IGN: Sirbonzaiatak
Source(s): I searched Fallout on MCForums
Why Us?: Durr- Fallout
RP Experience: Other fallout RP servers+ Roleplaying servers like HoG-LOTC
IC
Name:Iron
Age: 200+
Gender:Male
Appearance: Bronze- Half of face is destroyed
Personality: Monotone- Being a robot comes with a lack of personality
Background:Iron was built by RobCo back in 2066, marking Iron a pre-war model. Iron specifically was in a museum for many people to see. He was hand built, unlike his predecessors. Iron was the best of his model, the Z-18 unit. A few years after the great war, Iron was activated by a man wearing a strange yellow suit. Iron followed him through what used to be the beautiful capitol of the United States. The man was shot a day after Iron was activated, marking Iron ownerless. Iron went off on his own to survive. He lived for years with the Brotherhood of Steel faction in DC. They used their advanced technology to give Iron many upgrades. When they were attacked, Iron was lost and ran west, a point of interest in his mind. His builder would always talk about how maybe the West was more peaceful than DC. Iron's model was built for the sole purpose of serving as a right hand man to someone. Iron has not lived in one place for more than a week since the museum. Iron runs on solar energy, and scavenged to find what he needed to make it to the West.
Iron, as well as a servant, is very smart and also is designed for combat. When he was traveling through the desert, he was stopped by merchants so they could kill him and take his parts. One of the merchants, also a slaver, shot him in one of his eyes. He had major repairs to that side of his head, which causes his systems to tick a lot. His AI was also damaged. He hopes to find a repair man eventually that can help him.
That sounds a little bit too fantasy for the fallout universe. How much have you played of it? It all sounds so pristenely clean. Although the process is there, and I can respect that. If this was a LotR server, or skyrim, or just about any other fantasy type role play. I'd accept this no problem, but as is nearly everything about it bothers me. I hate to be that guy, especially this early into the app game. Could you redo it? If you want some help figuring things out, send me a pm on here. And I'll get back to you after work tomorrow. I've got no problem helping you feel a lore friendly and proper character to roam the Mojave. Hope to hear from you soon.
Thanks for the constructive criticism I will go over it and see if I can make it more Fallouty, this is after all a Fallout server lol, I will get to it and I would like some advise because I am very new to this universe;)
IGN:Lord_clover
Source(s):Mc.Forum
Why Us?:Because I am just getting into the fallout universe and I like to RP, two birds one stone:P
RP Experience:High 7/10 IC
Name: Gladeram Bromfire
Age:22
Gender:Male
Appearance:A beard dark hair, dark traveling clothes for practical purposes and usually carries a walking stick
Personality:He understands the difference between right and wrong and lives his life by virtues, he loves to explore
Background: Gladeram was raised on in Mojave wandering with his father Rodrin and cousin Johrian , both of whom taught how to fend for himself, live off the land, and help the people around him. He was taught how to and take care of and survie off of the little good land left in the world. He also was raised with the idea of honor and fighting with a purpose. His father, who had once been a soldier,and had taught him self defence and how to handle himself and his cousin. Gladeram knew the difference between right and wrong and lived his life on his principles.
Later on in Gladeram's life he began to want to explore the Mojave on his own and start his own life. When he became a man on his 16th birthday he decided, with his fathers blessing, to leave the path he was on and explore the land. However his cousin Johrian had caught up to him and had accompanied Gladeram on his adventures.
While on the trip the band had gone through many different troubles on their trek. They had fought off and escaped from wild, and some times mutated, animals. They had met and made friends and enimies with other travelers who would help and attack them through their journy. By then the two travelers had survived famine, and illness. It seemed no matter how bad things had gotten, they always seemed they could over come and defeat the obstacle.
After 5 years and ,an encounter with radioactive water, Johrian was begining to change and become more reclusive and evil in his thoughts and actions. He began to become angry over nothing, and snap and threaten Gladeram for almost no apparent reason. In addition, whenever they encountered enemies, Johrian had began killing their enemys mercilessly and with an evil pleasure. Gladeram sensing things were wrong had confronted Johrian. Johrian, was in a especially angry mood, attacked Gladeram and forced Gladeram to defend himself, and ending with Gladeram killing Johrian.
Crushed from loseing his cousin Gladeram didn't know what to do. He had continued traveling, and visiting settlements and on some ocassions cities where he would wallow in his loss. However he had to continue even without his cousin. So Gladeram had decided to wait in the next city he visited and wait for somthing to come and bring him back to his travels...
IGN:Lord_clover
Source(s):Mc.Forum
Why Us?:Because I am just getting into the fallout universe and I like to RP, two birds one stone:P
RP Experience:High 7/10 IC
Name: Gladeram Bromfire
Age:22
Gender:Male
Appearance:A beard dark hair, dark traveling clothes for practical purposes and usually carries a walking stick
Personality:He understands the difference between right and wrong and lives his life by virtues, he loves to explore
Background: -circumcision-
Much better this time. It retains your over all backstory and character traits but alludes to more the post apocalyptic dystopia future we all know and love. You just have to remember, Fallout is a radioactive post apocalypse full of 50's scifi logic. We'll be barely existing scraping together our meager often violent lives. Robots, guns, war, cow boys and mutants, and lots of bottle caps.
IGN: Sirbonzaiatak
Source(s): I searched Fallout on MCForums
Why Us?: Durr- Fallout
RP Experience: Other fallout RP servers+ Roleplaying servers like HoG-LOTC
IC
Name:Iron
Age: 200+
Gender:Male
Appearance: Bronze- Half of face is destroyed
Personality: Monotone- Being a robot comes with a lack of personality
Background:-circumsized-
I'm a littl curious about this guy. It could be a really neat and interesting little character you've got here. And Iv'e seen people role play protectatrons and other such robots. Although my question is, what do you really look like? All I know is you're a robot with half a face. If you could elaborata little more it'd be great. Accepted though.
OOC
IGN: TehKittehRay
Source(s): My friends
Why Us?: I've been look for a new fall out server for a while and this looked neat
RP Experience: I've played fallout new vegas and ive been on a couple of RP servers
IC
Name: Ted/Joe/Bob [He forgot his full name so hes confused]
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Appearance: He wears -Brotherhood of steel armor
Personality: intelligent
Background: Ted was an unlucky teen when he was infected by the FEV from mutants. He escaped when the changes happened. But he was outside when the moon exploded. With all of his horrible luck he ran for 22. The plants and FEV merged inside of him causing him to become a cross between plant and mutant [Like harold :D]
He walked upon an injured paladin that he tryed his best to help. The soldier was his only friend for a while, his friend gave him training for the armor and gave it to him . Ted and his friend got seperated when mutants attacked the apartment complex they were in. Ted suffered from a bad head injury when he banged his head running out of the building when a grenade was launched at a wall.
He hasnt seen his friend since then and wonders the wastes looking for a new friend...
I'm not sold on this guy. I'm sure you'll be fine in game and I"m just being really picky. I dislike that you have him with power armor. But I"m going to leave it for Crafting, as he started off with you. Good luck to you sir.
