OOC
IGN: TheDevilsPoet
Age: 14(MY TRUE AGE, HOLY ****)
Did you read ALL the rules? Nope. I hope this diamond deals with that. (That means yes.)
IC:
Name: Doctor Wolf
Karma: Evil Neutral
Age: 25
RP example: Wolf was walking into town. It was Arizona, long after the war. He walked, not fearing the Legion, nor the New California Republic. They were just pawns in a game. That game was called the Wasteland. A dustball whirled past Wolf's feet. He kicked out at it, sending it flying with a mediocre kick. He walked into a settlement. He didn't know the name of it. He walked into the bar to get out of the heat of the Nuclear Arizona sun. It wasn't hot as it was outside, but it was still enough to almost melt him under his hat. He sat at a rickety pre-war Nuka-Cola bar stool. He asked for whiskey. The woman behind the bar was thin, like most wastelanders, but she had the face of a brahmin. Wolf shook his head, reaching for his whiskey. Some drunken NCR grunt walked up to him, said something about Wolf eying his woman, probably the woman behind the counter. The grunt requested that Wolf fight him. Wolf agreed. They walked outside after Wolf poured the rest of his whiskey into his flask. He walked out, putting on his modified brass-knuckled. The drunken NCR grunt swung at Wolf. Wolf nearly missed it, the punch landing squarely on his nose. The drunken punch was weak. Wolf countered it, punching with his left fist. He had hit the drunk on the side of his head, right on his temple. The drunk immediately fell to the ground from the punch of the brass-knuckled. Wolf brushed his coat off and walked back inside the bar.
Character biography, (must be at least 1 paragraph):
Wolf. His name was undistinguished in his life. All his childhood he was called "Dog". He was born into slavery under Caesar's legion in Arizona. The slavers treated him like a dog, and called him that. This was a surprising treatment for the Legion to their slaves. He was trained in hand-to-hand and melee by the Legionnaires. When he was 15 the New California Republic attacked the camp he worked in as a slave. He ran as fast as his scrawny legs could take him. He was under-nourished and dehydrated by the time he got to California. He was about to faint, before he made it to Hoover Dam. The NCR took him and fed him. Trained him hoping to have him as one of their own. A rare exception. He then became trained in hand-to-hand very well, along with weaponry.*By the age of 16 he disliked the NCR. It was not for him. During the night he escaped. He was almost caught taking items out of the armory. Technically, he did not desert as he was not in the NCR yet, but he still felt bad for it. He left a few hundred caps in return for the items he took. He fled to Arizona. He lived there in hiding for some time, until a group of Legionnaires found him and stabbed him, leaving him for dead with nothing. Now, he begins his story. A scar on his eye and his jacket is all he has from his past.
I love you too Poet, We should get together sometime
OOC: IGN:JosephTC Age:16 Why do you want to play on this server?:Because Vault is a server I used to play on, I recognize many of the members, some mods. It was a amazing RP experience. It’s the server where I learned how to RP. So id like to get back into it. Did you read the rules?Yes, I very much did.
IC: Character Name: Jose Renevolt Character age:26 RP Example(not just a conversation between two or more people): Jose takes himself and starts up the stairs without them. Not even Enoi knowing. He climbs onto the fire escape and jumps to the other building. Hoping theres enough room to make the jump. He climbs up the fire escape to the roof. The gunship hovers closer to Jose, not even seeing him. The mecha tries to return fire but can not even unshield himself. Looking over the edge he sees the ship, its firepower focused on the mech, so he decides to take a running jump onto the gunship. He manages to land the jump but barely, one of his hands slip but hes able to pull himself up.
