looks: Brown hair, Muscles , 5 Foot 9 , Brown eyes , Rough Skin.
Backstory(At least 2 paragraphs): Blade was a simple kid. He loved his parents and his parents loved him back, His fathers name was Mike and his Mothers name was Wilma and both of his Parents loved eachother and there kid Blade. Blade's Mother taught him how to read write and do all sorts of cool stuff. One day when his Father was outside farming and his Mother was showing Blade how to add when Blade was only ten years old, A man in PowerArmor came and barged into the house demanding if we had a chip or something. So after the man Barged in and questioned Blade's parents for about 5 minutes 3 more men in PowerArmor or Very thick steel plated armor came in and started telling the one man in Thick Armor to stop yelling. So they took my parents away and grabbed me and took me away. We walked and walked and walked and walked and walked. Then finaly we came to some desert looking place. So the people in the Thick Steel armor explained to me and my Parents they were from the BrotherHood and they were in Dire need of people and supplies. So they took me and my parents in,into a very nice fancy looking bunker. We sleeped and ate my dad was taught how to Fight and use weapons and wear the Fancy armor they they called PowerArmor but I liked calling it Thick Armor or Thick Steel Armor They also taught my Mother how to keep notes and stay organized and some wierd random stuff. They called her a Scribe. I played with the other kids and ran around. We were always told to never disrupt any of the BrotherHood people. By the time I was 16 the BrotherHood had became fond with me. I had a friend named Toby that I always liked to play with, When I was a Child. One day 3 of the Brotherhood Paladins took me and told me im ready to start fighting and Guarding and stuff. My friend Toby was the same age as me too. So for about 3 days they lectured us on what everything is how to use everything what every part of every gun is and all. After a couple more days of that they finaly let us wear the PowerArmor and I was so excited...Toby thought it was dumb to be excited to wear massive heavy steel Armor but to me it looked really cool and iv always wanted to wear PowerArmor and shoot thoughs Lazer guns and stuff. So they gave us the armor and I put on the helmet.... Then five seconds later needed help getting it off cause it was WAY to heavy for me. So a couple years later by the time I was 20 I had finaly learned how to wear the PowerArmor properly and how to use guns and pritty much everything. One day after a long night of target practise I was told to gear up. So I geared up got completly ready took a little extra ammo and was told we had to go fight. And that there were Enclave troops near one of our Outposts... So we went out 7 of us and got ready. We saw the Enclave men when we were up by a hills edge and got ready to attack. All of us at once just jumped up and shot I was really scared not knowing weather I was going to live or not. Laser after Laster flying everywhere! I got hit by one and fell to ther ground and looked at it....it only burned some of the Metal and dident hurt me at all so I instantly popped back up and kept shooting after like 3 minutes of all of us opening fire on the Enclave men they were finaly dead. So we went over grabbed there guns and ammo one person took there armor and just carried it and we started heading back to base... I was doddling looking for stuff and they said meet us behind the hill. So I grabbed some more ammo and rushed up the hill...I heard laser shots and hid behind a boulder and looked down... I saw a massive flying machine and like fourty Enclave men on the ground grabbing my friends stuff....After about 4 minutes of me hidding and freaking out in my head quietly the Enclave people finaly leave. So I rush back to the Bunker where Iv lived so long and head inside....All I find is bodies so many bodies..I turn a corner and see a Enclave man look at me then I look behind myself and BANG! something hit me in the head.... Once I wake up I find myself in some random place not knowing of what happened....With all my stuff gone and only my cloths on...I wonder what had happened....I worry about what happened to my parents but face the fact that they were probably killed....So I ignore what happened and act like it never happened. Act like I never even met anybody from the BrotherHood and move on... I now let my true journey begin.
(I hate short backstories Too)
Rp dialogue (At least 1 logical paragraphs):
Blade: *Enters the room silently*
Merchant: *Looks up but then looks back down and keep reading his book*
Blade: *Browses the wears but finds something of high value and interest*
Blade: *Goes to the other side of the room and pushes something down to make a distraction* "The is a dish falling and smashing"
Merchant: Hey you what just happened? *In an angry voice*
Blade: *Steps aside to the other part of the room where the valuable is and says sorry*
Merchant: Gah this was fine china! it isent cheap im billing you for this! *In an angry voice*
Blade:*Slips the valuable into his pocket*
Merchant: Gah! give me 200 caps!B
Blade: Here ill give you this should be worth more you can just give me some more change
Merchant: Oooh this is very nice indeed its worth about 600 caps
Blade: *Passes the merchant the valuable he just stole*
Merchant: ok deal. *Hands Blade 400 caps and says 200 will settle the cost of that dish*
Blade: *Smiles* thank you for not billing me more
Merchant: *With a grin thinking he just ripped off Blade says* No problem.