So excited.
Not sure... if there's anything wrong with the character's age. If you feel that she is too young, I'll adjust it a little or even play a different character.
OOC
IGN: saadie
Source(s): wolfie_seekar and the old skorpian company from the WW server.
Why Us?: Everything seems so nice and professional. Nothing irritates me more than having mods and admin who are extremely biased and rude! It looks like a lot of fun and I want to be there when everything kicks off.
RP Experience: 10 years of paragraph roleplayings, a handful of years table-top roleplaying, along with a couple servers.
IC
Name: Ava
Age: 11
Gender: Female
Appearance: Scrawny, probably looks much younger than she really is. Tends to run around on all fours. She wears the pelt of a dog on her back and the top of her head. Ava's face is round, dried blood covers her face along with dirt. For being just 11, she is covered in scars. All of her teeth have been filed down to points. She has a smallish nose, but there are a couple notches missing in it and it's pretty broken. Ava is far from pretty from all of the wounds and the dirt covering her face. Her hair is dark red and long, although it's mostly in knots. Her eyes are medium brown.
Personality: Absolutely feral. It's hard to reason or speak with her in a calm manner. Usually bribery in the form of some sort of meat or flesh is necessary before she can even consider listening. Ava is, obviously, very hard to deal with as she's very headstrong and a little more than crazy. However, once her adoration is won over she's loyal and protective to the end. This is both a blessing and a curse, as she'll be likely to bite the fingers off of anyone who so much as pokes said person.
Background: -snip-
Another nifty little character. I like the idea. It might be a little difficult to keep up a continued role and communication with you. But hey who knows. Suprise me with this one will you? Accepted.
Also on the topic of Ava, I just thought about this. Not many wolves in the Mojave. Plenty of Coyotes and dogs though. So if she's going to have any kind of pelt on her, it'd probably be that.
The Meaning of Life, the Universe, and Everything.
Location:
USA
Join Date:
7/16/2011
Posts:
484
Minecraft:
Gram
Member Details
[u][b]OOC[/b][/u] IGN: HunterActual Source(s): TheDevilsPoet and Wolfie_Seekar WhyUs?: I was referred to you by a couple of friends and I am looking new server. RP Experience: I have played on many servers including Fallout: War Never Changes,TheVaultRp, and Fallout:Wild Wasteland. [u][b]IC[/b][/u] Name: Joshua Hawkeye Age:25 Gender: Male Appearance: Caucasian. 6' with long,shaggy blonde hair. His eyes are a are blue and outlined in a very thin line of silver due to genetic mutation. He wears pre-war riot gear. Personality: A cold and unforgiving man. He dislikes many people and has few friends. Background: Born to a family in the NCR he was raised with the mentality that the NCR needed to civilize the Wastes. His family moved to the Mojave in hopes of gaining money and living well. His family had once been rich, but the brahmin barons had paid mercenaries to kill the family's brahmin. The mercs succeed and the family lost everything. So Vegas was, in a sense, their last hope for a decent life. Josh was only 13 when they moved to New Vegas. After living there for ten years his mother grew sick of an unknown disease. She died within weeks of contracting the sickness. The disease was ravenous and "jumped" from his mother's body to his younger sister's. She was dead in a month. Joshua and his father took it hard as any human would. His father became a shell of his former self and wouldn't try to eat,drink, nor bathe.
After two years of running the business Joshua had made enough money to leave his father in good care. His father still a shell of a man didn't say good bye to him when he walked from the house. So Joshua left. He didn't go the family graves or say good bye to the maids he had hired to take care of his father. Joshua also left the company in the hands of his younger cousin and left the fortune to him as well. He had no purpose for leaving. perhaps it made him sad to stay. Perhaps he sought greater fortune. But one thing is known. He was no longer the same.
Sorry about posting this again, But I got the President's application done. I've already okayed the position with Crafting_mines! :3
LEAD LORE WRITER:
IGN: caster55666
Age: 16
Writing Experience: I have had 6 years roleplaying on various websites. Keep in mind, It has been across multiple websites. My profile for my most active is HERE.
Examples of work:
"Please, Be careful!"
The sound of Amata shouting to Rose was nearly drowned out by sound of the giant steel door that kept Vault 101 from the rest of the world started sliding back into place. Rose turned back just in time to see the Overseer shove Amata out of the way and try to leave the vault, a 10 Millimeter pistol in hand. The solid door slid into place just in time to lock the Overseer in, and With that final, mighty clang, Rose was left alone in the world. She shed a single tear and what could have been, what a wonderful life she could have had if her Father hadn't left, before turning around. She sidestepped the destroyed skeletons of the protestors that littered the ground outside the vault, a worried expression plastered on her face. She forced herself to to look away, to look at the door at the end of the small, stone corridor. Rose placed her hand against the weathered wood, closing her eyes and taking a deep, calming breath before pushing the old door open.
Rose gasped bright light that beat down upon her, blinding her momentarily. She lifted her arm to shield her face, and slowly lowered it as the intensity of the light started to diminish. She still squinted as she got her first look at her surroundings, at the grey, lifeless landscape of what was left of Washington D.C.. She took a few tentative steps forward, lowering her arm completely, and watched the wind send up small dust devils. The crumbling, destroyed ruins of The Capital City stood miles to the east. A small town, just as dilapidated the city, stood to her left. And a hulking, menacing metal dome stood directly in front of her. Megaton, If the entries in the Overseer's terminal were correct. A small town built around an Old World bomb. Rose sighed, putting her own Ten Millimeter pistol away. She prayed she wouldn't have to use it again soon. Why did her Father leave? Why did he not tell her? What was his purpose? She wanted to know, and nothing would stop her from learning the truth. With a final, longing look at the rotted wood door behind her, Rose started down the slope to her right.
Rose was lucky. She saw not a soul as she carefully made her way towards the menacing hulk named Megaton. She weaved past rocks and small destroyed towers, and after half an hour she reached the west wall of Megaton. Rose placed her hand on the cold, hard surface and started walking towards the front of the town. She was taken aback at the sight of a robot wearing a Sheriff's hat. It was constantly repeating a message about a bomb and being safe, Rose Bore it no mind. What caught her eye was the man, dressed in rags, sat before the closed entrance to the town. Rose approached the man and knelled down, and shook him to full alertness.
" Please, Miss... I need water... I'm going to die..." The man rasped, placing a weak hand on Rose's shoulder.
" You poor thing... You deserve better than anything I have, but please, take this..." Rose reached into her pack and grabbed the only three bottles of purified water she had.