Lace watches with widened eyes, " Sweet Jesus, that boys insane.." By this time Eli notices Jose missing. She pauses and looks around - finally finding him. on the plane. " Cool. " Jose takes his gun and moves up the plane, trying to balance with one hand on the plane. He manages to find the hatch and shoots the lock. He shoots the lock and opens the hatch. Shooting the two men at the bottom,then slipping down the ladder.: " Wilfer, why aren’t the guns shooting?" One of the pilots asks by yelling. The mecha is about to fire, but Lace motions his hand in a low cut to hand. She never imagined doing anything out of the ordinary, and she never saw something like this all before. Could one day - just maybe - could she eventually do all this? Jose finds his way to the cockpit and shoots the men piloting it. He shoots the glass on the front of the plane. ITs not breaking. Its starting to spin out of control. So he picks up a mans shotgun and shoots the glass repeatedly with several slugs. Breaking the glass. The plane is now spinning violently. He jumps out the cockpit and slams into through the window, making the lucky jump. but his arm hit the windowsill, thus breaking it, and also his shoulder when he hits the wall.[Making him blackout. (Get someeeeee)
Bio (MUST be AT LEAST 1-2 good paragraphs): Jose Renevolt is a lonely wanderer. Hes been searching for a permanent home for years now. Nothing seemed to suite him though. He grew up in a small house, with two parents. But theyre both dead. Because of him, but that’s a story better left untold. Hes tall, with black hair, and likes to wear a bandana over his mouth, it makes him seem, more threatening then he really is. In actuality, hes a thin man, hes strong, but not fast enough to use it to his advantage. He also has bad eyesight, which is a pain when confronted with a enemy.
He also seeks out his sister. Who has been capured, where, he doesn’t know. But he knows shes escaped. And he will find her, one day. But other than that, his past life is dark, full of misery and pain that has been carried with him through his life. Waiting for the day when he can do something good to get rid of it. But that will have to wait.
OOC IGN:Oneandonlyash Age:22 Did you read ALL the rules? Yes
IC
Name: Seth
Karma: Neutral
Age: 25
RP Example: *Seth is walking down a broken and decaying highway through the desert with his bandanna pulled high and his hood on so his face was barely touched by the hot sun. He sees a man with a large bag sitting on the hood of a destroyed car.* "Hello friend!" "Hello there! i guess you'd like some water in this heat?" *The man drops his bag softly and smiles* "Why not? It is rather hot." *He cautiously approaches the man who suddenly brandishes a handgun* "Alright Kid, put your hands up and gimme all your caps or you're gonna need alot more than water in this desert!" *Seth raises his hands* "How about you win them in a bet friend?" "And what bet would this be?" *Seth smiles* "The bet that I could kick that gun out of your hands." *The man flinches as he feels the handgun ripped from his fingers and watches as Seth draw his Revolver." "You'll need more than a handgun to survive in this environment" *Seth says smugly as he clubs the stranger around the head with the butt of the gun and walks off along the path*
Character Bio:
Seth was born outside the vault,wandering the wastelands with his family, doing what they could to survive. Every so often he would come across a vault and pull the sleeve of his mothers asking why couldn't they go in. She simply replied with the fact that you never know what's behind those large iron doors. That they are made to keep people like themselves out.
Setting up camp they kept the fire to the minimul to not draw attention to themselves and his father began to teach him and his brothers how to shoot with a simple very old and almost broken BB gun. He did try to acquire the information from his father where he got the gun from but his father would never explain only that it was from 'Before you were born my son' along the side of it, was etched a small number Seth never got to know what was the meaning of the number it was just left to his imagination.
A few days went by and they kept moving along the wasteland keeping low, quiet when they then passed an abandoned village. They passed it slowly trying to keep out of sight the most movement they saw from the village was broken tumbleweeds. Not wanting to risk it they kept moving into the wastelands until it was out of sight.
The next day Seth set out in search for water; he was out the whole day and only managed to salvage enough to fill a bottle full. Heading back to where his family were residing he saw a thick layer of smoke sweep across and the large red glow of a raised fire. He began jogging until he heard the gun shots, he burst into a sprint. He found the burnt crisp corpses of each member of his family across the small 'settlement' on the floor the smell of the flesh burning still fresh.
Ten years had passed since then, he followed the familys rules but to an even stricter moral determined not to fall victim to the same fate. He would live his life out to the full and grow into an old man. He does what he needs to survive. But he is no born murderer, killing seen as only a last option. Keeping from the borders he's watched the legion and NCR grow to their powerful states but never dared to join either, he didn't wish to be part of the friction that had developed between the two.
Hopefully this is what you require , i've got alot of RP experience on other games but rp within minecraft is new to me and i'm looking forward to giving it a good go,Thank you for reading this application
I'd like to maybe check this out later, when there's more players. It doesn't sound like the best, without a good chunk of players.
