Much better, makes a lot more sense now. Don't go getting overwhelmed in the big city now.
Accepted.
-snippy-
Thank you, this is encouraging. I might have made some elementary mistakes like "lots of trade and everyone was happy, causing a rise in trade" I wasn't exactly awake when writing it.
So about when will the server be up?
RP Experience: 4 launches of the VRP, a Skyrim server, a Fantasy themed server, and Lost Days. Plus this :3
IC:
Name: Jiub (Credit goes to Nnnooosssooo, he's a clever genius)
Age: Jiub is in his young teens, around the age of 13/14
Gender: Male
Appearance: He wears nothing but the usual tribal gear, meaning a green loincloth and a green sash around his torso. His teeth are sharper than a coyote's, and his eyes just as wild. The boy is skinny and of medium height, yet he is oddly muscular, as if he carries a boulder over his head at all times. His hair is dark, as is his skin. It is tan, yet has scars all along it.
Personality: He is oddly extremely trustworthy to certain people, as soon as he lays eyes on them he has an Empathetic connection, and will follow their commands to the grave. He also is schizophrenic, as pre-war doctors would say. Certain events will trigger his schizophrenia, and he will get on all fours and attack all in his way, unless he falls asleep.
Background: Jiub. An odd name, yes. A stupid name even. Jiub was an inbred baby born into a small tribe, with connections to the great Psyker tribe called the Beastlords. His mother was a woman lowest in the tribe. She had no idea she had been related to the man she mated with. They were all primitive and stupid, even for tribal standards. That is, until Jiub came. The boy was different. He had been the first to have any real Beastlord powers, and he wasn't stupid either. He could look at a person, and understand what they were feeling. He could command animals to do his bidding. He could even make clothing! He taught the women how to make clothing, and even learned that food was better if you cooked it over FIRE! It was a miracle when that boy was born.
At the age of 13 or 14, that strange boy grew tired of being the smartest (Jiub would later learn that he isn't smart at all to some of the people he would meet in the Mojave) person in a tribe of 20. He ran away from the tribe at night, with his pet molerat he called White Horse. He wandered off into the night with only his spear and his trusty molerat. As they walked through Zion, mostly under the cover of night, they got closer and closer to the Mojave, Jiub's dreamland. He longed to see the lights of Vegas for some unknown reason, as if fate wanted him to be there. On his third night on the trip to the Mojave, Jiub woke to the bonechilling noise of White Horse being killed by a nightstalker.
His eyes flashed with rage, seeing his only friend being devoured by a stupid dog-snake thing! Jiub tackled the nightstalker, having his first schizophrenia-triggered rage. He clawed at the nightstalker with his sharp nails and bit into the fur, completely ignoring the spear he had brought and the power he had to tame animals. He rolled around with the nightstalker for atleast 30 minutes, causing great pain both to himself and the anim-no, creature- that had been created from splicing serpent and coyote DNA. That was Jiub's first fight, and it wasn't even with a person. Eventually he sat there, punching the now dead nightstalker. His body had scrapes and bite marks all over him, he was bleeding from every crevice in his body. He staggered off towards the direction of the Mojave and eventually found himself a mile or two north of the fabulous New Vegas.
RP Experience: 4 launches of the VRP, a Skyrim server, a Fantasy themed server, and Lost Days. Plus this :3
IC:
Name: Jiub (Credit goes to Nnnooosssooo, he's a clever genius)
Age: Jiub is in his young teens, around the age of 13/14
Gender: Male
Appearance: He wears nothing but the usual tribal gear, meaning a green loincloth and a green sash around his torso. His teeth are sharper than a coyote's, and his eyes just as wild. The boy is skinny and of medium height, yet he is oddly muscular, as if he carries a boulder over his head at all times. His hair is dark, as is his skin. It is tan, yet has scars all along it.
Personality: He is oddly extremely trustworthy to certain people, as soon as he lays eyes on them he has an Empathetic connection, and will follow their commands to the grave. He also is schizophrenic, as pre-war doctors would say. Certain events will trigger his schizophrenia, and he will get on all fours and attack all in his way, unless he falls asleep.
