Source(s):Found it on Minecraft server forums
Why Us?:You have all of this stuff and you guys have lots of players.
RP Experience:Round about 1 or 2 years...
Appearance:Red orange hair and beard with some leather padings and green shirt with brown pants.
Personality:Tactical(sometimes), Kind, Smart, and funny
Background:Shamis McGrimic came from Ireland, 4 years ago and seen almost everything. He just wants to work and get a good life, but when he saw the lost and the corpses he hid in a bar for hours until the lost has gone away. He realized his Wife and his son died from the crash of the boat, he cried and cried for an hour. He grabbed some leather and fashined a leather suit and grabbed a Iron Pipe from the boat and started to beat every single zombie that tried or not to kill him. Now he he's just all alone and he wants to find some scienstist of a cure for the lost ones and others. This his is begining.....
IGN: Panther_18 Source(s):I don't know what sources mean Why Us?: Because I have been trying too find another server like this ever since Lord Of Craft was too full RP experience I have played D&D ever since I was 6 and have created 6 characters I still use today and 10 others I don't use any more and great IC Name: Diesel The Brick (Diesel first name The brick last name) Age:32 Gender:Male Appearance:6 foot strong muscular ect. Personality:Love fluffy bunnies,Extreme anger issues,Hell bent on finding out wheres his wife is,Racist to mutants and Alcoholic Background:Was abounded at age 1 never could remember his parents.Was raised in a town called Good Springs. Killed a human at age 10. Joined the NCR when he was 18.12 years of NCR experience. Was married at age 25 in the NCR. Wife disappeared during and NCR fight between the legion they say she was KIA (killed in action) He disagrees and left the NCR too find his wife. Is a mercenary too make caps as he trys too find his wife.
Why Us?:mBecause I'm looking for a good Fallout MC server and I got more than I was asking with this server because it's RP
RP Experience: Well, my RP experience is great. I have learned all my RP from playing Gerry's Mod RP and I'm very use to text RP and character design. I do believe I will make a great addition. IC
Name: Jaccon Fey
Appearance: young with light blond hair, blue eyes and a tan skin color. His clothes being tight fitting light wait armor made for his profession. Has knives at his side. His attire all black.
Personality: Friendly when not working. When on the job kills any threat he sees. Has a soft spot for the young. Is pervi. Turns serious at a moments notice. Very smart. Very resourceful.
Background:I grew up in the vault 164 with my Dad. Nothing much had happened up till the point of my 15th birthday. On that day the fault door, which we believed locked for ever, was opened from the outside. What followed after that was horror. Blood soaked men flooded into the entrance and first they had stood there, but then the attacked us, as fast a lightning almost. I had ran as soon as I saw one of them use a knife to pierce the body's of the people I knew so well, and watched as they fell dead. I ran all they way to the Overseers office. I had knew that the Overseer kept a gun in his desk, a 10mm pistol. While there I had used the intercom to announce that the vault was under attack. Finnaly, I had found the pistol, never have I used one before, but I knew one thing it seemed simple to me. As soon as grabbed and lifted up the pistol, a new feeling had washed over me. I felt as if I knew exactly what to do with this pistol, and I did. At that moment 2 of the men had came into the office and looked at me and I looked back, a long moment of silance, than they were moving at me. As if instinct, I lifted the gun and fired hitting one between the eyes. Than I had moved as to avoid the other man, moving actually faster than him. I had now fired another round hitting the man in the knee, the man fell. I had walked up to the griefing man and held the gun to his head and pulled the trigger. I had left the office feeling something strange as if this killing came natural to me. I had found another dead man on the way, but this man had something that caught me eye. He had a pair of knifes that looked old but somewhat enchanting. I had taken the knifes and felt a new sensation role over me, I had felt anger but calmed. At that moment I just started running, killing every blood drenched human in sight. After long I had found that all of them were dead, that I killed them all. At this I had stood at the entrance to the vault, for hours I stood there not saying anything, motionless. At that point I knew I was born for this, but I promissed my self I will only kill those who hand are colored crimson... I swore that day. Now I'm a assassin hired to kill the scum of the wastelands.
Last i was told, the server is going down until next summer, when the admins don't have school. I'm not sure if that applies now, but it was what i was told a few weeks ago. Just some other information (do not mean to advertise, per say), Broken Sky's had endorsed our server, and had intend to possible merge with it. But due to his school and inactivity, it could never be brought more that just that.
If you feel like you want a new server, we are always open to hiring over there, and have places for everyone.
But seriously, i am pretty sure this server is in a "coma" per say, and wont be up or active for the next few months. Sorry to burst everyone's bubble.