Im going to have to agree with you! This server setting operates best with as many people as possible. Were gaining members fast, Hope to see you soon!
I did join another server running with around 75-100 max player slots. On launch (It was a very advanced one with roles and LOTS of good plugins), it were full. The days after, it didn't feel good, in the way of roleplaying, since there were four different races and especially humans having different cities. Finding players became harder there, especially when 75% of the players were American :l
Just a question: It sounds like, you guys have played this before.
How is it? Is it pure RP or will it have elements of buildnings, PvP, is the PvP chat-based or as usual?
Just a lot hints of how a player would play in it.
Can you also make a list on the front page, which gets updated and shows the different members of each faction? I don't wanna join a wrong faction, if it have like, 10 players, and another one only have 2. Would much rather join the small one, to even the things out. Though, I prefer the good guys
I did join another server running with around 75-100 max player slots. On launch (It was a very advanced one with roles and LOTS of good plugins), it were full. The days after, it didn't feel good, in the way of roleplaying, since there were four different races and especially humans having different cities. Finding players became harder there, especially when 75% of the players were American :l
Just a question: It sounds like, you guys have played this before.
How is it? Is it pure RP or will it have elements of buildnings, PvP, is the PvP chat-based or as usual?
Just a lot hints of how a player would play in it.
Can you also make a list on the front page, which gets updated and shows the different members of each faction? I don't wanna join a wrong faction, if it have like, 10 players, and another one only have 2. Would much rather join the small one, to even the things out. Though, I prefer the good guys
The server is technically RPPVP, PVP is not chat based, as I find it quite lame when it is. I like the idea of the "current members" next to each post, I might try to implement something like this, although it would be kind of difficult to keep track of due to the fact joining a faction takes place in game, and does not have any sort of application for me to keep track of. We do try to keep things balanced, For instance if NCR has 15 people and Legion has, lets say 7 members, NCR will stop recruiting, which will give legion time to gain numbers and or gather resources for big battles.
I hope this map won't be too big. I hate looking everywhere for no-one to RP with.
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I hope this map won't be too big. I hate looking everywhere for no-one to RP with.
dont worry, we have alot of locations, and an intricate network of interstates that will lead you to the different locations with ease. the map isnt very large, but isnt too small to were you will be within shouting distance of a rival faction. In my opinion, It is the perfect size.
IGN: CJD_22 Age: 14 Role-PlayExp.: A few servers from time to time, yet none really kept my attention. I hope to find one that does. WhyUs: Why not? TimeYouCanDedicate: 2-4 hours 4-7 days a week. BriefDescription of Yourself: I like to play minecraft, and I want more of a multiplayer experience. ExplainRole-PlayInYourOwnWords: Creating a character, then acting as that character. Basically being yourself in real-life (not to say you have to act as yourself in RP) only with more drama. WhatIsPowergamingandMetagaming?Explainin your own words: PG is being like superman with no crypotnite. It's when you said "I stabbed you, you're dead" to your friends when they were little, and they thought you were being BS so they said they moved. You can't freaking stab someone and not give them reaction time, little guys, especially not 5 friends at once. MG is using real world knowledge of the game to affect in game world decisions.
IC
Name: CJ
Race: Human; Caucasian; dark skinned.
Gender: Male
Age:19
Appearance: Wears rugged beige- wait no, white. Yeah, it's just dirty. A dirty whitebeige shirt, brown cargo pants, and some leather shoes. Has dark skin, blue eyes, and auburn hair.
Fears: Heights. Having a railing is nice. Standing on a ledge or an edge is nerve racking, and I'll do it, unless it's completely useless. Lava. I don't think there's really an explanation for this one. Skeletons. Well, it's not so much as a fear as a burning hatred against the ones who deal 2-3 hearts from a far range. I hope their not in the server, but if they are, oh well.
Personality: Sometimes sarcastic or dark, usually not both at once. Deductive, calculative, stealthy, slightly untrusting, and merciful.
Occupation: Wanderer. Looking for a faction.
Skills:[/left] Running, walking, parkour (ironically), ranged, fishing, cooking, timbering, mercantile, speech, fletching, and stealth. All this is explained in the bio. Fear not. [left] Nickname(Optional): Walker
[b]CanYourCharacterWield A Sword/Axe?:[/b] An axe and a wooden sword. I'm probably going to level it, meaning the higher level my character is on the bar, the better tools I'll allow myself.
