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.
I reposted this as I posted it 3 or 4 pages ago...
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.
I reposted this as I posted it 3 or 4 pages ago...
Sorry If i got behind, the arguing caused me to forget some apps.
If your becoming a bandit, talk to pap to get a faction app.
Accepted
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IGN: TestSubjectFour Age: 16 Did you read ALL the rules?
IC:
Name: Marcus Santangelo Karma: Good
Age: 18 RP example:
Dust kicks up off of the broken street as dirty leather clad legs stumble by, probably hyped up on psycho to notice anything. The lid of the dumpster rises slowly, wait, there's two sets of footsteps. The lid lowers. Close call. A set of metal clad armour with spikes sticking out of the kneecaps also strides by, a bit slower, alert for noises, searching for anything suspicious.
Wait a minute, the footsteps stopped, he can hear voices but just hardly over the throbbing of his heart in his ears. Sounds like typical highwayman robbery. Stupid raiders.
The sound of a .357 echoes through the destroyed suburb
"That's what he gets for not giving up those caps" chuckled a dark gravelly voice. "let's go"
Those bastards. Not this time.
The one in the dumpster considers how to deal with this, he knows they will find him eventually, raiders never forgive the murder of a fellow monster. Brass knuckles? No, too close. Lead pipe? No, too weak. 10mm? No, too risky. Grenade? Perfect.
As soon as the footsteps fade a bit, he slowly slid out of the dumpster, grenade in hand
*Klik*
The explosion ripped through the air, creating a large swell of flame promptly rendering the two raiders, who's feet it had landed it at into tiny bits.
The man from the dumpster slowly walked down the road, picked up the dented but still intact caravan, and continued down the road.
"Damn, i smell terrible"
Character biography:
The Santangelo family can be traced around the midwestern United States. Before the war, It was a large military family and several family members were notorious scientists and inventors who helped lead the development of the D.N.A experiments on the Jackson's chameleons. When the remnants of the family emerged from vault 8, one or two were integrated into the Brotherhood of Steel, the others slowly started adapting to the wasteland, eventually becoming a long line of caravan drivers.
Until the age of 10, Marcus lived on the road with his father who delivered aid packages from the NCR to villages in need. After the fifth raider attack and the loss of his mother, Marcus's grieving father decided to settle down in the desolate town of Santa Anna California. Marcus could usually be found outside, exploring caves, lighting fires or climbing what little trees there were in the barren landscape.
The local NCR patrol officer that sat on the roof of the local fire department with his brush gun was the pique of his interest. He dreamed of one day of joining and serving in the rangers and wearing the armour, striking fear in to the hearts of any foe. At the age of 14, said dream was crushed when the town was attacked by raiders. The patrol ranger was nowhere to be found, along with several of the town's guns and most of the ammunition.
Other then a few raider attacks and the fire geckos, the town was a decent place to live, but the usual daily life of farming and lookout got quite monotonous.Rumours around the town told of a city untouched to the east, this greatly intrigued Marcus, enough so that he eventually set off, armed only with a set of brass knuckles and a grenade in search of this immaculate city.
Accepted, though I love the Geckos. PS - you gonna try to start a family mafia? pm pap to know more!
"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 Aaron 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.
Tallidus Catan paced outside an abandoned church, or at least the remnants, the only intact piece of the puzzle was the foundations on which it used to lay. Taking a minute to inspect his rifle for dust, Tallidus never let his gaze drop from the horizon for more than a few moments. The winchester had been in his family for generations, passed on through two world wars - it had even done a tour of service on the mantle of a bedroom in a vault for decades. He was amazed the thing worked at all, but was impressed with the accuracy it still maintained.
The silhouettes of his targets suddenly became visible against the edge of the horizon, made somewhat less distinct as the sun set in the west. Tallidus narrowed his eyes and pressed the scope against his brow, inspecting the number and apparent strength of the horde. No more than twenty, and fortunately none were feral, but these ghouls were moving faster than their usual aimless meandering. They weren't coming for Tallidus, as he was downwind from them, but running toward something else. A slow scan of the distance revealed another party, this one much smaller, about five from the little he could see.
Only these weren't ghouls, they were wanderers. One of them seemed to be struggling, pulling a brahmin along on a short rope, but the beast couldn't be hurried for any emergency, and the ghouls were closing in quickly.