IGN: tylermcgee Who told you about us: I found this server on my own Why Us: Just by looking at the forum thread, i can tell that this is a great, well organized, and profesionally managed server. And I'm looking for a good server, because the one i played on permidently ended. Age (If you feel comfortable giving us that information.): I am 15 years old Did you understand/ read the rules? yes Contact information (optional):Skype isTyler McGee Metagameing: Meta gameing is useing OOC knoledge, or other knoledge your character woudlnt know. (for example: asking where people are OOC, or going somewhere your last char went, when your new one wouldnt know about it) Powergaming: powergameing is where you rcharacter does stuff that isnt possible. (for example: *slicing his head off* you would have to say *attempts to slice his head off*, or *draws, aims, and fires 20 into his chest* the way i learned, drawing, aiming, and shooting are 3 turns. and even if your extremly skilled, you wouldnt be able to fire 20 in a turn)
Name: Carter Samuel Age: 28 Karma/ moral:kind, unless he is angry, then bad Main SPECIAL trait: Streanth Personality: friendly, claustrophobic, and cool. He does have a temper. Ethnicity: Caucasian Appearance:is 6'6, very muscular, but also looks very agile. has short-black hair, and tan skin. Background:Carter was born in Arizona, either looking for food, working out, or practicing hand-to-hand fighting. He never had any fun growing up, just had feelings of being alone, due to his dad being of with his gang most of the time. One day he left the camp he grew up in, and started going around Arizona.Even though he was a tough fist fighter, he always had a interest in the stars. One day when he was looking for food, a large death claw spotted him, and he took off running. Noteing that the death claw was considerably faster, he looked for a building, or a cave to hid in. He stumbled upon a cave with a tight entrance and a fairly sized cavern. The death claw Waited in the area for almost 3 months, Carter was almost killed twice while trying to escape. Living of mole rat, and rad roach meat, he hated it. One day, the death claw was attacked by a swarm of rad roach and carter made his escape. Ever since then, he has hated tight places. After that he decided he was done with Arizona, and he walked over to Nevada, looking for food, and mabey even a place to settle down in.
Role play example: Scene: A super duper mart *carter slowly, quietly makes his way down a dimly light isle, looking for food, when he hears the doors open, and quietly gets down* Raider 1: *speaks quietly, and quickly* I bet we can find some meds in the pharmacy Raider 2: *speaks quietly* even if this place was picked clean, we can probably find some loser looking for food in here. *they walk past the isle that carter is lieing down in* *carter gets up, and makes his way to the raiders* *he picks up a can, and throws it, distracting the raiders*
*he runs up, and goes to break one of the raiders necks* *he succeeds, getting the raider off guard, and the second one draws his 10mm* *carter tries to hook-kick the gun out of the raiders hand* *he success, and the gun skids on the tile floor, making a noise that echo's throughout the entire mart* *the raider tries to kick carter, but he grabs his leg, and twists it, sending the raider to the ground*the raider tries to crawl for his gun, when carter goes to break his neck* *he succeeds, and the second raider is killed, leaving the super duper mart quiet, and still as it was before*
Thought i should ad this: I have played every fallout game, that includes F1, F2, f:t, F:bos, F:w, F3, and F:nv, so i know the lore.
Source(s): google searching fallout rp servers
Why Us?: because you looked profesional
RP Experience: i have all fallout games IC
Appearance: bandit with blond hair
Personality: wild wasteland
Background: harold is a former scientist that figuerd out how to replicate a laser rifle. the brotherhood of steel wants him dead or captured so the inhabitants of the wasteland are not harmed by his knoledge.
"where are they!?" Harold excliams.
"who?" asks ???
"the brotherhood of steel of course!"
"why do you want them?"
"why are you asking me these questions?"
"because we wanted to surprise you!"
"$H**" pulls out betty (harolds laser rifle with scope)
*3 brotherhood palidines come out of hiding*
*shoots at closest of 4*
*first one disentigrates*
*second and thrid find cover*
*forth stumbles and falls off cliff*
*harold uses stealth boy while out of sight*
"damn!" 2nd palidin yelled. "where did he go?"