The Man's face lit up at the sight, and he kissed her on the back of the hand. " Thank you, Miss. You're a saint..." The Man said, and Rose merely smiled at him. She stood, and approached the closed pathway to Megaton. Rose looked up at the Sniper sitting above the two plane wings that blocked her path, and waved up to him. The Sniper waved back, and turned his back to do something. In a matter of moments, the place engine above the wings whirred to life, and the wings started to pull away, revealing to large, solid doors. Rose smiled and waved to the man again before making her way inside Megaton. Rose was surprised at the sight before her. Houses lined the outside of a huge crater, all made of the same material as the wall surrounding the city, and at the center of the crater stood a nuke, imposing and threatening to destroy the town if given the proper motivation. Rose was so busy admiring the strange town that she didn't notice a dark man approach her. " Well, I'll be. Another Newcomer!!" Sheriff Simms exclaimed, smiling at Rose. She smiled back, holding her hand out to shake the Sheriff's, and he returned the gesture. " The name's Rose." She said, looking again at the strange town around her.
" You can call me Sheriff Simms. Might I ask you what brought you to our little oasis?" Simms asked, looking Rose over. " I'm looking for my Father. Mid Forties, black hair, wearing a Vault 101 doctor's outfit?" Rose replied, hope welling within her. Sheriff Simms scratched his beard, thinking on the subject. " Doesn't ring a bell, I'm afraid. You might want to check up at the bar, though. Just watch out for Moriarty, He's not exactly a good man. The bar's sitting on the opposite side of the crater, can't miss it." The Sheriff replied. Rose smiled and thanked him, before walking on the outside of the crater towards the bar. She kept her eyes on the activities below; The man standing in a shallow puddle around the bomb, seeming to worship it. A busy food bar, people talking inn the pathways between houses... It all seemed very peaceful. It wasn't what she was expecting at all. in no time, Rose was at Moriarty's Saloon. She pushed open the doors and grimaced at the grimy place. It was going to take a while to get used to the gritty wasteland after being raised in a clean, sterile vault.
Rose approached the counter, still looking around the bar, When A Ghoul approached her. Rose gasped and took a step back,a bit concerned. " What's the matter, doll face? 'Aint you ever seen a ghoul before?" Gob asked, quirking what was left of an eyebrow. Rose placed a hand on her pounding chest, and sighed in relief. " I'm very sorry, But no, I haven't. You just surprised me is all..." Rose replied, taking a seat at the bar. " Yeah, I guess having a face that looks like it's been run over with a cheese grater would surprise most people..." Gob replied darkly, grabbing a rag and starting to wipe down the grimy bar. Rose placed a hand on his and smiled. " You know, It's not that bad." She said sweetly. Gobb would have blushed if he had any skin left on his face. " You really mean that...? Gee, Tha-" Gob was interrupted by a thick, Irish accent shouting at him from behind. " Oi! Gob! Wha' The Hell are ye doin'? Get back Tah Work Ye lazy, Good fer nothin' Ghoul!" Moriarty shouted, shoving Gobb out of the way. The Ghoul Grumbled angrily but did as he was told. Moriarty loked Rose over, who was Scowling at his rudeness, before he Smiled and chuckled. " Ah, Butter me butt and call me a Biscuit! I 'aint seen you since ye was a sucklin' little babe, with narry a Tit to suckle!"
" And just who the hell are you?" Rose replied, disgusted with this man that thought himself a God. Moriarty merely Chuckled again and leaned against the bar, folding his arms over each other. " I knew James had a Red head, But WHo knew She'd be so Fiery! I'm an old friend 'a yer dad's. He was here a while ago, Ya know..." Rose immediatly perked up at mention of her father, Leaning forward and slamming her hand onto the bar. It brought a few strange stares from some of the patrons, but they soon enough whent back to drinking and talking within themselves. " You saw my Father? Where is He? Where di he go!? Answer me!" Rose was nearly shouting, staring intently at Moriarty. The old Irish man just laughed, wiping a tear of mirth from his eye. " Oh Lassy, Ye got a LOT to learn about tha wasteland! I'm a Money making Kinda man, Sweet thing. Ye pass me some coin, And maybe my lips'll loosen..." Rose couldn't believe what this man was telling her. Her Father's 'old friend' was trying to wring some money from her, just so she could follow her father. She wanted to draw her Pistol and send his brains splattering against the walls, but what would that accomplish?
Instead, Rose put on her most seductive face and smiled at Moriarty. " Maybe I could pay you with something a bit more... Personal...?" She asked, her words dripping with a sweet, seductive tone. She placed a hand against Moriarty's face and caressed it, Making the Old man smile. " Mmm... I could use a woman like you around here. The one I got isn't as popular as I like. But you... You could make me A lot of money..." Moriarty said, placing his own hand on Rose's face. She smiled again, planting a kiss on his dirty cheek. " I might be able to take you up on that offer after I find my Daddy... But that could take a while if I don't know where he went..." Rose said, pushing all the right buttons with Moriarty. The old man smiled straitened, pulling away from Rose. " Alright, alright. He said he was goin' to tha' ruins to find a man by tha name o' Three dog. Popular man, Tha' Three dog. Has 'is own radio show. But it would be a suicide mission for someone like you. You don't seem like the fightin' type, and that place is bound to be 'a crawlin' with all kinds'a terrible things. Why don't you just stay 'ere an-" Moriarty was stopped by a powerful smack to his face, which sent him sprawling backwards.
" Not Interested." Rose said, scowling at him again. She stood from her wobbly stool and looked around the bar. Many people didn't seem to nice, and many more seemed too drunk to hold a weapon, but these people were going to be her only salvation. Rose pulled the Ten Millimeter from her hip and fired a round at the ceiling. The bullet pierced strait through the thin metal and left a metallic ringing sound through out the bar. Many of the Patrons at the bar drew their own weapons, and aimed them at Rose. But she didn't back down, this was exactly what she wanted. " All of you, listen up! You don't know me, and I don't know you, but I need your help. My Father has left me for dead, all alone in this world. I grew up in the nearby vault, sheltered and taken care of. But now I'm here, out in the Wasteland of America, searching for him. I don't have much in the way of money, or in equipment, But I am heading into the ruins of the Capital. There is sure to be many dangers, many pains, and many treasures. Are any of you willing to place your trust in a stranger for the pursuit of knowledge and fortune?" Rose shouted to the entire Saloon. She looked at all the wary faces, beaten and downtrodden. She prayed some one would help her, that some one would stand up and fight beside her. Because if not. If no one wanted to help?
She was going to be a Rose, plucked from the soft soil of the earth.
President Damon is a fair man. He believes every one deserves a chance to explain themselves. His ability to stay cool in surprise circumstances has saved the lives of many on numerous occasions. He doesn't usually let his sense of humor show, but he most definitely has one. President Damon is known for making jabs at Ceaser's legion and The House, more times in bad taste than good, and is famous for his sharp tongue in debates. He respects his generals and commanders, as he was one, and often times goes out of his way to make public speeches and appearances for the good of the NCR. He regularly visits the firing range to make sure his skills with his old Hunting Rifle are up to his standards, and makes sure that his escorts know he's the better shot than they are.
Background:
President Damon was born four score and sev-
I'm kidding!
