There are a few things wrong with your application. Please edit the following:
1. Re-read the rules. You missed something.
2. Please redo your character bio and rp example in accordance with our format. (Extend rp example and char. bio.)
3. Change your spawn location to one of our actual spawn locations.
4. Overall, more detail throughout the app.
Thank you for taking the time to apply. Please edit the following and hopefully re-apply!
Thank you for taking the time to apply. however you are going to need to change a few things:
1. Re-read the rules. You missed something.
2. Not sure if you know or not, Dog City=Denver. Your app makes them sound like two different places.
3. On the note of character bio, you need to expand this section. It is too short, too general, and has no special details.
4. Rp example wasn't great. Please edit it.
5. Overall more detail is need in the app. Your character is really vague.
6. Some edits to grammar wouldn't hurt.
7. It might be easier at this point to create an entirely new character.
Please edit the following and hopefully re-apply!
Until then:
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“I've always loathed the necessity of sleep. Like death, it puts even the most powerful men on their backs.”
I thought I recognized you. I was about to say you would still need to apply, but lucky enough for you, your app was just ggod enough to get re-accepted. The Rp example was a bit weak, but it passed the minimum. Character bio was alright. So you check out! Congratulations and Welcome to Fallout: Reclamation!
CreeperKiller7: Accepted
Glad to hear it! I've never been good at writing Bio`s, but what I lack in writing, I make up in rping
OOC- Remember the rules!
In game name:Thetroopmaster
Age:11 but im not the halfwit you would think i am
Gender:male
Country or time-zone:West virginia (usa)
Have you played any Fallout games? Which one(s):fallout 3
Why do you want to play on this server?:minecraft + fallout 3 = epicness
What lies in the shadow of the statue?:what is this supposed to mean?
Have you read the lore?: most of it yes
IC- The more detail, the better!
Name:John Mason
Nickname (optional):Crazy John
Motto (optional):N/A
Age:25
Gender:male
Height:6 foot
Weight:150
Personality:Not friendly to strangers well really most people
Character's SPECIAL (max total: 40):
Strength- 10
Perception- 9
Endurance-9
Charisma-8
Intelligence-7
Agility-7
Luck-3
Character's skills:Melee weapons
Weaknesses:Explosives
Karma:Neutral
Character's appearance:Has brown eyes black hair has a scar on his forehead wihte skin his hair is short cut he is 150 lbs and is 6.5 feet tall.
Worn cloths/accessories:gray shirt blue jeans
Gear/weapons:Sledge hammer
Dislikes:other people
Likes:being alone
Any condition's/ disorder's (optional):N/A
Spawn Location:The U.L.L.Y.S.S.E.S Quarantine Prison.
RP example (At least 2 paragraphs): John searches the old destroyed house in a suburban area of a old town. he is shocked at the state of the place completely destroyed nothing left but burned remnants of what once was someones home. he thinks to himself "this is what happens when the world decides to fight over nothing..it burns everything in its path."
Character back-story (At least 3 paragraphs with no assuming faction roles):Former Solider in the enclave till he finds out what the enclave do... They destroy everything in their path. That's when he decided to leave and he did leaving everything behind from the enclave starting anew. he traveled to the The U.L.L.Y.S.S.E.S Quarantine Prison attempting to find something to help him survive.
Hi there! First of all, if your going to say your 11 and then say your not a half wit, implying you are old and mature enough to play on the server, please actually back that up in your application.
So first off: Im just gonna say go read the ENTIRE forum post. ESPECIALLY the rules. Also, read the ENTIRE lore.
Secondly: Your IC section needs ALOT of work. You need to add alot more detail to things like your personality, weaknesses, and liked and dislikes. Also your skills section but I'll touch on that in a second.
Third: Take your SPECIAL chart thing, and burn it. It clearly says 40 points max, have you ever even played Fallout? You have 53 points. It's ridiculous. You also maxed out strength, and put 3 other traits really high (9/8) and one as a 7, which is still over 5. Yet you never even mention your character having those kinds of abilities in your app, especially not in your skills section. Correct the points to the right amount and address it in the other sections of your app like your skills.