Tallidus sprinted toward a nearby hilltop, kicking his knees high into the air as he gained elevation. Taking a sudden knee, he began to slow his breathing as the twilight consumed the horizon, making a clear shot all but impossible. He thought quickly, surveying the situation from all angles, until he noticed the payload on the brahmin's back. Large sacks that sagged around its saddlebags, marked with a distinctive character which could imply only one thing, gunpowder.
The wanderers screams shivered across the open expanse and landed on Tallidus' ear. He could see them turning to witness the ghouls closing in, only meters away. The one towing the brahmin decided to abandon the fruitless pursuit in a grasp at self-preservation - a smart move. Tallidus readied his rifle and squeezed the trigger, sending a bullet flashing through the air toward the group.
Luckily the wanderers had made it clear of the blast radius, and the pack of ghouls were clumped up around the brahmin, starting to feast on it's flesh. Before they were finished with the appetizer, the bullet found its target and ignited the largest bag of gunpowder, hurling pieces of mangled flesh through the air as a fireball erupted where the belated bovine had once been.
The wanderers fell back from the heat of the blast, eyes wide and mouths gaping. Surely they were sad to see their four-legged friend go, but thankful to be safe themselves.
Tallidus grinned to himself, realizing that none of the people he just saved would be able to see him, but it was getting too dark to make new friends, and there were other matters to attend to.
"Until next time," he whispered into the breeze, slinging the rifle across his back as he trudged back down the hillside into the black embrace of the night.
Character biography: Tallidus Catan
Born in Vault 79 buried in the outskirts of Phoenix. His parents were killed when the vault was raided by fiends who happened upon a secret entrance tunnel that had been dug decades earlier. His family heirloom, a trusty winchester rifle, was his only means of survival as an 8 year old boy being thrown into the wastelands of Arizona. Spending much of his formative years outside the vault proved to be quite useful in learning the ways of the real world. He worked briefly as a merchant's assistant, fetching product and ensuring deliveries were made on time.
After he turned 13, Tallidus went on to join a ragtag group of vigilantes who called themselves the "Suns" While short-lived, their time around Phoenix gathered a small amount of renown as keepers of the peace and moral activists. Although good values in bad times often have a way of catching people when they least expect it. In this instance, the band of brothers was attacked at a campsite one evening, and Tallidus once again found himself as the sole-survivor in a horrible slaughter.
Looking onward, he sought to join the Desert Rangers in hopes to prevent such atrocities from befalling those who were unable to defend themselves. While amiable and liked by his colleagues, Tallidus still holds his cards close to his chest, as a sense of distrust has taken hold of him throughout his tumultuous lifetime.
There are few who consider themselves a friend, and fewer who know more than a few small details about him.
Tallidus Catan paced outside an abandoned church, or at least the remnants, the only intact piece of the puzzle was the foundations on which it used to lay. Taking a minute to inspect his rifle for dust, Tallidus never let his gaze drop from the horizon for more than a few moments. The winchester had been in his family for generations, passed on through two world wars - it had even done a tour of service on the mantle of a bedroom in a vault for decades. He was amazed the thing worked at all, but was impressed with the accuracy it still maintained.
The silhouettes of his targets suddenly became visible against the edge of the horizon, made somewhat less distinct as the sun set in the west. Tallidus narrowed his eyes and pressed the scope against his brow, inspecting the number and apparent strength of the horde. No more than twenty, and fortunately none were feral, but these ghouls were moving faster than their usual aimless meandering. They weren't coming for Tallidus, as he was downwind from them, but running toward something else. A slow scan of the distance revealed another party, this one much smaller, about five from the little he could see.
Only these weren't ghouls, they were wanderers. One of them seemed to be struggling, pulling a brahmin along on a short rope, but the beast couldn't be hurried for any emergency, and the ghouls were closing in quickly.
Tallidus sprinted toward a nearby hilltop, kicking his knees high into the air as he gained elevation. Taking a sudden knee, he began to slow his breathing as the twilight consumed the horizon, making a clear shot all but impossible. He thought quickly, surveying the situation from all angles, until he noticed the payload on the brahmin's back. Large sacks that sagged around its saddlebags, marked with a distinctive character which could imply only one thing, gunpowder.