President Damon was born into a family of Honorably discharged veterans. They owned a home not far from Goodsprings, and made a living by hunting and trading with the locals and traveling merchants. It was a very simple life, but one that Damon enjoyed. He would help out on the small farm they owned, help keep the house clean, and, when he turned ten, hunt. He found that he was a naturally good shot, and began to hone his shooting skills for the day when he enlisted with the NCR. But, before he could do any such thing, tragedy struck. He and his parents were attacked by a swarm of Cazadors. He was the only survivor, albeit he was badly poisoned and came away from the ordeal with a slight limp in his right leg. He fought hard to overcome these challenges, but the limp has never left him, even though it hardly effects him any more.
Damon left Goodsprings when he turned 16, setting out to the nearby NCR Trading Post to enlist in the military. After learning of his origins, Damon was accepted and shipped off to Camp Gold after boot-camp. The situation there was horrifying, but Damon toughed it out. He tried his hardest to improve things, though that was easier said than done. He at least managed to set up a make-shift shooing range using scavenged armor and a few pictures of some Ceaser troops. His optimistic, if some what annoying, spirit and his ability to see things through made him a valuable part of the team. But then, the call for reinforcements at the Dam forced him into action. Damon came in half way through the battle, and was horrified by what he saw. Explosions, body parts, and blood filled his vision wherever he went, but he powered through the corpses and into the fray.
He managed to take out quiet a number of Ceaser's troops, saving multiple comrades with his sharp-shooting skills. His impressive skills netted him a promotion the Lieutenant and a relocation to Camp McCaren. He was assigned to the Sniper team there, and quickly became one of the top shooters out of the troop. After a few weeks of sniping and scouting out targets, he began to grow closer to his spotter; Sergent Willhelma. She was very sweet on him, and they eventually fell in love. They began to spend more and more of their off-time together, and often times got caught making love behind old planes or in the store houses.
But, Then the Second battle for Hoover Dam began, and Damon was torn from his love. He went into battle praying that she would survive, and used his love for Willhelma to keep him going through the arduous battle. But Damon was cornered by a Centurion, without any ammo. All he ahd was his measly combat knife against a man trained to kill with his Machete. Damon was saved by the man from another soldier, but not before his leg was broken in several places. The NCR eventually won, keeping Hoover Dam safe once again. But all was not well, not for Damon. He looked through the Causality reports, and was mortified to find that WIllhelma had been killed. And, now with two damaged legs, he couldn't fight on the front lines any more. He was honorably discharged from the NCR after being promoted to General. But he wasn't done fighting. Not by a long shot.
Damon moved to California after he was discharged, trying to find a place were he could forget his troubles and try to forge a new path in the war. He started to enter in to the world of Politics, attending debates and political events int he heart of the NCR. He started to get in with a few of the higher ups, getting to know important political people. He was eventually brought into the running for a member of the Senate! He debated a and verbally fought, using his sharp tongue and wit to win over the populace. From there, he entered the Presidential Campaign, using his experience as a Farm boy and Soldier to win the hearts of the NCR. He was appointed President at the age of 42, and has so far done a smooth job of running things.
[u][b]OOC[/b][/u] IGN: HunterActual Source(s): TheDevilsPoet and Wolfie_Seekar WhyUs?: I was referred to you by a couple of friends and I am looking new server. RP Experience: I have played on many servers including Fallout: War Never Changes,TheVaultRp, and Fallout:Wild Wasteland. [u][b]IC[/b][/u] Name: Joshua Hawkeye Age:25 Gender: Male Appearance: Caucasian. 6' with long,shaggy blonde hair. His eyes are a are blue and outlined in a very thin line of silver due to genetic mutation. He wears pre-war riot gear. Personality: A cold and unforgiving man. He dislikes many people and has few friends. Background: -balls-
I'm pretty okay with this. the riot gear thing bothers me, but whatever. I find flaw in everyone. Accepted.
Why Us?: I always enjoy a good RP server, and haven't found any for sometime.
RP Experience: Countless Garry's Mod RP servers, mainly roleplaying Half Life-Universe and Fallout-universe. Also, some MC roleplay servers such as Skyrim:The Age of War, Fallout: Wild Wasteland and others.
IC
Name: Michael O'Leary
Age: 41
Gender:Male
Appearance: A fairly tough-looking 6'3 irish man with a rough goatee and short scraggily brown hair. He wears a simply armoured duster, a pair of leather boots and a cowboy hat. You could probably pull him right out of a Spahgetti-western.
Personality: Cautious, tends to solve situations with lead rather than vocals. The kind of worked-to-get-to-where-he-is man, and expects other to do so aswell.
Background:
Michael was born to a Goodsprings family, his father a local trader, his mother the shop assistant. They bought and sold many goods, but mostly firearms, armours and munitions. Living in a household containing such military armaments, Michael learned to handle weapons at an early age, aswell as Barter with others to walk away from the deal on the upperhand. In his teenage years, Michael spent his time helping around the shop, and out back in his father's makeshift firing range, training to be a crackshot. Michael constantly pushed himself to perform trickier shots on smaller targets, at further ranges, in heavy winds, during dust storms, anything that presented challenge for him. Michael did, with his practice become quite a crackshot and marked himself as a lucky one with his aim. Into his 20's, Michael continued to help around the shop to earn some extra money.
In his mid-20's he became a travelling trader, taking off with just his hunting rifle, 30 HP rounds, a leather duster, some boots, and a hat. On his travels his eventually picked up quite a cautious-tendency after encountering numerous bands of raiders and bandits. After some time, Michael decided on a more-conforming 'Shoot first, ask questions later' policy for the protection of himself and his small amount of wares which he carried by way of Brahmin, or if travelling light by backpack. He travelled from town to town, selling all goods, and eventually started making some himself. During his travels, he'd found the scrap metal pieces, which he puzzled together to form a metal plate saying, "010011110110111001100101." A puzzling story to him, he just used his newly found novice crafting skills to form up a suit of armour, along with some other scrap metal pieces that created a heavy bullet-resistant vest that could be easily attached to his leather duster. He used this to his advantage, later even putting some light pieces in his pants and boots.
As Michael aged, he took more to an almost banditrous route in life, targetting other merchants to sell their gears, rather than buying and selling. Which lead to an ominous feeling amongst his common-grounds and a gain in profit for him. However, he still crafted some gears for himself and to sell as it kept him busy and prevented him from turning to total banditry. Michael spends his days hunting the humans and beasts of the Wasteland, whatever comes into his scope, then selling off their loot to merchants in towns, and crafting things on off-days when he's bored or feels he's losing his morality.
Hope you enjoyed the application, and if you need help with building or lore still, I may be interested.Thanks for reading, and, hope to see you in the Wastes!
Why Us?: I always enjoy a good RP server, and haven't found any for sometime.
RP Experience: Countless Garry's Mod RP servers, mainly roleplaying Half Life-Universe and Fallout-universe. Also, some MC roleplay servers such as Skyrim:The Age of War, Fallout: Wild Wasteland and others.