Fourth: Your RP example and your bio. Your RP example needs to be ALOT longer. Your bio does to, (and I mean alot) but it also has other problems. Detail. It has absolutely none. You don't really even talk about your life. Please look at some accepted apps as an example. You also need to go read the Enclaves lore and the timeline (like I said already). How you depicted them is not how they are on this server at all.
I'm sorry, but you have alot of work to do. Until then, denied.
Hi there! First of all, if your going to say your 11 and then say your not a half wit, implying you are old and mature enough to play on the server, please actually back that up in your application.
So first off: Im just gonna say go read the ENTIRE forum post. ESPECIALLY the rules. Also, read the ENTIRE lore.
Secondly: Your IC section needs ALOT of work. You need to add alot more detail to things like your personality, weaknesses, and liked and dislikes. Also your skills section but I'll touch on that in a second.
Third: Take your SPECIAL chart thing, and burn it. It clearly says 40 points max, have you ever even played Fallout? You have 53 points. It's ridiculous. You also maxed out strength, and put 3 other traits really high (9/8) and one as a 7, which is still over 5. Yet you never even mention your character having those kinds of abilities in your app, especially not in your skills section. Correct the points to the right amount and address it in the other sections of your app like your skills.
Fourth: Your RP example and your bio. Your RP example needs to be ALOT longer. Your bio does to, (and I mean alot) but it also has other problems. Detail. It has absolutely none. You don't really even talk about your life. Please look at some accepted apps as an example. You also need to go read the Enclaves lore and the timeline (like I said already). How you depicted them is not how they are on this server at all.
I'm sorry, but you have alot of work to do. Until then, denied.
Keep those apps coming! By the way, please apply for builder after you get accepted for the server, as it would greatly shorten our time for release. If we have enough builders, we could finish by the end of this month!
Have you played any Fallout games? Which one(s): Every single one, from Fallout 1 to New Vegas.
Why do you want to play on this server?: It looks and sounds fantastic, I read through the lore and I was thoroughly impressed. It seems like a great time and I love roleplaying.
What lies in the shadow of the statue?: He who will save us all.
Have you read the lore?: Si, it was mighty interesting.
__________________The Lore___________________
2052 - The "New Plague" surfaces after Chinese Hei Gui agents steal it. It kills aprox. Two-hundred thousand citizens.
2055 - West Tek begins working on a new virus to kill the "new virus".
2066 - Poseidon Energy closes its' Eagle Rock mine due its inneficiency
2067 - Enclave is created as a covert branch of the U.S. Government.
2073 - The B.O.M.B. (Ballistic Orbital Missle Base) is built in space due to raising tensions between countries and the threat of nuclear war.
2076 - Hermes-13 space rocket ready to launch at Bloomfield
2077 - The year when tension began to rise in The United States, also when the bombs dropped. First cure for cancer created as well.
2252 - Bloomfield is discovered, its' sub-reactor is fired up again.
2253 - Mojave attack the NCR, killing 38 citizens. Bloomfield is almost completely operational again and it is seized by the NCR.
IC- The more detail, the better!
Name: Sid Stanely
Nickname (optional): The Ghost
Motto (optional):
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Height: 5'11"
Weight:109 pounds
Personality: Very vulgar, has a bit of a temper but can be contained most of the time. He rarely smiles or makes (good) jokes. He has terribly trust issues and can have a sort of prying way of doing things to him.
Character's SPECIAL (max total: 40):
Strength- 3
Perception- 5
Endurance- 5
Charisma- 3
Intelligence-10
Agility- 9
Luck- 5
Character's skills: Sneaking expert, picklocking, and survival
Weaknesses: Heights, Choice making
Karma: Terrible
Character's appearance: Scruffy black hair with cheeks that raise high up and give a sort of hollow look to his face. Thin lips that give him the appearance of frowning all the time. Dark green eyes and thick brown eyebrows. Pointed nose that gives him the look of a crow. A thick, brown beard that is graying at the bottom.