Background: Jiub. An odd name, yes. A stupid name even. Jiub was an inbred baby born into a small tribe, with connections to the great Psyker tribe called the Beastlords. His mother was a woman lowest in the tribe. She had no idea she had been related to the man she mated with. They were all primitive and stupid, even for tribal standards. That is, until Jiub came. The boy was different. He had been the first to have any real Beastlord powers, and he wasn't stupid either. He could look at a person, and understand what they were feeling. He could command animals to do his bidding. He could even make clothing! He taught the women how to make clothing, and even learned that food was better if you cooked it over FIRE! It was a miracle when that boy was born.
At the age of 13 or 14, that strange boy grew tired of being the smartest (Jiub would later learn that he isn't smart at all to some of the people he would meet in the Mojave) person in a tribe of 20. He ran away from the tribe at night, with his pet molerat he called White Horse. He wandered off into the night with only his spear and his trusty molerat. As they walked through Zion, mostly under the cover of night, they got closer and closer to the Mojave, Jiub's dreamland. He longed to see the lights of Vegas for some unknown reason, as if fate wanted him to be there. On his third night on the trip to the Mojave, Jiub woke to the bonechilling noise of White Horse being killed by a nightstalker.
His eyes flashed with rage, seeing his only friend being devoured by a stupid dog-snake thing! Jiub tackled the nightstalker, having his first schizophrenia-triggered rage. He clawed at the nightstalker with his sharp nails and bit into the fur, completely ignoring the spear he had brought and the power he had to tame animals. He rolled around with the nightstalker for atleast 30 minutes, causing great pain both to himself and the anim-no, creature- that had been created from splicing serpent and coyote DNA. That was Jiub's first fight, and it wasn't even with a person. Eventually he sat there, punching the now dead nightstalker. His body had scrapes and bite marks all over him, he was bleeding from every crevice in his body. He staggered off towards the direction of the Mojave and eventually found himself a mile or two north of the fabulous New Vegas.
IGN:rommelian1
Source(s):i justfound it
Why Us?:i love fallout rpgs and guns
RP Experience:alot
[u][b]IC[/b][/u]
Name:Jason
Age:15
Gender:boy
Appearance:blonde hair green eyes
Personality:ready to fight great at stealth
Background:used to work in the military until the germans bombed the base i fled tryng to find food then the bomb went off i found shelter in time and when i got out i found myself in a strange place............
IGN:kylre121
Source(s):myself
Why Us?:because i love to RP and i love fallout
RP Experience:I used to play fallout 3 every day and i recently finished fallout new vegas IC
Name:kylre
Age:17
Gender:male
Appearance:tall, white, brown hair, blue eyes.
Personality:mysterious, looks out for others, will do anything to survive
Background:i dont remember my background at all, all i remember is waking up in vault 7 to my sisters dead body hanging from the ceiling ever since then i've been hunting for whoever killed her.
OOC
IGN: saadie
Source(s): wild wasteland; wolfie_seekar, as surprising as that might be due to our past.... indifferences....
Why Us?: I was Ava on the server, but she got caught in cross-fire and I am here to make a new character.
RP Experience: 10+ years of paragraph roleplay and a couple months of minecraft rp! Plus the time that I spent on the server as Ava.
IC
Name: Victoria York
Age: 19
Gender: Lady
Appearance: Still rather pale, Victoria is noticeably lighter than most wasters. She has a pretty face with a pair of bright blue eyes, her face is slightly diamond-shaped and surrounded by light blonde hair that she usually tries to keep to her jaw. The tresses are thicky and naturally in loose curls. She wears a vault 91 jumpsuit, a pair of combat boots, and her pipboy 3000.
Personality: Victoria, in most cases, comes off as a complete ***** at first. In the nicest way possible, she is a feisty young woman. Victoria's always been known to bite off more than she can chew, though there are times where she'd managed to pull back from getting too in over her head. She is fairly materialistic and enjoys spending a good portion of her freetime exploring and scavanging, occasionally stooping down to cat burglary or pickpocketing when she can get away with it. Despite this, she's definitely clever and surprisingly quite intelligent at times. Definitely a 'carpe diem' sort of girl.
Background: Victoria was born in a vault on the east coast. The vault she'd been apart of was rather large by the time she was born, and supplies were starting to run low. They occasionally made contact with the outside to bring in new supplies... and used it as a punishment for anyone caught doing anything particularly bad. They very, very rarely let outsiders inside. Over the past two hundred years, there were maybe three or four outsiders who ever got to join their ranks.
