so anyone that has a fish that says denied has actually been accepted. we just have a particular person that cant accept the fact he can't be apart of this amazing launch. just remember every person that has a bunch of fans also has a couple haters. don't worry this will be the best launch The Vault RP has ever seen. don't let the haters bring you down
Did you read ALL the rules? Yes I read the rules, and I promice to respect them.
IC
Name: Jedadiah Longhorn
Karma: Neutral, Doesn't like to kill or do good deeds.
Age: 21
RP example:
*Drip* *Drip* *Drip* *THUMP*
Jed turns his head to realize that he's in trouble. As raiders approach, Jed loads his sidearm. He drops a bullet and panics. As he reaches for the bullet he is halted by raider scum.
*ClickClick*
The gun is locked and aimed at Jed's head. As he screams *NOW* and his friends rush in, annihilating all raiders in the room.
*Phew* Jed sighs of relief.
As he radios in to his brother to tell him of the good news, he fears that there may be more raiders approaching
Character biography:
Jedadiah was a lonesome boy who took to himself. He grew up in an apocolyptic substantic world with little supplies. Buildings were crashed and many people died. Those who didn't die were turned into grumpy ghouls who hated alot and despised of the normal people. He learned of mutants, who were foul beasts who attacked anyone in plain sight and had super strength. One day at the age of 12, he met a man who taught of law and order, mostly peace to the wastelands. The man said they were the NCR., and that they were powerful and in large numbers. Jed was not a mean or a kind child, but when it came to it he would always be nice to most of the villagers. At dinner servings and towns feasts he wouldn't take much. Infact, he would give off most of the food to less fortunate towns folk or the village strays. He used to watch as the hunters left the village to kill the raiders and bring back more food for the town. A few times some mysterious armored men would come into the town. He had heard rumors of them being called "The Brotherhood of Steel". His dream was to grow up and become a hunter and learn the basics of fighting and try to join with the Brotherhood. His father would always look down upon him, he never showed concern of what Jed would do and what Jed did that his mother was proud of. As he grew up and his father passed away, he noticed that it didn't make a change in his life and his mother was the only one that he ever cared for. He knew that if he trained right, someday... just maybe he will be granted access to assisting the Brotherhood.
Thanks for reading my application, I hope to see you all on the server soon!!
Did you read ALL the rules? Yes I did I especially like the part with some bling
IC:
Name: Brian Gigas
Karma: Neutral
Age: 24
RP example: In a bar Brian is sitting down drinking some whiskey when a guy walks up to him
Some guy: Give me all your money and you will get out of here alive *holds knife at Brian*
Brian: *stays silent taking a drink from his shot glass*
Guy: GIVE ME YOUR MONEY NOW!!! *attempts to stab Brian*
*Brian then hits the guys hand carrying the knife up and then punching him in the stomach afterwords putting the guys arm behind his back and throws him out the bar after walking towards the door*
*Brian then sits back down and finishes his drink and orders another*
Character biography, (must be at least 1 paragraph): Brian was the only child of a Veteran NCR Ranger and a BOS Knight. His mother left the brotherhood of steel to start a more normal life for herself. Eventually she made her way to a small town and she met a NCR Ranger named Brian. They quickly fell in love and purchased a house in the town and soon enough conceived a child. The child was named after his father. He was taught to shoot accurately and to be kind and intellectual. Though at the age of 14 his parents wanted him to be something else his mother wanting him to become a farmer and his father wanting him to be a soldier. He chose the life of a soldier and signed up at the age of 15 for the NCR with his father as his squad leader to watch over his son.
Brian was promoted a few times during his service for the NCR but he sought more then being a military dog secretly. One day at the age of 17 Brian and his squad were ambushed by a raider group of about 43 raiders and they fought bravely killing around 26 of the enemy troops. But when his father went to flank the raiders his father was shot by a hunting rifle through the chest. He rushed up and shot the raider in the head with a marksman carbine he had at the time and ran only to find his father dead. After that the raiders overran the rest of his squad so to survive Brian ran away returning to his home a few miles away. After hearing from Brian about his father's death his mother fell into a state of depression. For a year Brian had to stay and tend the farm while his mother fell ill from emaciation due to grieving for her late husband.