Blade: *Walks out of the store quickly*
Guard: *Interupts Blade's walking by standing in front of him*
Guard: I saw what you did in there!
Blade: *Takes a step back and gets ready to run*
Guard: *Grabs Blade's Arm Then Says* I want 150.
Blade: *Grins and passes the Guard 150 Caps* Anymore problems?
Guard: *Eyes widen quickly then go back to normal* Nope not at all have a nice day sir.
Why us?: I'm looking for a new RP server, and I am in love with the Fallout series. So I thought I'd look for one, and I found yours, as well as a couple others, those I will play on as well, and use the same character.
Did you read the rules?: Yes, I have read the rules.
What is your RP exprience (No */10): I used to RP on Doridians Furry Server, I quit doing that, it just got really weird having sex with wolves. Then I joined a Civilization RP server, and that server got shut down.
- Tall - Hefty (Muscle & Weight) - Deep, Dark Brown Hair - Light Blue Eyes - White Ethnicity - A Bit Tanned - A Small Scar Over His Lower Lip - An Armored Vault 8 Suit with A Blue Pip-Boy
Backstory(At least 2 paragraphs):
Born and raised in Vault 8, Orion had an easy life. Went to school in the Vault and had his birthdays in the vault, his life was great.
Until, his 10th birthday rolled around. His Vault was to open up 10 years after the Vault was established. He had no idea what the world was like, he always thought that his very Vault was the world. He was going to finally learn about the truth.
With his spirit crushed because he learned of a Nuclear War, known as the 'Great War', was taught to him. He was terrified without knowing that the war ended long ago.
When he was 17 years old, he had the ability to leave Vault 8, and see the real world with his own eyes. He went with his parents, and saw the damage that pierced his mind for the rest of his life. He had no idea that such a war could do what he saw.
18 years old now, and he has decided to leave his Vault, and never return. he told his mother and father, that he'd be back by sun down. He never came back.
19 now, with his life goal to help anyone who is hurt by the wasteland. He is in search of riches to help the wastelanders, without a home, or that are poor. When word leaks out from a local bar in what is the old Sacramento, he hears of a place where you can gamble your caps. The place known as, New Vegas.
With his eyes set on journeying to New Vegas, he learns of the location, from a Caravan trader. He sets the marker on his pip-boy, and off he was to New Vegas. The rest the journey lied in his hands, with his arrival to the Mojave Desert....
Rp dialogue (At least 1 logical paragraphs):
As i'm roaming the Mojave desert, I come across a man dead. I decide to search the body for any goods. As going through the mans pockets, I find 247 caps, a pocket knife, a 9mm pistol, a small dog hide, and a rolled up piece of paper. The paper turns out to be a map of the Mojave desert. I load up the locations on my pip-boy, and examine the path to New Vegas.
I continue my journey to the great city of New Vegas, with my new locations and map, I decide to make some quick stops in some towns. My first stop shall be, a small town that the locals know as 'Goodsprings', Back on the road to New Vegas, as well as my stop in Goodsprings. Save the Mojave!
Save The Mojave
Age: 13 (i like to think of myself as mature for my age)
Why us? ive been on fallout servers but this one seems the most well constructed of them all
Did you read the rules?: yes Save The Mojave
What is your RP exprience (No */10): ehhh ive been on some rp servers but nothing heavy
Personality: an honest worker and part time trader
Looks:dark hair, brown eyes, medium build
Backstory(At least 2 paragraphs): I grew up in one of them vaults you see.Yes siree vault 4 beautiful place . Yes around the age of 10 we all got one of these here pipboys. We werent allowed to leave the vault until we had just about become full grown adults. We allways were taught about this "Great War" but from the stories wasnt nothing great about it. Just more people killing other people with weapons of mass destruction. Finaly I decided to go out and see the world for myself. Since coming to this great desert ive heard tales of these great military groups of power maybe one of them will accept me. According to my pip boy im just outside of this town called "goodsprings". First priority there is to find a weapon im not going to last long without some firepower. It also couldnt hurt to get some food and drink.