Over the years, families formed. That'd been the Vault's experiment: five prestigious families were chosen to live in this vault along with various, random individuals. A hierarchy formed almost immediately. With all the time down in the vaults, feuds came and went along with alliances and the occasional joining of families. Those born to the immediate families enjoyed great wealth in the form of supplies and prestige. By the current times, these families were still established and the social pyramid was as strong as ever. It was almost like some sort of bastardized rendition of Game of Thrones, and although the initial experimenters were gone, they would've probably likened it to such a show.
Victoria had been born to the immediate York family, one of the major five. She grew up normally like a girl born into such a life, rarely having to work for anything. However, with nothing to do on most days, she filled her schedule up with all sorts of odd hobbies, most of them just a little mean.
She grew to be a very sneaky young woman with deft hands, able to pick things from people's pockets without detection. On the range, she learned to use guns, but favored rifles best. There was a sick sort of glee in the idea of picking off targets without them knowing until it was too late. Besides that, she was particularly guileful and knew how to talk her way out of any situation. And for all else? Hiding until the storm had blown over worked often.
Eventually, she grew up to be a... fine young woman. Mischievous and cunning, but still fine. When her parents arranged for a marriage between her and the oldest son of another family, she was outraged. Victoria immediately detested him, and for good reason. He often attempted to bully and boss around the other, lower vault members, but lacked a good amount of respect. One night, she snuck over and killed him in his sleep and while attempting to hide the evidence, was found and held on trial.
From there, Victoria was sent out to the wastes despite all her begging and pleading. It took her a long time to adjust and there had been many close calls along the way, but through her travellings she ended up in the Mojave, where she's aiming to rest a while if not settle down completely.
IGN:rommelian1
Source(s):i justfound it
Why Us?:i love fallout rpgs and guns
RP Experience:alot
[u][b]IC[/b][/u]
Name:Jason
Age:15
Gender:boy
Appearance:blonde hair green eyes
Personality:ready to fight great at stealth
Background:used to work in the military until the germans bombed the base i fled tryng to find food then the bomb went off i found shelter in time and when i got out i found myself in a strange place............
why us: this server sounds amazing and i have wanted for a long time to play on a rp server
RP Experience: i have't played on a rp server before because i couldn't find any that looks good. But i have played the elder scrolls, fallout and diablo
IC --------------- name: chris Howard age: 24: gender: male Appearance: 1.74 m, black hair, brown eyes, Caucasian skin, scar across the left eye which cussed his left eye to go blind, wears a dirty brown leather duster over a harden leather armor. personalty: Chris is more of a lone wolf but doesn't have anything against some company he also tends to trust almost anyone he meets on his travels that looks like a nice person but put his hand on the revolver when he spot someone, he's kind most of the time but ain't afraid to kill if he need to
background: -Old Ghoul eye-
I'll ask Broken what he thinks of your app, if we come to an agreement, you'll get an answer for it. I'm torn currently.
IGN:kylre121
Source(s):myself
Why Us?:because i love to RP and i love fallout
RP Experience:I used to play fallout 3 every day and i recently finished fallout new vegas IC
Name:kylre
Age:17
Gender:male
Appearance:tall, white, brown hair, blue eyes.
Personality:mysterious, looks out for others, will do anything to survive
Background:i dont remember my background at all, all i remember is waking up in vault 7 to my sisters dead body hanging from the ceiling ever since then i've been hunting for whoever killed her.
Well you've got more of an app to read than that first guy, but it's still laughably short. I'd suggest looking at the application below yours and taking the hint from that. It's what I want to see structurally.
OOC
IGN: saadie
Source(s): wild wasteland; wolfie_seekar, as surprising as that might be due to our past.... indifferences....
Why Us?: I was Ava on the server, but she got caught in cross-fire and I am here to make a new character.
RP Experience: 10+ years of paragraph roleplay and a couple months of minecraft rp! Plus the time that I spent on the server as Ava.
IC
Name: Victoria York
Age: 19
Gender: Lady
Appearance: Still rather pale, Victoria is noticeably lighter than most wasters. She has a pretty face with a pair of bright blue eyes, her face is slightly diamond-shaped and surrounded by light blonde hair that she usually tries to keep to her jaw. The tresses are thicky and naturally in loose curls. She wears a vault 91 jumpsuit, a pair of combat boots, and her pipboy 3000.