Eventually the town was attacked by a group of raiders made up of 10 or 11 other groups which merged into a small army. They were outnumbered and fighting back seemed hopeless but the town's people fought back many of the raiders were killed due to the high number of soldiers living in the town and the fact that most of the raiders were drug induced idiots who could barely think let alone shoot. The assault lasted 2 weeks and 5 days but eventually the raiders had won by sheer numbers. Brian's mother was murdered and the remaining soldiers were either tied up and shot in the head or burned alive. Brian though had escaped alive because he had disguised himself as a raider and gotten away.
At the age of 20 he got a job at a inn which was located inside a small settlement miles away from his home town. He was working when he met a young woman about the age of 19 and he fell in love with her right away. They bought the inn and Brian became a merchant selling supplies for the settlement while she tended to the inn. They were engaged to be married when he was 21. His life was great for once. But something good never really lasts for long. The settlement was attacked by the same raider army but this time the settlement had someone who knew how to fight them so the raiders were killed. Brian lost the inn but still had his soon to be wife. One day she just disappeared a week before they were going to get married. Looking for some sort of clue Brian had figured she did not run but was kidnapped. He searched all around the area but there was not trace of his love anywhere. Eventually he wandered off a shell of himself continuing the search for her when he ended up in North Arizona 3 years later.
Brian is loyal to his friends and will protect what he has with his life. He changed after the loss of his fiancee and will not give up on anything he holds dear. Though if anyone is stupid enough to get in a conflict with him he has a tendency to kill even if he tries not to. He has light blonde hair and blue eyes but most of his body is kept under robes which also hide the scars from fights he has gotten into. His life has been tough and sad but no matter what he keeps his head up through it all. He avoids conflict when he can and has a way with words.
Comments: The bio was fun to write though this is nothing compared to what I wanted to do but to save time its good enough the roleplay example was short since I prefer to use the bio and actual roleplay to speak for itself I like what I have heard about the architecture of the server so far and cannot wait to be able to join when the IP is up.
"Hey Davey, this kid calls himself shithead!" "No way." "Shithead. My name is shithead. My parents call me shithead. I am shithead." "No kidding, it's on his little jacket and everything! Hey kid, it looks like you've been wearing that thing since since you was 10." "I have. my father beat me when i took it off." "Hey Jimbo, this kids givin' me eyes. Let's scoot." "I should be getting home as well." Shithead realigned Davey's head as he walked back down the alley to the cardboard box that constituted for a home.
Character biography, (must be at least 1 paragraph):
Shithead doesn't have a name. Not a proper one, at least. His mother, Haley, and his father, Ringo were too busy Jetting to give him one. Jet is bad. They called him Shithead, so I guess that's his name. Shithead had a scarring childhood. All the other kids ran away giggling, the insults they hurled over their shoulders cutting through him like his fathers knife. Home was bad. Home was bad, bad, bad, bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad. Bad. Home was where the Jet was, where his father was, where the screaming, and the yelling, hitting, cutting and crying were. Home was where his father hit him. Home was where his father beat him, and cut him, and locked him under the stairs for days on end. Jet was bad. home was bad. But the alley, the alley was good. The alley was his safe place. The alley was his special place. The alley was a nice place, a quiet place. There was noJet, no screaming, no yelling, hitting, cutting and crying. His father couldn't beat him in the alley. His mother couldn't throw him in the alley. His brother, Aaron, couldn't put him in the dishwasher in the alley. His sister, Janet, couldn't put a fur coat on him and make him kiss one of the neighborhood strays while her and her friends watched. And laughed. God, the laughing. The laughing, cutting in to him like a knife. Like his father's knife. The alley was safe, the alley was good. Shithead liked the alley. The alley was his. Until them. Them, they smelt of it. they smelt of screaming, they smelt of yelling, hitting, cutting and crying. They smelt of Jet. Jet was bad. Alley was good. Bad is not good. Jet was not alley. Jet should not be in the alley. But it was. They had it. He saw them. They had the screaming, they had the yelling, the hitting and cutting and crying and the stairs, oh god the stairs. Shithead had to do something about it. One day, he killed them. He killed the Jet. He killed the screaming, he killed the yelling, hitting, cutting and crying. Haley Ringo Aron Janet. He put their heads in a dumpster. Davey Jimbo. He put their heads in the alley. He talked to them. He didn't say anything, because then he would would feel the hitting and cutting. He talked to them all through is childhood, and in to his adult years. He never took the jacket off, because then he would feel the screaming, he would feel the yelling and the crying. And the stairs, oh god the stairs. But the alley, the alley was safe. The alley was good. Jet was bad.