Worn cloths/accessories: Leather armor and a harness with a tattered cape. Dark, worn boots and steel plated leggings.
Gear/weapons: Switchblade, pistols and lockpicks
Dislikes: People, computers and sobriety.
Likes: Being drunk, stealing from people, yelling loudly at people and smashing computers.
Any condition's/ disorder's (optional): Kleptomaniac, Alcoholic
Spawn Location: An abandoned Skyscraper high above Dog City and right in the heart of the city
Bio: A child born from paupers, Sid had always had a bitter resentment towards life. As a child, he was free to do whatever he pleased, which consisted of.. relieving people of their possessions. His parents disregarded this act as just child's play and that there was no worry. As it turns out, they were correct. He gave them fortune, even if it wasn't a lot he still provided for his family. He made sure that his family was fed even if he had to sell "hot" items to do it. When Sid hit his teens he saw an entirely new side of life. From shacks to the grandeur of the New Vegas strip and all of its' glory as his parents moved to Freeside. New loot, he told himself. He spent most of his teens devising a way into its' brilliant streets, yet never getting the chance to hop the fence or persuade his way in until he hit his 20's. Luck always seemed on his side and especially then when a young man not too much older than him proposed the deal of a lifetime. Passage into the city for a simple heist. Stealing was what he grew up doing so he accepted. It involved breaking into a wealthy mans home, disabling security and taking a bag full of diamonds and caps. Sid was nearly successful but luck no longer took his side. The owner of the home caught him and nearly beat him to death. He dragged him to the outskirts of New Vegas and left him as food for the rabid dogs. Sid recovered completely and moved away, fearing new hostilities may be in the making. He settled down in a small shanty of about 13 people where he lived for a bit without encountering any trouble. However, the man who gave him the job tracked him down. Sid was forced into doing jobs due to the security increase in his house which made it nearly impossible to break into.
RP example (At least 2 paragraphs):
Sid is sweating, the connection has just clicked in his head. He knows the answer but not what it goes to. The terminal lay out infront of him, "Damn this thing!". He pounds on it twice, boiling in his skin at the green glowing monitor that reads, "TERMINAL IS LOCKED, PLEASE CONTACT AN ADMINISTRATOR IMMEDIATELY!". He sits back in his swivel chair, sighing with disbelief at his failed attempt to break into the database that holds the codes to the master vault where money is stored.
He hears movement from behind and he flicks at the monitors "On/off" button and shuts its' bright green screen off. He slides down from his swivel chair as silently as possible and puts his back to the wall, steadying his breathing.
A guard, about six foot, walks through the door with his 10mm pistol pointed outward and puffs on a cigarette that is hanging out of his thin line of a mouth.
"You can't hide from me, I will find you." He says with a smirk.
Sid swallows hard and shuts his eyes and shimmies along the wall as silently as possible.
"You do realize there is a light switch, right?"
Sid sighs and charges toward the guard, who let off a few shots in his direction but missed due to the sudden suprise of his attack. The guard yells as he falls prey to Sids' tackle.
The guard pushes Sid off of him and punches him in the face, causing him to fall back completely. The guard rises, no longer disoriented and moves over to his pistol that flung out of his hand. As he picks the gun up, Sid picks himself up and stumbles out the door to the vent he came in.
"Where the hell do you think you're going?!" The guard shouts after him, pursuing him.
Sid ignores him and keeps moving, but interrupted by a few more guards ahead of him.
"." He whispers to himself and turns to run down a hallway to his left.
"DO YOU UNDERSTAND THE WORLD OF YOU'RE IN NOW?!" The guard is yelling after him, obviously lost due to the darkness.