Personality: Victoria, in most cases, comes off as a complete ***** at first. In the nicest way possible, she is a feisty young woman. Victoria's always been known to bite off more than she can chew, though there are times where she'd managed to pull back from getting too in over her head. She is fairly materialistic and enjoys spending a good portion of her freetime exploring and scavanging, occasionally stooping down to cat burglary or pickpocketing when she can get away with it. Despite this, she's definitely clever and surprisingly quite intelligent at times. Definitely a 'carpe diem' sort of girl.
Background: -Sounds like a ***** to me-
Accepted again. feel free to play Victoria on the server.
OOC
IGN: kaykay63
Source(s): Minecraft Forum
Why Us?: Because I love Fallout and this looks very promising.
RP Experience: I've played on other RP servers before. Nothing like Fallout themed sadly. IC
Name: Solus Eremus
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Appearance: Rough faced, wears animal skin.
Personality: Trys to be friendly to others, doesn't like it when crossed.
Background: His parents were raiders and decided to raid an NCR camp on the outskirts of the Strip. Some NCR followed them back to their hideout and killed them. A NCR soilder found Solus and decided to take him. The man who raised him didn't want his now adopted son to know about his true parent's unkind past. Solus' parents spoke a strange pre-war language, hence his name. Solus had been raised to be an NCR soilder. Before the moon blew he had a fight with his father and finally learned about his true parents. As he ventured out for a walk is when the moon exploded and rained down from the sky. His father's camp had gotten hit by a piece of it and Solus was left abandoned once again.
[u][b]OOC[/b][/u] IGN: Darkpieguy Source(s): Played on server WhyUs?: Re-roll! RP Experience: I had another character [u][b]IC[/b][/u] Name: James Lopez Age: 23 Gender: Male Appearance: Dark hair, medium length , Green eyes, Medium height. Followers jacket and black undershirt. Personality: Supports Medicine and Scientific arts, caring, wishes the best for the people of freeside. Background: James's parents were born in the Boneyard and grew up there, learning to respect the NCR. Neither of them were fighters nor were they Scientists. They both Joined the followers and met there. Years later, James was born in the Boneyard. When they heard the Mojave area of the NCR needed assistance they moved out there with baby James and settled in Old Mormon Fort in freeside shortly after. James grew up learning Science, reading, writing, and medicine from his parents. There were many kinds of people in the fort that taught him different things, he learned Medicine from his parents, Science and robot technology from the Martimer's. He was able to fix small injuries at even a young age. When he was 19 and worked full time as a follower doctor his parents were helping wounded freesiders in outer freeside when they were killed in a crossfire between the NCR and some kings.
After the death of his parents, James's determination grew even stronger than it was before. He wanted to make Freeside the best place it can be. He helped in any way he could, even if it was staying in the labs to help make fixer and medicines. He always took the most dangerous jobs if it meant potentially saving another followers life. He ended taking more care for the Freeside citizens than himself, letting his normally slow - growing hair grow long, and his cloths dirty. After 4 years with the followers he had come to the conclusion that the NCR was hurting Freeside more than they were helping it. He helped several other freesiders attempt to get the NCR out of freeside to no avail, even when they directly assaulted citizens. He has come to dislike the House's current leader Johnson, because of him enabling people into addiction and alcoholism. He is currently busy working inside Mormon fort creating meds to help people.
OOC
IGN: saadie
Source(s): wild wasteland; wolfie_seekar, as surprising as that might be due to our past.... indifferences....
Why Us?: I was Ava on the server, but she got caught in cross-fire and I am here to make a new character.
RP Experience: 10+ years of paragraph roleplay and a couple months of minecraft rp! Plus the time that I spent on the server as Ava.
[u][b]OOC[/b][/u]
IGN:infinitystudiozz
Source(s): bluestudioes
Why Us?: becuase the other fallout servers where crap this one sounded good.
RP Experience:played on other mc RP servers. larped.
[u][b]IC[/b][/u]
Name: Scott Peirceson
Age:19
Gender:male
Appearance: brown hair, green eyes, fairly skinny,wears a special armored vualt-tec hazmat suit.
Personality: nice, but will kill when ever he needs, try's to help people in need,fairly charismatic.