Just a random question, how many other launch's were before this one?
yeah we've honestly lost count. that stuff happens when a servers been around for more than a year. only about 4 of those launches ever got popular or lasted longer than a month. we have one of the best staff of all launches though. the staff is only at 3 people right now. but judging by how much traffic were getting I'll probably be getting another mod here soon. by the looks of it, were going to have the best launch in history
Here's a picture to ease your minds
mind blown
2 more days =D
I thought it was 4 more days?
1 More day until Paps home 4 more days till launch
Thank you good sir and I look forward to playing ^-^
IGN: Adventurepoo
Age: 15
Did you read ALL the rules? Yes I read the rules, and I promice to respect them.
IC
Name: Jedadiah Longhorn
Karma: Neutral, Doesn't like to kill or do good deeds.
Age: 21
RP example:
*Drip* *Drip* *Drip* *THUMP*
Jed turns his head to realize that he's in trouble. As raiders approach, Jed loads his sidearm. He drops a bullet and panics. As he reaches for the bullet he is halted by raider scum.
*ClickClick*
The gun is locked and aimed at Jed's head. As he screams *NOW* and his friends rush in, annihilating all raiders in the room.
*Phew* Jed sighs of relief.
As he radios in to his brother to tell him of the good news, he fears that there may be more raiders approaching
Character biography:
Jedadiah was a lonesome boy who took to himself. He grew up in an apocolyptic substantic world with little supplies. Buildings were crashed and many people died. Those who didn't die were turned into grumpy ghouls who hated alot and despised of the normal people. He learned of mutants, who were foul beasts who attacked anyone in plain sight and had super strength. One day at the age of 12, he met a man who taught of law and order, mostly peace to the wastelands. The man said they were the NCR., and that they were powerful and in large numbers. Jed was not a mean or a kind child, but when it came to it he would always be nice to most of the villagers. At dinner servings and towns feasts he wouldn't take much. Infact, he would give off most of the food to less fortunate towns folk or the village strays. He used to watch as the hunters left the village to kill the raiders and bring back more food for the town. A few times some mysterious armored men would come into the town. He had heard rumors of them being called "The Brotherhood of Steel". His dream was to grow up and become a hunter and learn the basics of fighting and try to join with the Brotherhood. His father would always look down upon him, he never showed concern of what Jed would do and what Jed did that his mother was proud of. As he grew up and his father passed away, he noticed that it didn't make a change in his life and his mother was the only one that he ever cared for. He knew that if he trained right, someday... just maybe he will be granted access to assisting the Brotherhood.
Thanks for reading my application, I hope to see you all on the server soon!!
I swear I know you from somewhere...did you play on The Aftermath/From Flames server when it was alive?
My Laptop will be in the shop so I Probably won't be around for the release but when I get it back, Awwww I am going to RP like there is no tomorrow
Comments: The bio was fun to write though this is nothing compared to what I wanted to do but to save time its good enough the roleplay example was short since I prefer to use the bio and actual roleplay to speak for itself I like what I have heard about the architecture of the server so far and cannot wait to be able to join when the IP is up.
Quite a few, about 7 or 8 that I am aware of.
"Hey Davey, this kid calls himself shithead!"
"No way."
"Shithead. My name is shithead. My parents call me shithead. I am shithead."
"No kidding, it's on his little jacket and everything! Hey kid, it looks like you've been wearing that thing since since you was 10."
"I have. my father beat me when i took it off."
"Hey Jimbo, this kids givin' me eyes. Let's scoot."
"I should be getting home as well."
Shithead realigned Davey's head as he walked back down the alley to the cardboard box that constituted for a home.
yeah we've honestly lost count. that stuff happens when a servers been around for more than a year. only about 4 of those launches ever got popular or lasted longer than a month. we have one of the best staff of all launches though. the staff is only at 3 people right now. but judging by how much traffic were getting I'll probably be getting another mod here soon. by the looks of it, were going to have the best launch in history
Wait, what? I thought you had to find a fac in-game to join them? Or am I missing something?