"No, and I quite don't give a.." He trails off and drops to his knees, crawling through the vent that is infront of him. He picks up the grate and replaces it, screwing the screws back in with his toolkit
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Dog carcass in alley this morning, tire tread on burst stomach. This city is afraid of me. I have seen its true face. The streets are extended gutters and the gutters are full of blood and when the drains finally scab over, all the vermin will drown. The accumulated filth of all their sex and murder will foam up about their waists and all the whores and politicians will look up and shout "Save us!"... and I'll look down and whisper "No." They had a choice, all of them. They could have followed in the footsteps of good men like my father or President Truman. Decent men who believed in a day's work for a day's pay. Instead they followed the droppings of lechers and communists and didn't realize that the trail led over a precipice until it was too late. Don't tell me they didn't have a choice. Now the whole world stands on the brink, staring down into bloody Hell, all those liberals and intellectuals and smooth-talkers... and all of a sudden nobody can think of anything to say.
OOC: In game name: zellcho Age: 20 Gender: Male Country or timezone: Central Have you played any Fallout games? Which one(s): Fallout 3, New Vegas Why do you want to play on this server?: I've rp'ed a lot in medieval theme servers but I really want to mix it up What lies in the shadow of the statue?: He who will save us all! Have you read the lore?: Yes.
IC Name: Rolan Newthorn Age: 25 Gender: Male Character's signifying traits and attributes: Likes to eat brahmin meat a lot, as it helps keep him fit. Brownish shaggy hair, blue eyes, a growing of a beard. Likes to wear his father's old courier outfit, with rolled up sleeves.
S.P.EC.I.A.L.: (Just like in the game, you have 40 points to add to whoever categories you choose): Strength- 6 Perception- 5 Endurance- 7 Charisma- 5 Intelligence- 4 Agility- 10 Luck- 3
Spawn Location: 1 RP example (At LEAST a paragraph):
Rolan walks into a bar "I'll have whatever's the cheapest"
A drunk bumps into Rolan saying "Give me more caps for another round" burping
Rolan: "Not on your life" Flashing a a small pistol
Drunk: Scared, he flees out the door.
Rolan: When handed a beer " Thanks, also sorry for the trouble"
Bar owner: Sigh "I don't mind, Jake does that to everyone"
Character biography (At LEAST 2 paragraphs): Rolan was 16, his father was coming home one night after a long trip to deliver a package to the NCR, when Jenson heard gunshots. He knew something was amis. Grabbing his father's old .32 revolver, he went out to investigate. What he saw shocked him to the bone. His father, on the ground, cowering in fear of a stranger's pistol. Jenson saw a shine, and knew who the attacker was. A legionnaire. The attacker looked at the boy, and shot his father point blank in front of him.
Rolan arrived at Dog city when he was on the verge of his 20th birthday. He had heard rumors about the feral dogs and legionnaires, so he had to move stealthily to find a suitable place to live in the sky. He found a place cut off from most other skyscrapers, and began setting up a home there, sneaking in and out of the city to get supplies. When he was 23, the Legion heard that Rolam was still alive, and tracked him to his home. His home was annexed by the Legion and Rolan fled, narrowly keeping his life. He's moved around from refugee camp to refugee camp ever since, not wanting to stay in one place. Eventually the Legion forgot about him, and Jenson was able to live a regular life. Now a-days, Jenson is bored with hiding in the Sky Scrapers. He wants to do something, see the wastes. So that's just what he'll do.
In game name: blfngl Age: 15 Gender: male Country or time-zone: USA Have you played any Fallout games? Which one(s): All of em brah. Including VB. Why do you want to play on this server?: Cuz I want adamun pl0x What lies in the shadow of the statue?: He who will save us all Have you read the lore?: Of course
IC- Name: Aislin Jackson Nickname (optional): Jackie Motto (optional): In Autumn We Trust. Age: 53 Gender: Female Height: 5' 7" Weight: 127 lbs Personality: Isn't a people person. Absolutely hates talking to people and will always try to avoid it. Affected by pressure, especially in combat situations. Not only in combat, but if she's confronted by humans that she wishes to stay away from.