Background:
Scott, being brought up as just another wastelander, always strived for something more. tired with being stuck in his cobbled together town, and having no parents, he decided to leave town on his 15 birthday.
leaving his home was not the adventure he thought it would be, aside form the occasional raider nothing exciting seemed to happen. after a few months away Scott thought about going back, his dreams of freedom and adventure where quickly evaporating. He soon became tired, and sick. rummaging around in collapsing buildings for food and weapons became more of a chore than he thought it would be. but just as he had finally decide to give up on his new life, he came across a caravan that had stopped for lunch. without anything to eat for the past 5 days, Scott was starting to starve. without many options, he decided to try and sneak up on the caravaners and steal some of their food. after ducking behind rubble and slowly crawling over to them, he heard something that would change his life. very near now, he over heard them talking about an almost unreal city, a city of lights and wealth, somewhere in the Mojave desert.
living in the gray radioactive burnt forests of Oregon, Scott couldnt even begin to imagine what the Mojave was like, thats why he had to go there. it took him almost 3 years of walking and scavenging before he finally made it to the Mojave. unfortunatly for him, what he found was not the land wealth he had expected to find, but instead a land in peril. but not about to give up on his dream,not when he had come so far, Scott now tries to find a way to help the Mojave.
Thank you, this is encouraging. I might have made some elementary mistakes like "lots of trade and everyone was happy, causing a rise in trade" I wasn't exactly awake when writing it.
So about when will the server be up?
Source(s): Wolfie_Seekar and CeliusOrius
Why Us?: I've been playing since day 1
RP Experience: 4 launches of the VRP, a Skyrim server, a Fantasy themed server, and Lost Days. Plus this :3
Age: Jiub is in his young teens, around the age of 13/14
Gender: Male
Appearance: He wears nothing but the usual tribal gear, meaning a green loincloth and a green sash around his torso. His teeth are sharper than a coyote's, and his eyes just as wild. The boy is skinny and of medium height, yet he is oddly muscular, as if he carries a boulder over his head at all times. His hair is dark, as is his skin. It is tan, yet has scars all along it.
Personality: He is oddly extremely trustworthy to certain people, as soon as he lays eyes on them he has an Empathetic connection, and will follow their commands to the grave. He also is schizophrenic, as pre-war doctors would say. Certain events will trigger his schizophrenia, and he will get on all fours and attack all in his way, unless he falls asleep.
Background: Jiub. An odd name, yes. A stupid name even. Jiub was an inbred baby born into a small tribe, with connections to the great Psyker tribe called the Beastlords. His mother was a woman lowest in the tribe. She had no idea she had been related to the man she mated with. They were all primitive and stupid, even for tribal standards. That is, until Jiub came. The boy was different. He had been the first to have any real Beastlord powers, and he wasn't stupid either. He could look at a person, and understand what they were feeling. He could command animals to do his bidding. He could even make clothing! He taught the women how to make clothing, and even learned that food was better if you cooked it over FIRE! It was a miracle when that boy was born.
At the age of 13 or 14, that strange boy grew tired of being the smartest (Jiub would later learn that he isn't smart at all to some of the people he would meet in the Mojave) person in a tribe of 20. He ran away from the tribe at night, with his pet molerat he called White Horse. He wandered off into the night with only his spear and his trusty molerat. As they walked through Zion, mostly under the cover of night, they got closer and closer to the Mojave, Jiub's dreamland. He longed to see the lights of Vegas for some unknown reason, as if fate wanted him to be there. On his third night on the trip to the Mojave, Jiub woke to the bonechilling noise of White Horse being killed by a nightstalker.
His eyes flashed with rage, seeing his only friend being devoured by a stupid dog-snake thing! Jiub tackled the nightstalker, having his first schizophrenia-triggered rage. He clawed at the nightstalker with his sharp nails and bit into the fur, completely ignoring the spear he had brought and the power he had to tame animals. He rolled around with the nightstalker for atleast 30 minutes, causing great pain both to himself and the anim-no, creature- that had been created from splicing serpent and coyote DNA. That was Jiub's first fight, and it wasn't even with a person. Eventually he sat there, punching the now dead nightstalker. His body had scrapes and bite marks all over him, he was bleeding from every crevice in his body. He staggered off towards the direction of the Mojave and eventually found himself a mile or two north of the fabulous New Vegas.
Whaaaaaaaaa is Liam.... dead!?!?
I look forward to playing!
Thanks dude!
Source(s):i justfound it
Why Us?:i love fallout rpgs and guns
RP Experience:alot
[u][b]IC[/b][/u]
Name:Jason
Age:15
Gender:boy
Appearance:blonde hair green eyes
Personality:ready to fight great at stealth
Background:used to work in the military until the germans bombed the base i fled tryng to find food then the bomb went off i found shelter in time and when i got out i found myself in a strange place............