[b]CanYouCharacterFarm?:[/b] Somewhat.
[b]CanYourCharacterMine?:[/b] Cobble.
[b]WhatOtherThingsCanYourCharacterDo?:[/b] This is kind of explained in the skills, but in this respect, fishing, cooking, using a bow, fletching, chopping wood, and the buying and selling of items.
Backstory(1-2[b]LONG[/b] paragraphs): As told by character: One day I decided to take a walk.
I'd lived in a vault up until now. All I'd really do is read when not archiving computer files and patching code into the systems. It just felt so bland. I read about what people used to do in the mystery known as the surface. How they built things, gathered materials, had fun, got food, defended themselves. I read of fantastic landscapes of which my mind did not have the capacity to portray. I longed for that kind of life. Away from the steel and air filters.
So one day, I decided to take a walk.
Leaving the vault, I closed my eyes as the big round door opened. I took a whiff of air. And started hacking. I opened my eyes only to see a barren expanse of what could so excusably be called the surface. But I kept walking. Searching for that premise. There was no going back to the vault.
As I travelled, I saw many things. People barely surviving, dead, dying, those who did not find what I was looking for.
But I kept walking. They came to know me as Walker, those who heard. Then finally, finally after so much travel, I found Utah. It was beautiful. Everything I'd read had suddenly come true.
But it wasn't enough.
All those people I'd seen who couldn't make it, the ones just struggling; it didn't have to be like that. I have to find a way to help them. And I have the whole state of Utah to find that way.
p.s. I don't know why this is all weird with the text color and sizing. I didn't mess with anything. Also, the vault was in I'd say Ohio, so noting that distance is pretty worthy of his title/nickname, and where the news passed to it was known. Complete and utter luck that he was not held up by bandits or slavers.
IGN: CJD_22 Age: 14 Role-PlayExp.: A few servers from time to time, yet none really kept my attention. I hope to find one that does. WhyUs: Why not? TimeYouCanDedicate: 2-4 hours 4-7 days a week. BriefDescription of Yourself: I like to play minecraft, and I want more of a multiplayer experience. ExplainRole-PlayInYourOwnWords: Creating a character, then acting as that character. Basically being yourself in real-life (not to say you have to act as yourself in RP) only with more drama. WhatIsPowergamingandMetagaming?Explainin your own words: PG is being like superman with no crypotnite. It's when you said "I stabbed you, you're dead" to your friends when they were little, and they thought you were being BS so they said they moved. You can't freaking stab someone and not give them reaction time, little guys, especially not 5 friends at once. MG is using real world knowledge of the game to affect in game world decisions.
IC
Name: CJ
Race: Human; Caucasian; dark skinned.
Gender: Male
Age:19
Appearance: Wears rugged beige- wait no, white. Yeah, it's just dirty. A dirty whitebeige shirt, brown cargo pants, and some leather shoes. Has dark skin, blue eyes, and auburn hair.
Fears: Heights. Having a railing is nice. Standing on a ledge or an edge is nerve racking, and I'll do it, unless it's completely useless. Lava. I don't think there's really an explanation for this one. Skeletons. Well, it's not so much as a fear as a burning hatred against the ones who deal 2-3 hearts from a far range. I hope their not in the server, but if they are, oh well.
Personality: Sometimes sarcastic or dark, usually not both at once. Deductive, calculative, stealthy, slightly untrusting, and merciful.
Occupation: Wanderer. Looking for a faction.
Skills:[/left] Running, walking, parkour (ironically), ranged, fishing, cooking, timbering, mercantile, speech, fletching, and stealth. All this is explained in the bio. Fear not. [left] Nickname(Optional): Walker
[b]CanYourCharacterWield A Sword/Axe?:[/b] An axe and a wooden sword. I'm probably going to level it, meaning the higher level my character is on the bar, the better tools I'll allow myself.
[b]CanYouCharacterFarm?:[/b] Somewhat.
[b]CanYourCharacterMine?:[/b] Cobble.
[b]WhatOtherThingsCanYourCharacterDo?:[/b] This is kind of explained in the skills, but in this respect, fishing, cooking, using a bow, fletching, chopping wood, and the buying and selling of items.