The wanderers screams shivered across the open expanse and landed on Tallidus' ear. He could see them turning to witness the ghouls closing in, only meters away. The one towing the brahmin decided to abandon the fruitless pursuit in a grasp at self-preservation - a smart move. Tallidus readied his rifle and squeezed the trigger, sending a bullet flashing through the air toward the group.
Luckily the wanderers had made it clear of the blast radius, and the pack of ghouls were clumped up around the brahmin, starting to feast on it's flesh. Before they were finished with the appetizer, the bullet found its target and ignited the largest bag of gunpowder, hurling pieces of mangled flesh through the air as a fireball erupted where the belated bovine had once been.
The wanderers fell back from the heat of the blast, eyes wide and mouths gaping. Surely they were sad to see their four-legged friend go, but thankful to be safe themselves.
Tallidus grinned to himself, realizing that none of the people he just saved would be able to see him, but it was getting too dark to make new friends, and there were other matters to attend to.
"Until next time," he whispered into the breeze, slinging the rifle across his back as he trudged back down the hillside into the black embrace of the night.
Character biography: Tallidus Catan
Born in Vault 79 buried in the outskirts of Phoenix. His parents were killed when the vault was raided by fiends who happened upon a secret entrance tunnel that had been dug decades earlier. His family heirloom, a trusty winchester rifle, was his only means of survival as an 8 year old boy being thrown into the wastelands of Arizona. Spending much of his formative years outside the vault proved to be quite useful in learning the ways of the real world. He worked briefly as a merchant's assistant, fetching product and ensuring deliveries were made on time.
After he turned 13, Tallidus went on to join a ragtag group of vigilantes who called themselves the "Suns" While short-lived, their time around Phoenix gathered a small amount of renown as keepers of the peace and moral activists. Although good values in bad times often have a way of catching people when they least expect it. In this instance, the band of brothers was attacked at a campsite one evening, and Tallidus once again found himself as the sole-survivor in a horrible slaughter.
Looking onward, he sought to join the Desert Rangers in hopes to prevent such atrocities from befalling those who were unable to defend themselves. While amiable and liked by his colleagues, Tallidus still holds his cards close to his chest, as a sense of distrust has taken hold of him throughout his tumultuous lifetime.
There are few who consider themselves a friend, and fewer who know more than a few small details about him.
I see you actually thought for quite awhile of your application. I see keywords that show you know what the theme is. And I see a few names from Fallout lore. Great read. Accepted.
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IGN: DivinePursuit
Age: 15
Did you read ALL the rules? Yes
IC:
Name: Alexander Micgin
Karma: (Good,Neutral,Bad) Neutral
Age: 21
RP example: *After walking closer the gate Alexander realizes something, there are skulls and red flags surrounding the entrance to the town* Alexander: Legion outpost. *Suddenly a door near the gate slams open and out pour Legion guards* Guards: Stop! Surrender now or made into an example! *Alexander breaks into a sprint and outruns the guards, after gaining some distance from him and the guards he jukes and jives through some ruins about 40 feet away from the gate until he is out of sight* Alexander: God they're growing fast... Character biography, (must be at least 1 paragraph): Alexander was born into the wasteland from a small family of merchants, knowing he wanted to exceed the quality of life his family lived, he moved out at an early age in seach of a place for him in the world. He wandered for about 2 years (he was 19) after finding the Brootherhood of Steel and a small town near a hideout. He lived in the town until he felt developed enough as a survivalist to attempt to join the Brootherhood, and now his time has come. Alexander usually chooses to stay away from others, he will openly interact with people he knows and trusts, but normally steers clear of strangers and outsiders. Thank you! And sorry for the format of my app, I put it into notepad to fill it out and it messed up the organization
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IGN: gassymexiacn
Age: 15
Did you read ALL the rules? *insert diamond here*
IC:
Name: Henry Hamilton
Karma: Neutral
Age: 38
RP example:
Henry wakes up, sits up on his bed and starts bawling his eyes out. He knew it was his fault shes gone, it was his responsibility and he couldn't take care of her on his own, but he knew he had to find her. She could be anywhere but he wasn't going to quit. He didn't want it to happen again.