Source(s):myself
Why Us?:because i love to RP and i love fallout
RP Experience:I used to play fallout 3 every day and i recently finished fallout new vegas
IC
Name:kylre
Age:17
Gender:male
Appearance:tall, white, brown hair, blue eyes.
Personality:mysterious, looks out for others, will do anything to survive
Background:i dont remember my background at all, all i remember is waking up in vault 7 to my sisters dead body hanging from the ceiling ever since then i've been hunting for whoever killed her.
Looks like it
IGN: saadie
Source(s): wild wasteland; wolfie_seekar, as surprising as that might be due to our past.... indifferences....
Why Us?: I was Ava on the server, but she got caught in cross-fire and I am here to make a new character.
RP Experience: 10+ years of paragraph roleplay and a couple months of minecraft rp! Plus the time that I spent on the server as Ava.
IC
Name: Victoria York
Age: 19
Gender: Lady
Appearance: Still rather pale, Victoria is noticeably lighter than most wasters. She has a pretty face with a pair of bright blue eyes, her face is slightly diamond-shaped and surrounded by light blonde hair that she usually tries to keep to her jaw. The tresses are thicky and naturally in loose curls. She wears a vault 91 jumpsuit, a pair of combat boots, and her pipboy 3000.
Personality: Victoria, in most cases, comes off as a complete ***** at first. In the nicest way possible, she is a feisty young woman. Victoria's always been known to bite off more than she can chew, though there are times where she'd managed to pull back from getting too in over her head. She is fairly materialistic and enjoys spending a good portion of her freetime exploring and scavanging, occasionally stooping down to cat burglary or pickpocketing when she can get away with it. Despite this, she's definitely clever and surprisingly quite intelligent at times. Definitely a 'carpe diem' sort of girl.
Background: Victoria was born in a vault on the east coast. The vault she'd been apart of was rather large by the time she was born, and supplies were starting to run low. They occasionally made contact with the outside to bring in new supplies... and used it as a punishment for anyone caught doing anything particularly bad. They very, very rarely let outsiders inside. Over the past two hundred years, there were maybe three or four outsiders who ever got to join their ranks.
Over the years, families formed. That'd been the Vault's experiment: five prestigious families were chosen to live in this vault along with various, random individuals. A hierarchy formed almost immediately. With all the time down in the vaults, feuds came and went along with alliances and the occasional joining of families. Those born to the immediate families enjoyed great wealth in the form of supplies and prestige. By the current times, these families were still established and the social pyramid was as strong as ever. It was almost like some sort of bastardized rendition of Game of Thrones, and although the initial experimenters were gone, they would've probably likened it to such a show.
Victoria had been born to the immediate York family, one of the major five. She grew up normally like a girl born into such a life, rarely having to work for anything. However, with nothing to do on most days, she filled her schedule up with all sorts of odd hobbies, most of them just a little mean.
She grew to be a very sneaky young woman with deft hands, able to pick things from people's pockets without detection. On the range, she learned to use guns, but favored rifles best. There was a sick sort of glee in the idea of picking off targets without them knowing until it was too late. Besides that, she was particularly guileful and knew how to talk her way out of any situation. And for all else? Hiding until the storm had blown over worked often.
Eventually, she grew up to be a... fine young woman. Mischievous and cunning, but still fine. When her parents arranged for a marriage between her and the oldest son of another family, she was outraged. Victoria immediately detested him, and for good reason. He often attempted to bully and boss around the other, lower vault members, but lacked a good amount of respect. One night, she snuck over and killed him in his sleep and while attempting to hide the evidence, was found and held on trial.
From there, Victoria was sent out to the wastes despite all her begging and pleading. It took her a long time to adjust and there had been many close calls along the way, but through her travellings she ended up in the Mojave, where she's aiming to rest a while if not settle down completely.
you're kidding right?
I'll ask Broken what he thinks of your app, if we come to an agreement, you'll get an answer for it. I'm torn currently.
Well you've got more of an app to read than that first guy, but it's still laughably short. I'd suggest looking at the application below yours and taking the hint from that. It's what I want to see structurally.
Accepted again. feel free to play Victoria on the server.
IGN: kaykay63
Source(s): Minecraft Forum
Why Us?: Because I love Fallout and this looks very promising.