[u][b]OOC[/b][/u] IGN: coolboi360 Source(s): MC Forums? searched it up in google cuz i need my fallout! WhyUs?: I am obssessed with fallout... it worries people RP Experience: Various Fallout Servers, Skyrim Servers, Rp servers, Fallout 1, 3, and NV, Elder Scrolls: Skyrim. [u][b]IC[/b][/u] Name: Alexsandr "James" Carson Age: 26 Gender: Male Appearance: slightly above average male height, quite fit and noticeably chubby, mildly long brown hair, rough skin, slightly darkened skin tone, rugged look, light eyes, toe thumbs from radiation poisoning Personality: controlled stubbornness, friendly to most, judges upon race(skin and type of person) and appearance, ambitious, adventurous, wandering, optimist, dreamer Background: Alexsandr was the son of a farmer in central New Mexico living right next to the road. He was fed well and lived like every other farmer in the wastes, caring for the cattle and helping his father with planting. Alex's mother had died giving birth to him almost making it a miscarriage but a loss to her in the end. Without a mother Alex's father thought he would not be able to handle a child on his own, but he was wrong. Alex followed orders well from his father, always did what needed to be done. A loyal boy he became, but also a little rebelious rascal. Alex never liked his name, he never knew why he had no E after the D and an S after the X when the name didnt need it; Alex decided to rename himself... James sounded like a good choice. Alex was a rebel though... as he grew older he became more obsessed with his own business than the business on the farm. He liked to adventure far out into the wastes and explore what lurked in caves and abandoned towns. Luckily, those little adventures went surprisingly well and taught Alex to be sneaky in situations were he did not want to be discovered. The rebelling continued though, his father working countless hours planting and herding without the help of his son... One day Alex came back to find his father lying dead on the ground, white as powder. The local doctor said it was heart attack, and so it was... without the help of Alex, his father's body could not stand the scorching heat and endless work before him. Alex buried his father next to three dead brahmin and killed the rest for food. Now that alex was alone he had decided it would be good to move west, hearing news of a large faction that he could gladly participate in called the NCR. before Alex left though, he paid a local guns-man 400 caps to teach him the ways with a rifle. after some days and nights of training... Alex could officially call himself someone who could use a gun. The following day he set off with an abundance of food, a rifle with rounds, and 237 caps to head out west. He left his farm and mostly everything behind to set off to join the NCR. Alex wanted to be part of something bigger than a hometown militia or a small band of fighters. The NCR was a great oppertunity but he did not know anything about them.
1 Months summery - Alex travelled, unrest in some weeks, crossing Zion, and sneaky past the divide he ended up in the Mojave... this was it, his time was now to begin a new life in this land. Things seemed less good than he thought, people with weird fungus and many night creatures ruled these wastes... was the mojave a good idea? this would be his time to find out.
Why Us?: I LOVE Fallout
RP Experience: I have played every Fallout IC
Background: I play fallout, minecraft, and tekkit.
IGN: dont have one
Why Us?: i like fallout and minecraft, so why not?
RP Experience: 1 on 1 rp with friends IC
Name: Chris Burr
Appearance:short, a bit chubby, by no means masculine
Personality: amicable, energetic, if a bit annoying, can be snarky, naive
Background: a kid who just escaped from vault 104, deciding to go on an adventure in the wasteland
Source(s): Not sure what you mean by that. But I found this on the Minecraft forums.
Why Us?: Your a Fallout Rp server. And I love fallout more than TES.
RP Experience: Half-Life RP,Half-life City RP,Minecraft RP
Name: Cyan Rubble
Appearance: Brow Hair,Green Eyes,Beard.
Personality:Friendly,A bit Crazy,
Background: His family and he grew up in a small town his father was a Sniper to keep away Ghouls and SuperMutants that would come by his father showed him how to use a gun and repair them,His mother was a mechanic with was strange for a women but she could fix things better then any man could.He and a great interest in technology and and learned what he could about them.When he was old enough her set out on his own to make his own life in the wastes.He became a scavenger and looted many pre-war things from ruins when he was 24 he came back to his home town and found everything in ruins and no sign of anyone. So he walked,But he always knew people would die but he never knew it would happen so quick.He meet many people in his travels and learned many more things he hope that he can help people. But...War,War never changes.
I regret to inform the followers of this topic that Fallout: Old World Blues will not be returning to the internet scheme. I still have 1, possibly 2, more year(s) of college to attend, and I simply will not have the time while there or during the summer to pick up this project. Much about Minecraft has changed in my absence, and many of our plugins are now defunct, leaving this project more of an effort to keep alive than scrap.
However, there exists a glimmer of hope in these dark times. F:OWB was simply too amazing. I loved running the server, its easily one of the fondest memories I've ever had. So I don't think I'm done running RP servers. In the year(s) to come, I will in fact be starting up another Roleplay server. Will it be as large in scale? Will staff start again with me? Will it be as in-depth? These questions cannot be answered at the current time. However, I can answer that it will not be Fallout themed, unfortunately.
The bad news is, of course, this will be a long while from now. Many of you may lose interest in this or in MC altogether. But if you stick around, you will indeed see this come back. I've got nothing but positive reviews of my server from all of you (save literally 2 people that ever thought I was doing a bad job) and I know that if I attempt this again, taking more time to plan and correct the errors of OWB, I'll be onto something pretty freaking sweet. It is my sincerest hope that you all join me in this endeavor. (the easiest way would be to add me on Skype, since I will likely be keeping up any information there.)
So as of now, farewell. And by farewell, I mean find me on some other RP servers, or on the Forum Roleplay section where I'm planning on starting an RP, or talk to me on here, skype, or FB or something. The only real farewell is to the OWB server itself, which is inanimate, and therefore incapable of hearing my saddened pleas. But in all seriousness, thank you all for making this experience something incredible. I love each and every one of you, my children. My children who I bled and sweat and cried over, painstakingly attempting to provide the best Fallout RP experience possible. I hope that you, my children, Will support in this new RP endeavor. Which may or not contain a zombie outbreak. Thank you.