IC
Name: Michael O'Leary
Age: 41
Gender:Male
Appearance: A fairly tough-looking 6'3 irish man with a rough goatee and short scraggily brown hair. He wears a simply armoured duster, a pair of leather boots and a cowboy hat. You could probably pull him right out of a Spahgetti-western.
Personality: Cautious, tends to solve situations with lead rather than vocals. The kind of worked-to-get-to-where-he-is man, and expects other to do so aswell.
Background:-snap crackle pop-
Hope you enjoyed the application, and if you need help with building or lore still, I may be interested.Thanks for reading, and, hope to see you in the Wastes!
What are hp rounds? A hunting rifle usually fires .308 rounds Did a double check on the wiki, and found nothing. It's a minor thing regardless. You're accepted. And welcome to the Mojave.
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What are hp rounds? A hunting rifle usually fires .308 rounds Did a double check on the wiki, and found nothing. It's a minor thing regardless. You're accepted. And welcome to the Mojave.
Yes, hunting rifles fire .308 rounds, however there are different types of ammunition you know! HP stands for hollow point, which allows a bullet to cause more tearing damage within a body because the bullet can easily bend since there's nothing to prevent it from bending. A few other types of ammunitions include Armor Piercing(AP) rounds, which have a specially designd bullet that penetrates deeper, but doesn't hit as hard. There's also various hand-loads(i.e. FMJ) which are modified to include heavier metals, more powder in the cartridge and many other things depending on the certain load.
The more you know.
EDIT: In New Vegas there were infact AP, HP and FMJ rounds aswell as Incendiary and HE I believe. Link to a wiki page: http://fallout.wikia.com/wiki/Fallout:_New_Vegas_ammunition
Notice on the chart it says in the far left column ".308 round" but then there's a further column that states the types "Standard, meaning no modifications. "JSP hand load" one of the hand loads I talked about, not sure what that one in specific is. "Hollow Point" the one I talked about and "Armour Piercing" another one I talked about. In the game there are all symbolized by there initials at the end of the name of the round. You can commonly pick them up at Gun Runner's. There's also a similiar system with energy weapons charges, 'Overcharge" "Maxcharge" are the only 2 I can think of.
OOC
IGN: phoenix067
Source(s): zealot067
Why Us?: Because I love playing and rping in a post apocalyptic server/wasteland!!!
RP Experience: I've rped on SCII for around 1 year and have been rping on Minecraft for about 1 year. IC
Name: Tiberius Flynn
Age: 27
Gender: M
Appearance: Average Height, Brown hair, deep green eyes, Black armor under a long brown overcoat.
Personality: Honest, Honorable, Mysterious to Strangers, Helpful.
Background: Tyberius Flynn was born into a Californian Family that occupied Vault 93. He was growing up at a time of expansion for the vault and was soon incorporated into the small town that had begun to prosper outside of the vault. He was a quiet boy for a while, but soon he was needed for tasks such as farming, or patrols. He became somewhat talkative and became well known throught the village for the stories he'd read to the little ones at the campfires. Soon enough the NCR noticed the little village - and began to talk to the Overseer about rejoining civilization. After two and a half months, the Overseer finally consented to joining the New California Republic. Since then the village prospered and became a town that actually had some of an influence in the Government. Tiberius had since left his town to explore the Mojave with two of his friends. One died in a fire-fight with raiders. The other returned to the place he called home. Eventually - Tiberius wound up in New Vegas, wondering what would happen next.
And knowing is half the battle.
You're right. I'm letting myself look the fool with this damned thread already. I'm pretty much just an energy weapon junkie. Always have myself a plasma rifle, RCW, or the recharger lasers. My bad on not realizing the sub type of the round.
But you go out and start talking about microfusion breeders, ecp's, energy cells, or mfc, over charged and all that I catch on pretty quick.
My humblest of apologies.
Honestly if you would have just said hollow point to begin with, I wouldn't even have thought anything of it. HP just didn't mean much of anything to me.
OOC
IGN: phoenix067
Source(s): zealot067
Why Us?: Because I love playing and rping in a post apocalyptic server/wasteland!!!
RP Experience: I've rped on SCII for around 1 year and have been rping on Minecraft for about 1 year. IC
Name: Tiberius Flynn
Age: 27
Gender: M
Appearance: Average Height, Brown hair, deep green eyes, Black armor under a long brown overcoat.
Personality: Honest, Honorable, Mysterious to Strangers, Helpful.
Background: -snipped for eco-friendliness-
I like this...so...much. Accepted.
Tiberius Flynn?? Star Trek meets Tron!
Long brown overcoat? Mysterious to Strangers? I see what you did thar.
Three H's in the personality section? Bonus!
This...this is Fallout humor. We weren't even going to offer traits in the soft release but this...this is too worthy of one.
Thank you for making my day xD
OOC
IGN: TehKittehRay
Source(s): My friends
Why Us?: I've been look for a new fall out server for a while and this looked neat
RP Experience: I've played fallout new vegas and ive been on a couple of RP servers
IC
Name: Ted/Joe/Bob [He forgot his full name so hes confused]
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Appearance: He wears -Brotherhood of steel armor
Personality: intelligent
Background: Ted was an unlucky teen when he was infected by the FEV from mutants. He escaped when the changes happened. But he was outside when the moon exploded. With all of his horrible luck he ran for 22. The plants and FEV merged inside of him causing him to become a cross between plant and mutant [Like harold :D]
He walked upon an injured paladin that he tryed his best to help. The soldier was his only friend for a while, his friend gave him training for the armor and gave it to him . Ted and his friend got seperated when mutants attacked the apartment complex they were in. Ted suffered from a bad head injury when he banged his head running out of the building when a grenade was launched at a wall.
He hasnt seen his friend since then and wonders the wastes looking for a new friend...
Sorry I missed this D: but here's my review
I think its much better, and the plant/mutant hybrid now makes sense. Just two final things:
The personality section will need to be redone if you use this character for the full release, because we will use SPECIAL to denote intelligence among other things.
And Though your app says he has power armor, don't expect to be given it on the server; you'll need to find or buy your own set to keep things balanced.
I'm going to let the appearance slide. The background does say he looks like Harold, and I get an idea of his personality from it also. I will however be PMing you about these details soon.
Other than all that, you've been accepted. Thank you!
Well, I've got some news for you. We were testing plugins today, everything seems to have been good. I've been working on Novac and surrounding areas all day. Construction on Cottonwood was started today as well. As an update as well, I'll show you the map of the area too.
Keep in mind, I've had to build about 85% of this by myself. which is why its taken so ever lastingly long to do.