RP Experience: I've played on other RP servers before. Nothing like Fallout themed sadly.
IC
Name: Solus Eremus
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Appearance: Rough faced, wears animal skin.
Personality: Trys to be friendly to others, doesn't like it when crossed.
Background: His parents were raiders and decided to raid an NCR camp on the outskirts of the Strip. Some NCR followed them back to their hideout and killed them. A NCR soilder found Solus and decided to take him. The man who raised him didn't want his now adopted son to know about his true parent's unkind past. Solus' parents spoke a strange pre-war language, hence his name. Solus had been raised to be an NCR soilder. Before the moon blew he had a fight with his father and finally learned about his true parents. As he ventured out for a walk is when the moon exploded and rained down from the sky. His father's camp had gotten hit by a piece of it and Solus was left abandoned once again.
IGN: Darkpieguy
Source(s): Played on server
WhyUs?: Re-roll!
RP Experience: I had another character
[u][b]IC[/b][/u]
Name: James Lopez
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Appearance: Dark hair, medium length , Green eyes, Medium height. Followers jacket and black undershirt.
Personality: Supports Medicine and Scientific arts, caring, wishes the best for the people of freeside.
Background: James's parents were born in the Boneyard and grew up there, learning to respect the NCR. Neither of them were fighters nor were they Scientists. They both Joined the followers and met there. Years later, James was born in the Boneyard. When they heard the Mojave area of the NCR needed assistance they moved out there with baby James and settled in Old Mormon Fort in freeside shortly after. James grew up learning Science, reading, writing, and medicine from his parents. There were many kinds of people in the fort that taught him different things, he learned Medicine from his parents, Science and robot technology from the Martimer's. He was able to fix small injuries at even a young age. When he was 19 and worked full time as a follower doctor his parents were helping wounded freesiders in outer freeside when they were killed in a crossfire between the NCR and some kings.
After the death of his parents, James's determination grew even stronger than it was before. He wanted to make Freeside the best place it can be. He helped in any way he could, even if it was staying in the labs to help make fixer and medicines. He always took the most dangerous jobs if it meant potentially saving another followers life. He ended taking more care for the Freeside citizens than himself, letting his normally slow - growing hair grow long, and his cloths dirty. After 4 years with the followers he had come to the conclusion that the NCR was hurting Freeside more than they were helping it. He helped several other freesiders attempt to get the NCR out of freeside to no avail, even when they directly assaulted citizens. He has come to dislike the House's current leader Johnson, because of him enabling people into addiction and alcoholism. He is currently busy working inside Mormon fort creating meds to help people.
Sowwy for accidently shooting Ava :/
IGN:infinitystudiozz
Source(s): bluestudioes
Why Us?: becuase the other fallout servers where crap this one sounded good.
RP Experience:played on other mc RP servers. larped.
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Name: Scott Peirceson
Age:19
Gender:male
Appearance: brown hair, green eyes, fairly skinny,wears a special armored vualt-tec hazmat suit.
Personality: nice, but will kill when ever he needs, try's to help people in need,fairly charismatic.
Background:
Scott, being brought up as just another wastelander, always strived for something more. tired with being stuck in his cobbled together town, and having no parents, he decided to leave town on his 15 birthday.
leaving his home was not the adventure he thought it would be, aside form the occasional raider nothing exciting seemed to happen. after a few months away Scott thought about going back, his dreams of freedom and adventure where quickly evaporating. He soon became tired, and sick. rummaging around in collapsing buildings for food and weapons became more of a chore than he thought it would be. but just as he had finally decide to give up on his new life, he came across a caravan that had stopped for lunch. without anything to eat for the past 5 days, Scott was starting to starve. without many options, he decided to try and sneak up on the caravaners and steal some of their food. after ducking behind rubble and slowly crawling over to them, he heard something that would change his life. very near now, he over heard them talking about an almost unreal city, a city of lights and wealth, somewhere in the Mojave desert.
living in the gray radioactive burnt forests of Oregon, Scott couldnt even begin to imagine what the Mojave was like, thats why he had to go there. it took him almost 3 years of walking and scavenging before he finally made it to the Mojave. unfortunatly for him, what he found was not the land wealth he had expected to find, but instead a land in peril. but not about to give up on his dream,not when he had come so far, Scott now tries to find a way to help the Mojave.
Why is the server down?