Character's skills: She is also very innovative and artistic, able to think of a solution around most problems. Weaknesses: Crack shot, when alone and by herself. Since she isn't used to much human contact, the sight of others affects her emotions and ability to keep her cool in tough situations. Hacking and reprogramming skills are well above those of anyone with moderate computer knowledge. Her memory is almost photographic as well, allowing her to scan scenes and then recall them for analysis and study. Being slender and agile, she is able to hide from enemies above average then normal humans. Karma: Chaotic Neutral
Character's appearance & worn cloths/accessories:
Angular face with rough features. Grey eyes and long, red hair that makes her stand out from most people. Wrinkles around her face note her age and the fact that she scowls a lot. She tends to stick to lightweight sets of clothing, like leather armor and such. Currently she is wearing a set of reinforced leather armor in a battered condition. She always wears a necklace, which instead of a charm it holds the processor of her old robot companion, Hamilton. She carries her brush gun on her back, along with some spare parts for robots and tools inside a sack. She also always tries to cover her eyes in some way. By wearing aviator glasses she masks her unusual eye color and her cheek bones from people she doesn't want to know. She is very slender, having a body fat ratio of about 5% Although she is older than most people still alive, she is muscular and has great endurance.
Gear/weapons: Sniper rifle
Dislikes: People Groups
Likes: Solitude Robots
Any condition's/ disorder's (optional): None
Spawn Location: Desert
RP example (At least 2 paragraphs):
Aislin: *stumbles out of the ruins of Adams air force base with Stiggs and robots*
Stiggs: "Well. Now what?"
Aislin: "We look alive. Gotta find some supplies and get -" *interrupted by super mutants (4) running towards them*
Super Mutant 1: "Raaaawwr"
Aislin: "Stiggs! Look out!"
*Super mutant 2 runs up and swings its bumper sword, cutting Stiggs in half at the waist*
Aislin: "No!"
*Stiggs' robots make an attempt to hold off the super mutants while Aislin is sniping at them. However, she is doing a poor job because of the feeling that she lost Stiggs.*
Aislin: "Dammit! Why!"
*Two robots get taken down. Now it's just Aislin and her compainion Hamilton. Hamilton gets knocked out of the sky and Aislin is getting rushed. Hamilton manages to rise and zooms to catch up, overloads his processor and explodes, killing the remaining mutants.*
Aislin: "Hamilton!"
*Aislin runs up to the wreckage and attempts to salvage Hamilton's processor.*
Aislin: "Please, come back to me!" *crying hysterically*
*Aislin pulls out Hamiltons main chip and applies it to her necklace with some wiring. Thinking about what happened here today, she sets off in a random direction in an attempt to forget the events that happened at Adams Air Force Base.*
Character back-story (At least 3 paragraphs with no assuming faction roles): Aislin was born to two members of the Enclave on Mariposa Military Base, the year it was abandoned by the Enclave after too many mutations began to occur to the soldiers working with the Forced Evolutionary Virus. After leaving via vertibird with her parents, and being less than a year old, she was taken to a Poseidon Energy oil rig, near Navarro Air Force Base, along with the rest of the Enclave. Growing up as a young child, from one year old to around four, she was quite privileged for someone who was living in an irradiated wasteland. Hot meals, clean and warm water and friends surrounding her made it seem like nothing had ever gone wrong.
Education was a large part of her life as a child. Even at such a young age she was put into school. Her teachers were engineers, soldiers and historians of the Enclave, so she received a very biased view on the world. She learned about how the EnclaveNet has all of the documents and information about the past, so she would always ask her teachers for free time in the library. Trawling through the history, she discovered the true history, or so she believed, of the Enclave. Founded in 2055 as an extension of the government, it's main purpose is to keep people and our country safe from anything and everything. She also learned that the Enclave and it's leadership, after the apocalypse, knew America was unable to be rebuilt, so they decided to relocate their main force from Washington DC to a military base called Navarro in 2105.
Her engineering teacher taught her much about how the Enclave's power armor and vertibirds worked. Excelling quickly even at a young age she was given special treatment by her engineering teacher. She was allowed to watch the soldiers and top engineers maintain and repair the equipment that the main force used. When the Chosen One came to Navarro disguised as a recruit and eventually set the rig on a self destruct path, she was forced to evacuate once again, this time at the age of four.