Source(s): I searched Fallout on MCForums
Why Us?: Durr- Fallout
RP Experience: Other fallout RP servers+ Roleplaying servers like HoG-LOTC
IC
Name:Iron
Age: 200+
Gender:Male
Appearance: Bronze- Half of face is destroyed
Personality: Monotone- Being a robot comes with a lack of personality
Background:Iron was built by RobCo back in 2066, marking Iron a pre-war model. Iron specifically was in a museum for many people to see. He was hand built, unlike his predecessors. Iron was the best of his model, the Z-18 unit. A few years after the great war, Iron was activated by a man wearing a strange yellow suit. Iron followed him through what used to be the beautiful capitol of the United States. The man was shot a day after Iron was activated, marking Iron ownerless. Iron went off on his own to survive. He lived for years with the Brotherhood of Steel faction in DC. They used their advanced technology to give Iron many upgrades. When they were attacked, Iron was lost and ran west, a point of interest in his mind. His builder would always talk about how maybe the West was more peaceful than DC. Iron's model was built for the sole purpose of serving as a right hand man to someone. Iron has not lived in one place for more than a week since the museum. Iron runs on solar energy, and scavenged to find what he needed to make it to the West.
Iron, as well as a servant, is very smart and also is designed for combat. When he was traveling through the desert, he was stopped by merchants so they could kill him and take his parts. One of the merchants, also a slaver, shot him in one of his eyes. He had major repairs to that side of his head, which causes his systems to tick a lot. His AI was also damaged. He hopes to find a repair man eventually that can help him.
Source(s):Mc.Forum
Why Us?:Because I am just getting into the fallout universe and I like to RP, two birds one stone:P
RP Experience:High 7/10
IC
Name: Gladeram Bromfire
Age:22
Gender:Male
Appearance:A beard dark hair, dark traveling clothes for practical purposes and usually carries a walking stick
Personality:He understands the difference between right and wrong and lives his life by virtues, he loves to explore
Background: Gladeram was raised on in Mojave wandering with his father Rodrin and cousin Johrian , both of whom taught how to fend for himself, live off the land, and help the people around him. He was taught how to and take care of and survie off of the little good land left in the world. He also was raised with the idea of honor and fighting with a purpose. His father, who had once been a soldier,and had taught him self defence and how to handle himself and his cousin. Gladeram knew the difference between right and wrong and lived his life on his principles.
Later on in Gladeram's life he began to want to explore the Mojave on his own and start his own life. When he became a man on his 16th birthday he decided, with his fathers blessing, to leave the path he was on and explore the land. However his cousin Johrian had caught up to him and had accompanied Gladeram on his adventures.
While on the trip the band had gone through many different troubles on their trek. They had fought off and escaped from wild, and some times mutated, animals. They had met and made friends and enimies with other travelers who would help and attack them through their journy. By then the two travelers had survived famine, and illness. It seemed no matter how bad things had gotten, they always seemed they could over come and defeat the obstacle.
After 5 years and ,an encounter with radioactive water, Johrian was begining to change and become more reclusive and evil in his thoughts and actions. He began to become angry over nothing, and snap and threaten Gladeram for almost no apparent reason. In addition, whenever they encountered enemies, Johrian had began killing their enemys mercilessly and with an evil pleasure. Gladeram sensing things were wrong had confronted Johrian. Johrian, was in a especially angry mood, attacked Gladeram and forced Gladeram to defend himself, and ending with Gladeram killing Johrian.
Crushed from loseing his cousin Gladeram didn't know what to do. He had continued traveling, and visiting settlements and on some ocassions cities where he would wallow in his loss. However he had to continue even without his cousin. So Gladeram had decided to wait in the next city he visited and wait for somthing to come and bring him back to his travels... Lol great minds think alike
Much better this time. It retains your over all backstory and character traits but alludes to more the post apocalyptic dystopia future we all know and love. You just have to remember, Fallout is a radioactive post apocalypse full of 50's scifi logic. We'll be barely existing scraping together our meager often violent lives. Robots, guns, war, cow boys and mutants, and lots of bottle caps.
just keep all that in mind, and you'll be fine.
Accepted.
I'm a littl curious about this guy. It could be a really neat and interesting little character you've got here. And Iv'e seen people role play protectatrons and other such robots. Although my question is, what do you really look like? All I know is you're a robot with half a face. If you could elaborata little more it'd be great. Accepted though.
I'm not sold on this guy. I'm sure you'll be fine in game and I"m just being really picky. I dislike that you have him with power armor. But I"m going to leave it for Crafting, as he started off with you. Good luck to you sir.
Another nifty little character. I like the idea. It might be a little difficult to keep up a continued role and communication with you. But hey who knows. Suprise me with this one will you? Accepted.
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Edit: Also - very interesting that she's feral and like a dog.
IGN: HunterActual
Source(s): TheDevilsPoet and Wolfie_Seekar
Why Us?: I was referred to you by a couple of friends and I am looking new server.
RP Experience: I have played on many servers including Fallout: War Never Changes,TheVaultRp, and Fallout:Wild Wasteland.
[u][b]IC[/b][/u]
Name: Joshua Hawkeye
Age:25
Gender: Male
Appearance: Caucasian. 6' with long,shaggy blonde hair. His eyes are a are blue and outlined in a very thin line of silver due to genetic mutation. He wears pre-war riot gear.
Personality: A cold and unforgiving man. He dislikes many people and has few friends.
Background: Born to a family in the NCR he was raised with the mentality that the NCR needed to civilize the Wastes. His family moved to the Mojave in hopes of gaining money and living well. His family had once been rich, but the brahmin barons had paid mercenaries to kill the family's brahmin. The mercs succeed and the family lost everything. So Vegas was, in a sense, their last hope for a decent life. Josh was only 13 when they moved to New Vegas.
After living there for ten years his mother grew sick of an unknown disease. She died within weeks of contracting the sickness. The disease was ravenous and "jumped" from his mother's body to his younger sister's. She was dead in a month. Joshua and his father took it hard as any human would. His father became a shell of his former self and wouldn't try to eat,drink, nor bathe.
After two years of running the business Joshua had made enough money to leave his father in good care. His father still a shell of a man didn't say good bye to him when he walked from the house. So Joshua left. He didn't go the family graves or say good bye to the maids he had hired to take care of his father. Joshua also left the company in the hands of his younger cousin and left the fortune to him as well. He had no purpose for leaving. perhaps it made him sad to stay. Perhaps he sought greater fortune. But one thing is known. He was no longer the same.
IGN: caster55666
Age: 16
Writing Experience: I have had 6 years roleplaying on various websites. Keep in mind, It has been across multiple websites. My profile for my most active is HERE.
Examples of work:
The sound of Amata shouting to Rose was nearly drowned out by sound of the giant steel door that kept Vault 101 from the rest of the world started sliding back into place. Rose turned back just in time to see the Overseer shove Amata out of the way and try to leave the vault, a 10 Millimeter pistol in hand. The solid door slid into place just in time to lock the Overseer in, and With that final, mighty clang, Rose was left alone in the world. She shed a single tear and what could have been, what a wonderful life she could have had if her Father hadn't left, before turning around. She sidestepped the destroyed skeletons of the protestors that littered the ground outside the vault, a worried expression plastered on her face. She forced herself to to look away, to look at the door at the end of the small, stone corridor. Rose placed her hand against the weathered wood, closing her eyes and taking a deep, calming breath before pushing the old door open.