Rp dialogue (At least 1 logical paragraphs (the above 2 paragraphs are my back story i am currently telling tu this women named "trudy")
Calan: so Miss Trudy that is were my story comes to the present day.
Trudy: yes quite an interesting story you got there.
Calan: Yes its a long one though aint it?
Trudy:Indeed sir, so whered u say ur headed again?
Calan:hopefully to NewVegas but i need to find out how to get to primm first can you point me in the direction?
Trudy:Why yes i can just take the highway and ull be there in a few hours
Calan: thank you Miss Trudy for the food drink and hospitality
Trudy: well ur mighty Welcome Sir
Why us?: Well, I've seen the server on multiple occasions and it looks interesting, with a strict set of rules.
Did you read the rules?: Yes. (Save the Mojave!)
What is your RP exprience (No */10): Probably about 7.
Name: Konrad Dietrich
Age: 27 (Though it's hard to tell, and isn't something he often divulges.)
Skills: Skilled at hand-to-hand combat and weaponry, Konrad was bread and raised to be a Soldier.
Personality: Dietrich is a violent man. He prefers to solve his problems quickly and directly, without much dialogue or time wasting. Despite his violence, Konrad is disturbingly quiet, but when he does speak he carries a heavy Germanic accent. His first impression is usually that of a dumb brute, but occasionally his intelligence shines through.
Looks: Konrad is a tall, lean man that usually wears blue goggles and a thick leather suit. He also sports a well-kempt beard, which he trims religiously. Underneath all the Leather, Konrad wears a blue Vault Jumpsuit that bears the number 34. At his side, he wears a holster with a Ranger Sequoia that's a poor fit. On the handle of the Sequoia can be seen the inscription "
Backstory(At least 2 paragraphs):
Konrad was born to Mr. and Mrs. Dietrich in Vault 34 an undetermined amount of time ago, and was raised with a gun in hand, due to the overstock of weapons and lack of a lock. When it came time to be assigned a job, Konrad was given Vault Security, to no great surprise. Even a young'un he excelled at his job, eventually being given the dangerous job of guarding the Armory when the Overseer deemed it was time to begin doing so. However, if he were to stop people from accessing the Armory, he too would have to relinquish his right to bear firearms.
So, Konrad made the decision to aid insurgents in entering the Armory. However, a recently installed security camera had gone unnoticed by Konrad, and he was relieved of his post. This was the final straw, and Konrad began rounding up citizens for a final raid on the Armory, convincing them that once they had the guns, the group could head out into the Wasteland and do as they please. With the help of a woman named Pearl, the plan went off without a hitch, and they made it out of the Vault before the door was sealed. Now free, the group began to call themselves the Boomers, and searched for a place to settle. Eventually, Konrad decided that the Boomers were going to wander forever, and split off from them while they were on their way to check out a place called Nellis. Now on his own to do as he pleased, Konrad began to hire himself out as a personal guard, and was soon picked up by a man named "Richter Payne", a Field Medic in the NCR. After an incident involving alcohol, Richter was discharged from the NCR, and Konrad continued to follow him out of respect.
Rp dialogue (At least 1 logical paragraphs): As Konrad stood, with his back to the man he was protecting, he scanned the desert with unforgiving eyes. Searching for the telltale glint of a rifle barrel, or any movement which could constitute a danger to either to his client or, more importantly, to himself. If the Client lost his head, it was all well and good since Konrad got half the money up front, but Konrad didn't feel too great about dying himself. As he took a drag on his cigarette, Konrad glanced at the man crouched in the dirt, working furiously on an ages old spigot, attempting to extract any water that might be hidden in it's depths. What a fool. Looking back out into the distance, he tensed himself. Something had changed, but he didn't quite know what.
"Hurry it up, ja? I smell trouble," Konrad said in a voice that was just above a whisper.