When Col. Autumn Senior led the Enclave out of the rig and east into California, she was still young enough not to remember it all. The Enclave then settled down inside Navarro, where most of their members had been small groups had traversed and settled in other places. She continued with her schooling here, and grew even more knowledgeable At eight years old, and by "borrowing" parts of equipment from soldiers weapons and technology, she managed to create her own computer system with the ability to host an AI. She kept this a big secret from her parents and her teacher. Unfortunately, one day her mother found her tinkering with her device and she was sent to her engineering teacher for punishment. Luckily for her, her penalty wasn't so great. Although scrubbing floors for three months was tireless, painful and tedious, she was sent to be the apprentice of their new technician Stiggs.
Learing a lot about robotics from him, she also adapted his personality of being quite cold and calculating towards anything that she didn't either create or trust quite a bit. When she turned nine, another major event rocked the course of her life. In 2246 the New California Republic was sure that if one man, the Chosen One, could walk into an Enclave base and destroy it, then they could too. The NCR - Enclave war broke out. With the aid of the Brotherhood Of Steel, the NCR dived into Navarro and nearly wiped out the Enclave. Aislin barely managed to escape with Stiggs and Enclave Squad Sigma to the mobile base crawler inside Adams Air Force Base, but the whereabouts of her parents are unknown. The next thirty one years of her life were peaceful. Her only major accomplishments were assisting Stiggs with the creation of his two favorite robots, his sentry bot Sparky and his Mister Gutsy, Hoover. She also created her own robot with a personality to match hers, an Eyebot known as Hamilton. During that time she also enrolled in an extremely difficult training course for Enclave snipers, lead by the commander of the Sigma unit. Completing the course with a near solid A in long range weapon capabilities, she now has great intelligence and a shot to match. In 2277, the Lone Wanderer enters Adams and attempts and succeeds to destroy the base with an orbital nuclear strike. As the missiles are being called down, Stiggs and his robots drag Hamilton and her into Adams Storage Facility, where they ride out the brunt of the nuclear assault.
In 2278, Aislin and Stiggs reemerge from the facility to find that radiation has died away to a safe level. Scavenging for supplies, they find some basic armaments, food and water and medical supplies. However, attracted by the radiation, super mutants attack the storage facility. Stiggs, with no combat experience what so ever, relied heavily on his robots to protect and guard him. The mutants countered with their Centaur pets, and unfortunately the two were overpowered easily. Aislin tried and somewhat succeeded in keeping her emotions down and unlimbers her pistol that she had found. With three Centaurs and four super mutants on the field, it was quite difficult to pick targets. She deemed the Centaurs the most important to get rid of, so she focused on them while Hamilton, equipped with an Arc Welder, makes an attempt to paralyze the super mutants. He managed to take down one with an electric shock to the heart, but the other two knock him out of the air and went back to rushing Aislin and Stiggs. Meanwhile, Stiggs was shaking and in so much shock he couldn't react to the bumper sword that entered and then exited his body, neatly bisecting him at the waist. When she saw him die, Aislin faltered. He was the only human who she got to know very well in her life, and he meant a lot to her. The tears started to flow and the pistol fell out of her hands. Seeing this, the two remaining mutants grinned and sprinted towards her. While this was happening, Hamilton had managed to regain air and flew as fast as he could to the two green skinned giants. Knowing that Aislin created him and that he was her servant, he did the only thing he could to save her. After flying at the same pace as the mutants, and being directly behind them, he overloaded his main processor by performing a memory dump at the same time as routing all the power in his MicroFusion pack to the central processor, creating a reasonably sizable explosion, killing both mutants.
Even though she was in great shock, the intellectual part of her brain kicked into gear. She scavenged the rest of the supplies, including items from the super mutants and Stiggs. She took his aviator glasses from him, and is now wearing them in honor of him. When she got to the remains of Hamilton, she extracted the memory chip and then went back to Stigg's robots. Both of them, although downed, weren't badly damaged. She removed the Mister Gutsy's core processor and inserted Hamilton's memory banks into it. She also removed a speaker unit from the Gutsy along with an energy cell and some wiring. With the wire, she made a loop that was large enough to fit over her head and strong enough to support weight on the end of it. With the speaker, she jury-rigged it to the core, and then slotted in the energy cell to give it power. Hamilton's reassuring voice played through the speaker, and the calm and collective features that usually attributes Aislin came back to her. Knowing that nothing would be gained from staying at the facility and with the fire of the Enclave blazing in her conscience, she headed off into a random direction, looking for places to stay.