Backstory(1-2[b]LONG[/b] paragraphs): As told by character: One day I decided to take a walk.
I'd lived in a vault up until now. All I'd really do is read when not archiving computer files and patching code into the systems. It just felt so bland. I read about what people used to do in the mystery known as the surface. How they built things, gathered materials, had fun, got food, defended themselves. I read of fantastic landscapes of which my mind did not have the capacity to portray. I longed for that kind of life. Away from the steel and air filters.
So one day, I decided to take a walk.
Leaving the vault, I closed my eyes as the big round door opened. I took a whiff of air. And started hacking. I opened my eyes only to see a barren expanse of what could so excusably be called the surface. But I kept walking. Searching for that premise. There was no going back to the vault.
As I travelled, I saw many things. People barely surviving, dead, dying, those who did not find what I was looking for.
But I kept walking. They came to know me as Walker, those who heard. Then finally, finally after so much travel, I found Utah. It was beautiful. Everything I'd read had suddenly come true.
But it wasn't enough.
All those people I'd seen who couldn't make it, the ones just struggling; it didn't have to be like that. I have to find a way to help them. And I have the whole state of Utah to find that way.
p.s. I don't know why this is all weird with the text color and sizing. I didn't mess with anything.
Sorry, I think you have the wrong application format. Although I do like your application, If you could use the info from this one too fill out my servers application format, I would accept you.
<----- Dragons NEED Human help to Grow and become menacing dragons, if they get plenty of human help they grow up and protect humans, these dragons are guardians!!! click the dragon for the growth and loyalty!!
What do you have to build? Because I am looking really forward to the grand opening!
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IGN: phoenixlord918
Age: 13
Did you read all the rules? Yes...
IC:
Name: Jacob
Karma:Good
Age: 26
RP Example: *Hooded man walks into bar with a bartender and three other customers*
*The man walks over to the bar*
"What would like to drink?" the bartender asks.
"Oh i dont want anything to drink." the hooded man replies.
*The hooded man pulls out a pistol and puts it to the bartenders head.*
"I want caps. Now!"
*Someone tries to take a shot at the man, but before he is able to take the shot, the man turns and shoots him."
"If any of you make a sound or tries to pull a stunt like that, you will be silenced."
*Everyone becomes deadly silent."
"Good. Now, I would like my caps."
*The bartender gives the man all the caps*
"Thank you."
*The man then kills the bartender and the two other customers."
*The man leaves through the back entrance before anyone shows up.
Charachter Biogrophy: Jacob was always a good kid. He lived in a vault for most of his life. He protected most of the other kids from the bullies that roamed the vault. Jacob's parents decided to leave the vault when Jacob was 15. They moved to a quiet little village in New Arizona. Five years later the town was ransacked by Caesar's legion. Jacob was forced into slavery. His parents werne't so lucky. After six years, some of the slaves were being transfered to a new location. The caravan was ambushed by the New California Republic. The Legion was easily outmatched. The NCR moved the slaves to an outpost. The NCR had to move to a differnt location, so they gave the slaves a choice. They told them they could either take a gun and try to get to an NCR recruitment post, or follow the NCR to a wastelander shelter. Jacob decided to try his luck, and chose to try to get to an NCR recruitment post. Everyone else stayed behind. Jacob was escorted to the nearest city. The NCR wished him luck. That is where he would start his journey.
Can't wait. You wouldn't mind building me a Caravan Camp would you? (:TrollFace:)
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<----- Dragons NEED Human help to Grow and become menacing dragons, if they get plenty of human help they grow up and protect humans, these dragons are guardians!!! click the dragon for the growth and loyalty!!
IGN: phoenixlord918
Age: 13
Did you read all the rules? Yes...
IC:
Name: Jacob
Karma:Good
Age: 20
RP Example: *Hooded man walks into bar with a bartender and three other customers*
*The man walks over to the bar*
"What would like to drink?" the bartender asks.
"Oh i dont want anything to drink." the hooded man replies.
*The hooded man pulls out a pistol and puts it to the bartenders head.*
"I want caps. Now!"
*Someone tries to take a shot at the man, but before he is able to take the shot, the man turns and shoots him."