In the corner of his eye, something moved. A tumbleweed, which had only recently been blowing in the wind, shook. Collapsing into a roll, Konrad knocked his client to the ground, just as a bullet smashed into the ground by the spigot by where he had been tinkering with the spigot. Tossing his Client behind a nearby rock that was just large enough for cover, Konrad lifted his ranger sequoia, which had been pried from the dead hands of an NCR Ranger, and took aim. Two shots later, he could hear the impact of bullet on flesh, and knew it was over. Any friends of the aggressor would have opened fire by then, and the shooter had stopped firing after the impact. Sighing, Konrad checked on his client, and tramped over the motionless body of the Shooter, who had collapsed onto a syringe of Psycho that was mixing with the now-pooling blood.
Just another day, another Chem-addled Fiend, and another Client.
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Name: Richter Payne
Skills: skilled with herbs and medican (Potions), He knows how to use a sword and use rifles.
Personality: Richter is quiet and somewhat reserved... That is until you get some booze in him
Looks: Caucasian copper hair a handlebar mustache. He wares a brown vest with a white under shirt and a silver, silk-puff tie. A few scars from warfare.
Richter was born in small boring town in the wasteland. Nothing too exiting ever happened there in all honesty. At a young age Richter was always interested in plants and herbs. He always liked experimenting with such herbs making home remedies and what not. However one fateful day when he was six years old, the raid happened. A vast army of Legion soldiers came and saced the town. Killing anyone in sight the Legion were ruthless, blood thirsty. Until they came upon a boy. It was Richter. With branch in his hands he held it as a weapon to fight the Legion. The leader of the raiding party smirked. They took the boy and raised him under Legion rule. Training him to be a warrior. However Richter wasn't interested is such violence.
However he was forced to to fight to live, so he became somewhat adept with a sword.
One night in the camp Richter heard gunshots. He woke up and grasped his sword. It was the NCR! Richter got up ready to take on the treat when he realized. Perhaps this is the moment when he could escape the clutches of the Legion. So he grabbed what little he had and quietly left while the fight with the NCR was happening. Richter traveled all night, not looking back. Come midafternoon Richter came across an NCR base of operations. he made sure his clothing wasn't that of the Legion warrior and entered
It wasn't long Until the NCR realized Richter's skills with medician and offered him a part as a field medic. After some hesitation Richter accepts. Not soon after he was issued a bodyguard due to his value as a medic( they didn't have so many at that particular camp). His name was Konrad. At first these two didn't see quite eye to eye but over time they built quite the friendship. One night Richter got a little too drunk after a successful raid of a legion camp. Richter didn't quite keep his mouth shut and spoke ill of the captain of the camp. The NCR didn't take this lightly and dishonorably discharged Richter from the army. Konrad however stayed with Richter out of respect and friendship. Now Richter and Konrad wander the wasteland looking for a home.
The wasteland sun beat down hot on Richter's back, His rifle slung across his back. Off in the distance he spots a small shack.He readies his rifle. He slowly approaches. No sound. he slowly opens the door. Nobody besides a body.
<Hrmm, nobody around... Lets see if there's anything worth wile>
notices a small green orate chest in a corner,
R: "Whats that?"
He lifts the lid to find a small vile of purple glowing liquid and a couple of empty ones.
R: "Is this mutagen? I have only heard stories"
Richter looks around and stores it in a shirt in his backpack. He exits the shack and continues his trek. Not more the three hours later he sees an seemingly ancient laboratory.
<This must be where that mutagen came from>
Richter begins his exploration of the facility.
<lots of dust around. Must have been abandon for some time now>
He checks some files looks in some crates. Mostly nothing besides job records and beakers. Richter, about ready to leave noticed a sickly glow from a room. He opened up the door to find a room full of Mutengens of all color. He the found a small recorder. He pressed the play button
Recording: "Welcome to mutagens 101! I am here to guide you through the basics on how to create mutagen for Claspcorp. First lets start with color, the color of the mutagen is quite important it will indicate the type of mutation it would have on a subject. For example in our studies a dark yellow mutagen makes the user grow an eye in thier forehead. Now that particular one is rather benign but be careful because some can be deadly. Just be sure to record all colors and their effects before getting rid of or ingesting the mutagen."
the recording stopped. Richter went through the files to see if this color has been accounted for. He found one thing a note pad.
notepad:"Haven't yet fully tested the purple mutagen we are to believe that it is not deadly. More test will prove wither its true".
After some thought Richter pulls out the mutagen.
Richer: "Well What do I have to lose?"
He drinks it.