Character biography, (must be at least 1 paragraph): Henry grew up in an unnamed town with his mother and brother. His mother had a drinking problem and one day she got very drunk and left with a slave trader and Henry and his brother never saw her again. Henry and his brother roamed the wastes doing whatever they wanted, getting into trouble and occasionally helping the people that needed help out. One day they Henry met a woman named Claire and decided to settle down with her, his brother didn't like that and got angry and left. Months later they had a child that they named Lupo.When Lupo was 6 a group of raiders raided where Henry was settling and killed Claire and took Lupo. Claire was killed by Henrys brother, Henrys brother joined the raiders. And hes been trying to find Lupo for 2 years now, hoping to find her.
OOC
IGN: Handsomedood
Age: 17
Did you read ALL the rules? Yeah probably.
IC:
Name: Ulysses Grayson
Karma: Neutral
Age: 31
RP example:
Grayson leaned up against the charred excuse for a tree. He pulled his scarf over his face, it was insufferably hot, but the sand and the dry air was beginning to fill his lungs. He could hear the legionares in the distance, he was not a local, but had heard the horror stories of the Legion and knew they didn't play well with others. He got up, brushed the dust off his coat and carried on, the war drums still moving in his direction.
He moved along the cracked and beaten highway when he saw a settlement in the distance. Feeling more secured he picked up the pace only to have his heart sink when he saw the two-headed bear flag come into view. He had come into contact with the NCR before when he began moving west. He looked back over his shoulder for and stopped for a moment. "Maybe it would be better to be crucified than to have to deal with these self-righteous pricks" he muttered to himself. He sighed and kept moving forward. He knew they meant well, but never really cared for the "with the barrel of my gun" approach to freedom or civility.
He finally made it to the camp and was met with a chainlink fence and a uniform man with a clip board. The soldier looked up and said with almost a groan, "Name?"
"Ulysses, Ulysses Grayson"
"Profession?" The guard asked in a gravely voice, clearly scarred from years of smoking.
"Uhhh, physician of sorts I suppose."
"Take a seat next to the others."
Grayson sat on the nearby bench, accompanied by an obvious caravaner. They sat their in silence for a few moments before the soldier with the clipboard opened the gate and notioned for him to enter the camp. He then turned to Grayson and said "Sorry buddy, we're all full tonight, nothing we can do about it."
Shocked, he raised his hand in protest for a moment, then realized the futality of it and walked off without a word. About thirty minutes later he heard gunshots coming from the direction of the camp. Smoke rose from the cabins inside the fence, suddenly he realized why the Legionares were moving north. He smirked for a moment, then swung his scarf back around his neck, it was getting cold now.
Character biography:
Ulysses Grayson was the local doctor for a small settlement east of Arizona. He picked up the trade from his father the best he could, but with little pre-war medical books left in the area his knowledge in the medical fields was mostly basic, but the settlement rarely had conflicts or accidents so not much was needed. When his father passed at the age of 54, he became the settlement's only doctor. After his father's passing the couriers stopped bringing medical supplies in, no one knew how he had made contact with them before. It wasn't long before the old began dieing off and the smallest of injuries became maliciously infected. The town soon after disbanded, Grayson being one of the last ones to leave. He started roaming westwards, helping whoever he could with whatever he had. People still died around him and his guilt still eats away at him.
OOC
IGN: gassymexiacn
Age: 15
Did you read ALL the rules? *insert diamond here*
IC:
Name: Henry Hamilton
Karma: Neutral
Age: 38
RP example:
Henry wakes up, sits up on his bed and starts bawling his eyes out. He knew it was his fault shes gone, it was his responsibility and he couldn't take care of her on his own, but he knew he had to find her. She could be anywhere but he wasn't going to quit. He didn't want it to happen again.
Character biography, (must be at least 1 paragraph): Henry grew up in an unnamed town with his mother and brother. His mother had a drinking problem and one day she got very drunk and left with a slave trader and Henry and his brother never saw her again. Henry and his brother roamed the wastes doing whatever they wanted, getting into trouble and occasionally helping the people that needed help out. One day they Henry met a woman named Claire and decided to settle down with her, his brother didn't like that and got angry and left. Months later they had a child that they named Lupo.When Lupo was 6 a group of raiders raided where Henry was settling and killed Claire and took Lupo. Claire was killed by Henrys brother, Henrys brother joined the raiders. And hes been trying to find Lupo for 2 years now, hoping to find her.
Accepted, and your name, it reminds me of the creature hub.
OOC
IGN: Handsomedood
Age: 17
Did you read ALL the rules? Yeah probably.