Rose gasped bright light that beat down upon her, blinding her momentarily. She lifted her arm to shield her face, and slowly lowered it as the intensity of the light started to diminish. She still squinted as she got her first look at her surroundings, at the grey, lifeless landscape of what was left of Washington D.C.. She took a few tentative steps forward, lowering her arm completely, and watched the wind send up small dust devils. The crumbling, destroyed ruins of The Capital City stood miles to the east. A small town, just as dilapidated the city, stood to her left. And a hulking, menacing metal dome stood directly in front of her. Megaton, If the entries in the Overseer's terminal were correct. A small town built around an Old World bomb. Rose sighed, putting her own Ten Millimeter pistol away. She prayed she wouldn't have to use it again soon. Why did her Father leave? Why did he not tell her? What was his purpose? She wanted to know, and nothing would stop her from learning the truth. With a final, longing look at the rotted wood door behind her, Rose started down the slope to her right.
Rose was lucky. She saw not a soul as she carefully made her way towards the menacing hulk named Megaton. She weaved past rocks and small destroyed towers, and after half an hour she reached the west wall of Megaton. Rose placed her hand on the cold, hard surface and started walking towards the front of the town. She was taken aback at the sight of a robot wearing a Sheriff's hat. It was constantly repeating a message about a bomb and being safe, Rose Bore it no mind. What caught her eye was the man, dressed in rags, sat before the closed entrance to the town. Rose approached the man and knelled down, and shook him to full alertness.
" Please, Miss... I need water... I'm going to die..." The man rasped, placing a weak hand on Rose's shoulder.
" You poor thing... You deserve better than anything I have, but please, take this..." Rose reached into her pack and grabbed the only three bottles of purified water she had.
The Man's face lit up at the sight, and he kissed her on the back of the hand. " Thank you, Miss. You're a saint..." The Man said, and Rose merely smiled at him. She stood, and approached the closed pathway to Megaton. Rose looked up at the Sniper sitting above the two plane wings that blocked her path, and waved up to him. The Sniper waved back, and turned his back to do something. In a matter of moments, the place engine above the wings whirred to life, and the wings started to pull away, revealing to large, solid doors. Rose smiled and waved to the man again before making her way inside Megaton. Rose was surprised at the sight before her. Houses lined the outside of a huge crater, all made of the same material as the wall surrounding the city, and at the center of the crater stood a nuke, imposing and threatening to destroy the town if given the proper motivation. Rose was so busy admiring the strange town that she didn't notice a dark man approach her. " Well, I'll be. Another Newcomer!!" Sheriff Simms exclaimed, smiling at Rose. She smiled back, holding her hand out to shake the Sheriff's, and he returned the gesture. " The name's Rose." She said, looking again at the strange town around her.
" You can call me Sheriff Simms. Might I ask you what brought you to our little oasis?" Simms asked, looking Rose over. " I'm looking for my Father. Mid Forties, black hair, wearing a Vault 101 doctor's outfit?" Rose replied, hope welling within her. Sheriff Simms scratched his beard, thinking on the subject. " Doesn't ring a bell, I'm afraid. You might want to check up at the bar, though. Just watch out for Moriarty, He's not exactly a good man. The bar's sitting on the opposite side of the crater, can't miss it." The Sheriff replied. Rose smiled and thanked him, before walking on the outside of the crater towards the bar. She kept her eyes on the activities below; The man standing in a shallow puddle around the bomb, seeming to worship it. A busy food bar, people talking inn the pathways between houses... It all seemed very peaceful. It wasn't what she was expecting at all. in no time, Rose was at Moriarty's Saloon. She pushed open the doors and grimaced at the grimy place. It was going to take a while to get used to the gritty wasteland after being raised in a clean, sterile vault.
Rose approached the counter, still looking around the bar, When A Ghoul approached her. Rose gasped and took a step back,a bit concerned. " What's the matter, doll face? 'Aint you ever seen a ghoul before?" Gob asked, quirking what was left of an eyebrow. Rose placed a hand on her pounding chest, and sighed in relief. " I'm very sorry, But no, I haven't. You just surprised me is all..." Rose replied, taking a seat at the bar. " Yeah, I guess having a face that looks like it's been run over with a cheese grater would surprise most people..." Gob replied darkly, grabbing a rag and starting to wipe down the grimy bar. Rose placed a hand on his and smiled. " You know, It's not that bad." She said sweetly. Gobb would have blushed if he had any skin left on his face. " You really mean that...? Gee, Tha-" Gob was interrupted by a thick, Irish accent shouting at him from behind. " Oi! Gob! Wha' The Hell are ye doin'? Get back Tah Work Ye lazy, Good fer nothin' Ghoul!" Moriarty shouted, shoving Gobb out of the way. The Ghoul Grumbled angrily but did as he was told. Moriarty loked Rose over, who was Scowling at his rudeness, before he Smiled and chuckled. " Ah, Butter me butt and call me a Biscuit! I 'aint seen you since ye was a sucklin' little babe, with narry a Tit to suckle!"
" And just who the hell are you?" Rose replied, disgusted with this man that thought himself a God. Moriarty merely Chuckled again and leaned against the bar, folding his arms over each other. " I knew James had a Red head, But WHo knew She'd be so Fiery! I'm an old friend 'a yer dad's. He was here a while ago, Ya know..." Rose immediatly perked up at mention of her father, Leaning forward and slamming her hand onto the bar. It brought a few strange stares from some of the patrons, but they soon enough whent back to drinking and talking within themselves. " You saw my Father? Where is He? Where di he go!? Answer me!" Rose was nearly shouting, staring intently at Moriarty. The old Irish man just laughed, wiping a tear of mirth from his eye. " Oh Lassy, Ye got a LOT to learn about tha wasteland! I'm a Money making Kinda man, Sweet thing. Ye pass me some coin, And maybe my lips'll loosen..." Rose couldn't believe what this man was telling her. Her Father's 'old friend' was trying to wring some money from her, just so she could follow her father. She wanted to draw her Pistol and send his brains splattering against the walls, but what would that accomplish?
Instead, Rose put on her most seductive face and smiled at Moriarty. " Maybe I could pay you with something a bit more... Personal...?" She asked, her words dripping with a sweet, seductive tone. She placed a hand against Moriarty's face and caressed it, Making the Old man smile. " Mmm... I could use a woman like you around here. The one I got isn't as popular as I like. But you... You could make me A lot of money..." Moriarty said, placing his own hand on Rose's face. She smiled again, planting a kiss on his dirty cheek. " I might be able to take you up on that offer after I find my Daddy... But that could take a while if I don't know where he went..." Rose said, pushing all the right buttons with Moriarty. The old man smiled straitened, pulling away from Rose. " Alright, alright. He said he was goin' to tha' ruins to find a man by tha name o' Three dog. Popular man, Tha' Three dog. Has 'is own radio show. But it would be a suicide mission for someone like you. You don't seem like the fightin' type, and that place is bound to be 'a crawlin' with all kinds'a terrible things. Why don't you just stay 'ere an-" Moriarty was stopped by a powerful smack to his face, which sent him sprawling backwards.