"If any of you make a sound or tries to pull a stunt like that, you will be silenced."
*Everyone becomes deadly silent."
"Good. Now, I would like my caps."
*The bartender gives the man all the caps*
"Thank you."
*The man then kills the bartender and the two other customers."
*The man leaves through the back entrance before anyone shows up.
Charachter Biogrophy: Jacob was always a good kid. He lived in a vault for most of his life. He protected most of the other kids from the bullies that roamed the vault. Jacob's parents decided to leave the vault when Jacob was 15. They moved to a quiet little village in New Arizona. Five years later the toen was ransacked by Caesar's legion. Jacob was forced into slavery. His parents werne't so lucky. After a couple months, the some of the slaves were being transfered to a new location. The caravan was ambushed by the New California Republic. The Legion was easily outmatched. The NCR moved the slaves to an outpost. The NCR had to move to a differnt location, so they gave the slaves a choice. They told them they could either take a gun and try to get to an NCR recruitment post, or follow the NCR to a wastelander shelter. Jacob decided to try his luck, and chose to try to get to an NCR recruitment post. Everyone else stayed behind. Jacob was escorted to the nearest city. The NCR wished him luck. That is where he would start his journey.
I love you too Poet, We should get together sometime
Welcome!
Very Nice App! See you on the 15th!
Im going to have to agree with you! This server setting operates best with as many people as possible. Were gaining members fast, Hope to see you soon!
Just a question: It sounds like, you guys have played this before.
How is it? Is it pure RP or will it have elements of buildnings, PvP, is the PvP chat-based or as usual?
Just a lot hints of how a player would play in it.
Can you also make a list on the front page, which gets updated and shows the different members of each faction? I don't wanna join a wrong faction, if it have like, 10 players, and another one only have 2. Would much rather join the small one, to even the things out. Though, I prefer the good guys
The server is technically RPPVP, PVP is not chat based, as I find it quite lame when it is. I like the idea of the "current members" next to each post, I might try to implement something like this, although it would be kind of difficult to keep track of due to the fact joining a faction takes place in game, and does not have any sort of application for me to keep track of. We do try to keep things balanced, For instance if NCR has 15 people and Legion has, lets say 7 members, NCR will stop recruiting, which will give legion time to gain numbers and or gather resources for big battles.
dont worry, we have alot of locations, and an intricate network of interstates that will lead you to the different locations with ease. the map isnt very large, but isnt too small to were you will be within shouting distance of a rival faction. In my opinion, It is the perfect size.
IGN: xtrozero
Age: 13
Did you read ALL the rules?
IC:
Name: Zero
Karma: (Good,Neutral,Bad) Gnad
Age: 37
RP example: [Redacted]
Character biography, (must be at least 1 paragraph): [Redacted]
IGN: CJD_22
Age: 14
Role-PlayExp.: A few servers from time to time, yet none really kept my attention. I hope to find one that does.
WhyUs: Why not?
TimeYouCanDedicate: 2-4 hours 4-7 days a week.
BriefDescription of Yourself: I like to play minecraft, and I want more of a multiplayer experience.
ExplainRole-PlayInYourOwnWords: Creating a character, then acting as that character. Basically being yourself in real-life (not to say you have to act as yourself in RP) only with more drama.
WhatIsPowergamingandMetagaming?Explainin your own words: PG is being like superman with no crypotnite. It's when you said "I stabbed you, you're dead" to your friends when they were little, and they thought you were being BS so they said they moved. You can't freaking stab someone and not give them reaction time, little guys, especially not 5 friends at once. MG is using real world knowledge of the game to affect in game world decisions.
IC
Name: CJ
Race: Human; Caucasian; dark skinned.
Gender: Male
Age:19
Appearance: Wears rugged beige- wait no, white. Yeah, it's just dirty. A dirty whitebeige shirt, brown cargo pants, and some leather shoes. Has dark skin, blue eyes, and auburn hair.
Fears: Heights. Having a railing is nice. Standing on a ledge or an edge is nerve racking, and I'll do it, unless it's completely useless. Lava. I don't think there's really an explanation for this one. Skeletons. Well, it's not so much as a fear as a burning hatred against the ones who deal 2-3 hearts from a far range. I hope their not in the server, but if they are, oh well.