IC:
Name: Ulysses Grayson
Karma: Neutral
Age: 31
RP example:
Grayson leaned up against the charred excuse for a tree. He pulled his scarf over his face, it was insufferably hot, but the sand and the dry air was beginning to fill his lungs. He could hear the legionares in the distance, he was not a local, but had heard the horror stories of the Legion and knew they didn't play well with others. He got up, brushed the dust off his coat and carried on, the war drums still moving in his direction.
He moved along the cracked and beaten highway when he saw a settlement in the distance. Feeling more secured he picked up the pace only to have his heart sink when he saw the two-headed bear flag come into view. He had come into contact with the NCR before when he began moving west. He looked back over his shoulder for and stopped for a moment. "Maybe it would be better to be crucified than to have to deal with these self-righteous pricks" he muttered to himself. He sighed and kept moving forward. He knew they meant well, but never really cared for the "with the barrel of my gun" approach to freedom or civility.
He finally made it to the camp and was met with a chainlink fence and a uniform man with a clip board. The soldier looked up and said with almost a groan, "Name?"
"Ulysses, Ulysses Grayson"
"Profession?" The guard asked in a gravely voice, clearly scarred from years of smoking.
"Uhhh, physician of sorts I suppose."
"Take a seat next to the others."
Grayson sat on the nearby bench, accompanied by an obvious caravaner. They sat their in silence for a few moments before the soldier with the clipboard opened the gate and notioned for him to enter the camp. He then turned to Grayson and said "Sorry buddy, we're all full tonight, nothing we can do about it."
Shocked, he raised his hand in protest for a moment, then realized the futality of it and walked off without a word. About thirty minutes later he heard gunshots coming from the direction of the camp. Smoke rose from the cabins inside the fence, suddenly he realized why the Legionares were moving north. He smirked for a moment, then swung his scarf back around his neck.
Character biography:
Ulysses Grayson was the local doctor for a small settlement east of Arizona. He picked up the trade from his father the best he could, but with little pre-war medical books left in the area his knowledge in the medical fields was mostly basic, but the settlement rarely had conflicts or accidents so not much was needed. When his father passed at the age of 54, he became the settlement's only doctor. After his father's passing the couriers stopped bringing medical supplies in, no one knew how he had made contact with them before. It wasn't long before the old began dieing off and the smallest of injuries became maliciously infected. The town soon after disbanded, Grayson being one of the last ones to leave. He started roaming westwards, helping whoever he could with whatever he had. People still died around him and his guilt still eats away at him.
Accepted, also if Ulysses is referring to the guy form NV, please don't. Its better in the long run to be yourself than someone from the game.
OOC
IGN: DivinePursuit
Age: 15
Did you read ALL the rules? Yes
IC:
Name: Alexander
Karma: (Good,Neutral,Bad) Neutral
Age: 21
RP example: *After walking closer the gate Alexander realizes something, there are skulls and red flags surrounding the entrance to the town* Alexander: Legion outpost. *Suddenly a door near the gate slams open and out pour Legion guards* Guards: Stop! Surrender now or made into an example! *Alexander breaks into a sprint and outruns the guards, after gaining some distance from him and the guards he jukes and jives through some ruins about 40 feet away from the gate until he is out of sight* Alexander: God they're growing fast... Character biography, (must be at least 1 paragraph): Alexander was born into the wasteland from a small family of merchants, knowing he wanted to exceed the quality of life his family lived, he moved out at an early age in seach of a place for him in the world. He wandered for about 2 years (he was 19) after finding the Brootherhood of Steel and a small town near a hideout. He lived in the town until he felt developed enough as a survivalist to attempt to join the Brootherhood, and now his time has come. Alexander usually chooses to stay away from others, he will openly interact with people he knows and trusts, but normally steers clear of strangers and outsiders. Thank you! And sorry for the format of my app, I put it into notepad to fill it out and it messed up the organization
Denied, please re-read the rules. if you can't use mc fourms, then do what the object is there in print IE: = *Diamond pants*
OOC
IGN: DivinePursuit
Age: 15
Did you read ALL the rules? Yes
IC:
Name: Alexander Micgin
Karma: (Good,Neutral,Bad) Neutral
Age: 21
RP example: *After walking closer the gate Alexander realizes something, there are skulls and red flags surrounding the entrance to the town* Alexander: Legion outpost. *Suddenly a door near the gate slams open and out pour Legion guards* Guards: Stop! Surrender now or made into an example! *Alexander breaks into a sprint and outruns the guards, after gaining some distance from him and the guards he jukes and jives through some ruins about 40 feet away from the gate until he is out of sight* Alexander: God they're growing fast... Character biography, (must be at least 1 paragraph): Alexander was born into the wasteland from a small family of merchants, knowing he wanted to exceed the quality of life his family lived, he moved out at an early age in seach of a place for him in the world. He wandered for about 2 years (he was 19) after finding the Brootherhood of Steel and a small town near a hideout. He lived in the town until he felt developed enough as a survivalist to attempt to join the Brootherhood, and now his time has come. Alexander usually chooses to stay away from others, he will openly interact with people he knows and trusts, but normally steers clear of strangers and outsiders. Thank you! And sorry for the format of my app, I put it into notepad to fill it out and it messed up the organization. ** Also I am sorry about the bad app earlier.