" Not Interested." Rose said, scowling at him again. She stood from her wobbly stool and looked around the bar. Many people didn't seem to nice, and many more seemed too drunk to hold a weapon, but these people were going to be her only salvation. Rose pulled the Ten Millimeter from her hip and fired a round at the ceiling. The bullet pierced strait through the thin metal and left a metallic ringing sound through out the bar. Many of the Patrons at the bar drew their own weapons, and aimed them at Rose. But she didn't back down, this was exactly what she wanted. " All of you, listen up! You don't know me, and I don't know you, but I need your help. My Father has left me for dead, all alone in this world. I grew up in the nearby vault, sheltered and taken care of. But now I'm here, out in the Wasteland of America, searching for him. I don't have much in the way of money, or in equipment, But I am heading into the ruins of the Capital. There is sure to be many dangers, many pains, and many treasures. Are any of you willing to place your trust in a stranger for the pursuit of knowledge and fortune?" Rose shouted to the entire Saloon. She looked at all the wary faces, beaten and downtrodden. She prayed some one would help her, that some one would stand up and fight beside her. Because if not. If no one wanted to help?
She was going to be a Rose, plucked from the soft soil of the earth.
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IC
Name: President Damon
Age: 48
Gender: Male
Appearance:
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Personality:
Calm. Thorough. Methodical.
President Damon is a fair man. He believes every one deserves a chance to explain themselves. His ability to stay cool in surprise circumstances has saved the lives of many on numerous occasions. He doesn't usually let his sense of humor show, but he most definitely has one. President Damon is known for making jabs at Ceaser's legion and The House, more times in bad taste than good, and is famous for his sharp tongue in debates. He respects his generals and commanders, as he was one, and often times goes out of his way to make public speeches and appearances for the good of the NCR. He regularly visits the firing range to make sure his skills with his old Hunting Rifle are up to his standards, and makes sure that his escorts know he's the better shot than they are.
Background:
I'm pretty okay with this. the riot gear thing bothers me, but whatever. I find flaw in everyone. Accepted.
WAT?
IGN:SpitFir3Tornado
Source(s):Found this on MinecraftForums.net
Why Us?: I always enjoy a good RP server, and haven't found any for sometime.
RP Experience: Countless Garry's Mod RP servers, mainly roleplaying Half Life-Universe and Fallout-universe. Also, some MC roleplay servers such as Skyrim:The Age of War, Fallout: Wild Wasteland and others.
IC
Name: Michael O'Leary
Age: 41
Gender:Male
Appearance: A fairly tough-looking 6'3 irish man with a rough goatee and short scraggily brown hair. He wears a simply armoured duster, a pair of leather boots and a cowboy hat. You could probably pull him right out of a Spahgetti-western.
Personality:
Cautious, tends to solve situations with lead rather than vocals. The kind of worked-to-get-to-where-he-is man, and expects other to do so aswell.
Background:
Hope you enjoyed the application, and if you need help with building or lore still, I may be interested.Thanks for reading, and, hope to see you in the Wastes!
http://www.twitter.com/PoopCoolbro/
What are hp rounds? A hunting rifle usually fires .308 rounds Did a double check on the wiki, and found nothing. It's a minor thing regardless. You're accepted. And welcome to the Mojave.
The more you know.
EDIT: In New Vegas there were infact AP, HP and FMJ rounds aswell as Incendiary and HE I believe. Link to a wiki page: http://fallout.wikia.com/wiki/Fallout:_New_Vegas_ammunition
Notice on the chart it says in the far left column ".308 round" but then there's a further column that states the types "Standard, meaning no modifications. "JSP hand load" one of the hand loads I talked about, not sure what that one in specific is. "Hollow Point" the one I talked about and "Armour Piercing" another one I talked about. In the game there are all symbolized by there initials at the end of the name of the round. You can commonly pick them up at Gun Runner's. There's also a similiar system with energy weapons charges, 'Overcharge" "Maxcharge" are the only 2 I can think of.
http://www.twitter.com/PoopCoolbro/
IGN: phoenix067
Source(s): zealot067
Why Us?: Because I love playing and rping in a post apocalyptic server/wasteland!!!
RP Experience: I've rped on SCII for around 1 year and have been rping on Minecraft for about 1 year.
IC
Name: Tiberius Flynn
Age: 27
Gender: M
Appearance: Average Height, Brown hair, deep green eyes, Black armor under a long brown overcoat.
Personality: Honest, Honorable, Mysterious to Strangers, Helpful.
Background: Tyberius Flynn was born into a Californian Family that occupied Vault 93. He was growing up at a time of expansion for the vault and was soon incorporated into the small town that had begun to prosper outside of the vault. He was a quiet boy for a while, but soon he was needed for tasks such as farming, or patrols. He became somewhat talkative and became well known throught the village for the stories he'd read to the little ones at the campfires. Soon enough the NCR noticed the little village - and began to talk to the Overseer about rejoining civilization. After two and a half months, the Overseer finally consented to joining the New California Republic. Since then the village prospered and became a town that actually had some of an influence in the Government. Tiberius had since left his town to explore the Mojave with two of his friends. One died in a fire-fight with raiders. The other returned to the place he called home. Eventually - Tiberius wound up in New Vegas, wondering what would happen next.
And knowing is half the battle.
You're right. I'm letting myself look the fool with this damned thread already. I'm pretty much just an energy weapon junkie. Always have myself a plasma rifle, RCW, or the recharger lasers. My bad on not realizing the sub type of the round.
But you go out and start talking about microfusion breeders, ecp's, energy cells, or mfc, over charged and all that I catch on pretty quick.
My humblest of apologies.
Honestly if you would have just said hollow point to begin with, I wouldn't even have thought anything of it. HP just didn't mean much of anything to me.
I like this...so...much. Accepted.
Tiberius Flynn?? Star Trek meets Tron!
Long brown overcoat? Mysterious to Strangers? I see what you did thar.
Three H's in the personality section? Bonus!
This...this is Fallout humor. We weren't even going to offer traits in the soft release but this...this is too worthy of one.
Thank you for making my day xD
I see what you did there.
Also, we are always looking for builders! Click my signature to learn more!
EDIT:
Sorry I missed this D: but here's my review
I think its much better, and the plant/mutant hybrid now makes sense. Just two final things:
The personality section will need to be redone if you use this character for the full release, because we will use SPECIAL to denote intelligence among other things.
And Though your app says he has power armor, don't expect to be given it on the server; you'll need to find or buy your own set to keep things balanced.
I'm going to let the appearance slide. The background does say he looks like Harold, and I get an idea of his personality from it also. I will however be PMing you about these details soon.
Other than all that, you've been accepted. Thank you!
And thank you to everyone who's applied so far!
Also - Do we have a skype group or teamspeak. And GET ON SKYPE DUDE!!!
Keep in mind, I've had to build about 85% of this by myself. which is why its taken so ever lastingly long to do.
Wooaah.. That looks awesome. I'd apply, but I have no screen shots from the last server I helped build..