Personality: Sometimes sarcastic or dark, usually not both at once. Deductive, calculative, stealthy, slightly untrusting, and merciful.
Occupation: Wanderer. Looking for a faction.
Skills:[/left] Running, walking, parkour (ironically), ranged, fishing, cooking, timbering, mercantile, speech, fletching, and stealth. All this is explained in the bio. Fear not.
[left]
Nickname(Optional): Walker
[b]CanYourCharacterWield A Sword/Axe?:[/b] An axe and a wooden sword. I'm probably going to level it, meaning the higher level my character is on the bar, the better tools I'll allow myself.
[b]CanYouCharacterFarm?:[/b] Somewhat.
[b]CanYourCharacterMine?:[/b] Cobble.
[b]WhatOtherThingsCanYourCharacterDo?:[/b] This is kind of explained in the skills, but in this respect, fishing, cooking, using a bow, fletching, chopping wood, and the buying and selling of items.
Backstory(1-2[b]LONG[/b] paragraphs): As told by character:
One day I decided to take a walk.
I'd lived in a vault up until now. All I'd really do is read when not archiving computer files and patching code into the systems. It just felt so bland. I read about what people used to do in the mystery known as the surface. How they built things, gathered materials, had fun, got food, defended themselves. I read of fantastic landscapes of which my mind did not have the capacity to portray. I longed for that kind of life. Away from the steel and air filters.
So one day, I decided to take a walk.
Leaving the vault, I closed my eyes as the big round door opened. I took a whiff of air. And started hacking. I opened my eyes only to see a barren expanse of what could so excusably be called the surface. But I kept walking. Searching for that premise. There was no going back to the vault.
As I travelled, I saw many things. People barely surviving, dead, dying, those who did not find what I was looking for.
But I kept walking. They came to know me as Walker, those who heard. Then finally, finally after so much travel, I found Utah. It was beautiful. Everything I'd read had suddenly come true.
But it wasn't enough.
All those people I'd seen who couldn't make it, the ones just struggling; it didn't have to be like that. I have to find a way to help them. And I have the whole state of Utah to find that way.
p.s. I don't know why this is all weird with the text color and sizing. I didn't mess with anything. Also, the vault was in I'd say Ohio, so noting that distance is pretty worthy of his title/nickname, and where the news passed to it was known. Complete and utter luck that he was not held up by bandits or slavers.
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We have the 2 other citys done. Ill be posting screenshots tommorrow.
IGN: phoenixlord918
Age: 13
Did you read all the rules? Yes...
IC:
Name: Jacob
Karma:Good
Age: 26
RP Example: *Hooded man walks into bar with a bartender and three other customers*
*The man walks over to the bar*
"What would like to drink?" the bartender asks.
"Oh i dont want anything to drink." the hooded man replies.
*The hooded man pulls out a pistol and puts it to the bartenders head.*
"I want caps. Now!"
*Someone tries to take a shot at the man, but before he is able to take the shot, the man turns and shoots him."
"If any of you make a sound or tries to pull a stunt like that, you will be silenced."
*Everyone becomes deadly silent."
"Good. Now, I would like my caps."
*The bartender gives the man all the caps*
"Thank you."
*The man then kills the bartender and the two other customers."
*The man leaves through the back entrance before anyone shows up.
Charachter Biogrophy: Jacob was always a good kid. He lived in a vault for most of his life. He protected most of the other kids from the bullies that roamed the vault. Jacob's parents decided to leave the vault when Jacob was 15. They moved to a quiet little village in New Arizona. Five years later the town was ransacked by Caesar's legion. Jacob was forced into slavery. His parents werne't so lucky. After six years, some of the slaves were being transfered to a new location. The caravan was ambushed by the New California Republic. The Legion was easily outmatched. The NCR moved the slaves to an outpost. The NCR had to move to a differnt location, so they gave the slaves a choice. They told them they could either take a gun and try to get to an NCR recruitment post, or follow the NCR to a wastelander shelter. Jacob decided to try his luck, and chose to try to get to an NCR recruitment post. Everyone else stayed behind. Jacob was escorted to the nearest city. The NCR wished him luck. That is where he would start his journey.
We have a prison, and space station to build, NCR Legion and BOS base.
See you on the 15th!
Is it okay if I change my age?