RP example: He had prepared for this moment for weeks, with one goal in mind. Take out the Legion camp, and the settlement would be safe. The small town of Poker Flats was in danger, and Daxter was the member of the NCR put in place to take out the threat. After he checked his gear over again he pressed his goggles to his face, then let out under the shades of night. 200 feet from the camp, and he could easily see faces around the campfires of the camp in his scope, of soldiers and slaves alike. To take down the camp, however, he would try his best to not let them see him, just create enough chaos to force a retreat.
He had decided to leave his sniper behind a rock outside of camp, and now he noticed it saved his life, he was cramped behind some crates, with two legion troops right in front of them. If he had the rifle it would have stuck out like a sore thumb, and the mission would have failed before it began. Once the soldiers moved on he started lighting the fire, it would do most of the work by destroying tents and supplies, making it harder to stand their ground when the time came. The next objective would be killing the legate in charge, and it would be easily done in the hustle, with one simple shot from the .44 Magnum.
About 10 minutes later and Daxter was a half mile away, the camp behind him burning with a single man with a bullet in his head. This is why the NCR liked him, he got the job done with the least amount of bloodshed in the least amount of time...
Character biography: Daxter grew up to parents in the NCR, his father being a sniper and his mother working a desk job. From a young age he was trained both in skill and wisdom, molding a hardened infiltrator that would be the best at what he did one day. Though even with the shady dealings of his craft, he tended to have a heart for those who deserved it, and got married to a lass while he was off-duty in California. He tried to keep it alive, but vacation didn't last forever, and the dreaded 'Dear John' letter came with terrible timing; catching him when his morale was at its lowest. These days he can kill with little to no remorse, burn down a camp without thinking about it, whatever keeps him going...
RP example: He had prepared for this moment for weeks, with one goal in mind. Take out the Legion camp, and the settlement would be safe. The small town of Poker Flats was in danger, and Daxter was the member of the NCR put in place to take out the threat. After he checked his gear over again he pressed his goggles to his face, then let out under the shades of night. 200 feet from the camp, and he could easily see faces around the campfires of the camp in his scope, of soldiers and slaves alike. To take down the camp, however, he would try his best to not let them see him, just create enough chaos to force a retreat.
He had decided to leave his sniper behind a rock outside of camp, and now he noticed it saved his life, he was cramped behind some crates, with two legion troops right in front of them. If he had the rifle it would have stuck out like a sore thumb, and the mission would have failed before it began. Once the soldiers moved on he started lighting the fire, it would do most of the work by destroying tents and supplies, making it harder to stand their ground when the time came. The next objective would be killing the legate in charge, and it would be easily done in the hustle, with one simple shot from the .44 Magnum.
About 10 minutes later and Daxter was a half mile away, the camp behind him burning with a single man with a bullet in his head. This is why the NCR liked him, he got the job done with the least amount of bloodshed in the least amount of time...
Character biography: Daxter grew up to parents in the NCR, his father being a sniper and his mother working a desk job. From a young age he was trained both in skill and wisdom, molding a hardened infiltrator that would be the best at what he did one day. Though even with the shady dealings of his craft, he tended to have a heart for those who deserved it, and got married to a lass while he was off-duty in California. He tried to keep it alive, but vacation didn't last forever, and the dreaded 'Dear John' letter came with terrible timing; catching him when his morale was at its lowest. These days he can kill with little to no remorse, burn down a camp without thinking about it, whatever keeps him going...
OOC
IGN: DivinePursuit
Age: 15
Did you read ALL the rules? Yes
IC:
Name: Alexander Micgin
Karma: (Good,Neutral,Bad) Neutral
Age: 21
RP example: *After walking closer the gate Alexander realizes something, there are skulls and red flags surrounding the entrance to the town* Alexander: Legion outpost. *Suddenly a door near the gate slams open and out pour Legion guards* Guards: Stop! Surrender now or made into an example! *Alexander breaks into a sprint and outruns the guards, after gaining some distance from him and the guards he jukes and jives through some ruins about 40 feet away from the gate until he is out of sight* Alexander: God they're growing fast... Character biography, (must be at least 1 paragraph): Alexander was born into the wasteland from a small family of merchants, knowing he wanted to exceed the quality of life his family lived, he moved out at an early age in seach of a place for him in the world. He wandered for about 2 years (he was 19) after finding the Brootherhood of Steel and a small town near a hideout. He lived in the town until he felt developed enough as a survivalist to attempt to join the Brootherhood, and now his time has come. Alexander usually chooses to stay away from others, he will openly interact with people he knows and trusts, but normally steers clear of strangers and outsiders. Thank you! And sorry for the format of my app, I put it into notepad to fill it out and it messed up the organization. ** Also I am sorry about the bad app earlier.
Accepted, if you wish to join the BoS talk to thermal, he's the leader of it.
Of course. However, I don't know what a meta gamer/power gamer is and would like to make sure I am not one.
IC:
Name: Synnic
Karma: (Good,Neutral,Bad) Bad, bad, bad.
Age: 29
Character biography, (must be at least 1 paragraph): After a trip many years ago to New Vegas, Synnic had become a man more and more obsessed with a single goal: recreating the wondrous, magnificent structures of the Old World. The Lucky 38 in particular left him absolutely awed at the majesty of what architecture used to be, as opposed to the scrap metal shanties of post-war constructions. Through the years and the darkness of an increasingly volatile and hostile world, Synnic always thought back to the incredible buildings of New Vegas as a bastion of hope, a symbol of man's true potential outside of the harsh radioactive wastelands that are reality. Ruthlessly efficient and sleazy as can be, with flexible morals and an all consuming passion to finish the job, Synnic quickly gained notoriety all around the wastelands as one of the best architects that can be found post-war.
Of course. However, I don't know what a meta gamer/power gamer is and would like to make sure I am not one.
IC:
Name: Synnic
Karma: (Good,Neutral,Bad) Bad, bad, bad.
Age: 29
Character biography, (must be at least 1 paragraph): After a trip many years ago to New Vegas, Synnic had become a man more and more obsessed with a single goal: recreating the wondrous, magnificent structures of the Old World. The Lucky 38 in particular left him absolutely awed at the majesty of what architecture used to be, as opposed to the scrap metal shanties of post-war constructions. Through the years and the darkness of an increasingly volatile and hostile world, Synnic always thought back to the incredible buildings of New Vegas as a bastion of hope, a symbol of man's true potential outside of the harsh radioactive wastelands that are reality. Ruthlessly efficient and sleazy as can be, with flexible morals and an all consuming passion to finish the job, Synnic quickly gained notoriety all around the wastelands as one of the best architects that can be found post-war.
Sorry If i got behind, the arguing caused me to forget some apps.
If your becoming a bandit, talk to pap to get a faction app.
Accepted
Accepted, though I love the Geckos. PS - you gonna try to start a family mafia? pm pap to know more!
"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.
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 Aaron 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.
Please, for the love of god don't quote the whole thing. Cut it down to their IGN or something.
PS: THIS IS THE LIST THAT I'VE ACCEPTED SO FAR:
TheVaultDwellerman
Topwomble
qwerty19951999
Hyenabro
AnOrpanage
OmegaLegions
MissTerribad
Ishot2drop
zipperzack
HunterActual
Xpressbullet
bietjen
fallout539
DocterCrimson
imjosephim
squarehead888
ii_GoldDigger_ii
RocNR011a
HyperHeadshot12
Adventurepoo
TestSubjectFour
Gigaknight1
IF its not on there, repost your app, unless ricky, bacon or pap has checked yours already!
A new Lone Wanderer? You gonna track down your dad?
What would be the point of that the campaign would be half over he already knows his dad is dead XD
IGN: DivinePursuit
Age: 15
Did you read ALL the rules? Yes
IC:
Name: Alexander Micgin
Karma: (Good,Neutral,Bad) Neutral
Age: 21
RP example: *After walking closer the gate Alexander realizes something, there are skulls and red flags surrounding the entrance to the town* Alexander: Legion outpost. *Suddenly a door near the gate slams open and out pour Legion guards* Guards: Stop! Surrender now or made into an example! *Alexander breaks into a sprint and outruns the guards, after gaining some distance from him and the guards he jukes and jives through some ruins about 40 feet away from the gate until he is out of sight* Alexander: God they're growing fast... Character biography, (must be at least 1 paragraph): Alexander was born into the wasteland from a small family of merchants, knowing he wanted to exceed the quality of life his family lived, he moved out at an early age in seach of a place for him in the world. He wandered for about 2 years (he was 19) after finding the Brootherhood of Steel and a small town near a hideout. He lived in the town until he felt developed enough as a survivalist to attempt to join the Brootherhood, and now his time has come. Alexander usually chooses to stay away from others, he will openly interact with people he knows and trusts, but normally steers clear of strangers and outsiders. Thank you!
IGN: gassymexiacn
Age: 15
Did you read ALL the rules? *insert diamond here*
IC:
Name: Henry Hamilton
Karma: Neutral
Age: 38
RP example:
Henry wakes up, sits up on his bed and starts bawling his eyes out. He knew it was his fault shes gone, it was his responsibility and he couldn't take care of her on his own, but he knew he had to find her. She could be anywhere but he wasn't going to quit. He didn't want it to happen again.
Character biography, (must be at least 1 paragraph): Henry grew up in an unnamed town with his mother and brother. His mother had a drinking problem and one day she got very drunk and left with a slave trader and Henry and his brother never saw her again. Henry and his brother roamed the wastes doing whatever they wanted, getting into trouble and occasionally helping the people that needed help out. One day they Henry met a woman named Claire and decided to settle down with her, his brother didn't like that and got angry and left. Months later they had a child that they named Lupo.When Lupo was 6 a group of raiders raided where Henry was settling and killed Claire and took Lupo. Claire was killed by Henrys brother, Henrys brother joined the raiders. And hes been trying to find Lupo for 2 years now, hoping to find her.
IGN: Handsomedood
Age: 17
Did you read ALL the rules? Yeah probably.
IC:
Name: Ulysses Grayson
Karma: Neutral
Age: 31
RP example:
Character biography:
Accepted, and your name, it reminds me of the creature hub.
IGN: Handsomedood
IGN: DivinePursuit
Denied, please re-read the rules. if you can't use mc fourms, then do what the object is there in print IE:
I haven't played NV in depth and have no idea who Ulysses is, I just like the name Ulysses.
IGN: DivinePursuit
Age: 15
Did you read ALL the rules? Yes
IC:
Name: Alexander Micgin
Karma: (Good,Neutral,Bad) Neutral
Age: 21
RP example: *After walking closer the gate Alexander realizes something, there are skulls and red flags surrounding the entrance to the town* Alexander: Legion outpost. *Suddenly a door near the gate slams open and out pour Legion guards* Guards: Stop! Surrender now or made into an example! *Alexander breaks into a sprint and outruns the guards, after gaining some distance from him and the guards he jukes and jives through some ruins about 40 feet away from the gate until he is out of sight* Alexander: God they're growing fast... Character biography, (must be at least 1 paragraph): Alexander was born into the wasteland from a small family of merchants, knowing he wanted to exceed the quality of life his family lived, he moved out at an early age in seach of a place for him in the world. He wandered for about 2 years (he was 19) after finding the Brootherhood of Steel and a small town near a hideout. He lived in the town until he felt developed enough as a survivalist to attempt to join the Brootherhood, and now his time has come. Alexander usually chooses to stay away from others, he will openly interact with people he knows and trusts, but normally steers clear of strangers and outsiders. Thank you!
IGN: DivinePursuit
Accepted, if you wish to join the BoS talk to thermal, he's the leader of it.
Denied, please re-read the rules.