The direction she headed was almost directly towards the ruins of the state Michigan. Walking this far in a dangerous environment isn't easy. Many a times was she ambushed by raiders and mutants but was able to push through. The first major location she arrived at was unintentional. As she was nearing the borders of Pittsburgh, raiders appeared more and more frequently. The smell of toxin, rust and body odor slammed into her like a fist. The sky grew to have a tint of orange, and she couldn't take off her glasses without the fear of getting rust particles in her eyes. A new form of creature, one that raiders around her call "Trogs" have also been appearing and causing her a great amount of trouble. After wandering through the outskirts of the city and eventually reaching the main city of Pittsburgh, she found her way into the steel mill in the hopes of looking for robots to reprogram and aid her during her struggles. However, a group of Trogs rushed at her and took her by surprise. Knowing she couldn't take them on, as she had barely managed to kill one, she ran into the mill. Upon entering, she was immediately knocked out by raiders that were hiding inside. Waking up inside a neat room, she was quite shocked at how this looked compared to the degradation of the main city. Along with how clean the room was, a child, maybe five years old, was sitting on a chair, staring at her.
A woman then walked in to the room and introduced herself as Sandra Kudanika, leader of "The Pitt," as she called it. Aislin wondered what she was doing here and why she was taken captive. Sandra replied with the fact that she, as an outsider, had no protection or protection on the Trogs and the inhabitants of the Pitt. After a lengthy and intelligent conversation, about the history of the Pitt, including the part about Ishmael and the Scourge, the creation of Trogs, men and the Enclave (Aislin tried to convince Sandra how important and influential they are). Sandra had also managed to convice Aislin that she should stay, despite Aislin's distrust for people. However, she grew to enjoy Sandra's company and assisted her in raising Sandra's child along with a cure for the Trog disease, although Aislin is more geared to robotics and computers. Over the years that Aislin stayed in Pittsburgh her hate and distrust of humanity has started to deteriorate.
Twelve years after entering the Pitt, Aislin finally sits down with Sandra and says she must be moving on. A heated debate arose and Sandra, along with the help of her now sixteen year old child, made an attempt to keep Aislin here. Aislin's stubbornness proved to be the victor in this situation. Eventually and sadly, Sandra let Aislin head back out into the wastes, but with new and repaired gear. Before Aislin left, she had poked around the mill and found two Mister Handy's inside the main steel forging chamber. She reactivated and reprogrammed them to suit her needs. With the added support of two robots, Aislin was able to walk through the streets of the Pitt with a slower pace and a relaxed heart. Instead of continuing to Michigan, Sandra had pointed Aislin to an civilization in the middle of the desert and mountains. This is where she will continue her journey. It is now 2290, fifty three years after the events at Mariposa. Aislin quickens her pace in the anticipation of what will be at this "Denver," what new technology and robotics she will encounter. With thoughts of the Enclave burning through her mind, she eagerly moves forward to her next destination, Denver, Colorado.
Hey! Sorry about the lack of correspondence. Had some personal business I had to attend to for the last week. Anyway, please change the following:
1. Please edit your bio to our app format. The bio is too short, please expand it.
2. Maybe touch up on the rp example, its alright, but maybe a little more detail.
Please change the following and I hope you reapply!
Until then:
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“I've always loathed the necessity of sleep. Like death, it puts even the most powerful men on their backs.”
1. Reread the rules, you missed something.
2. Re-do your application to fit required format.
3. Rp example needs to be longer and more detailed.
4 Char. Bio needs to be longer.
5. Include a more detailed char. description.
Please change the following and I hope you re-apply!
Until then:
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“I've always loathed the necessity of sleep. Like death, it puts even the most powerful men on their backs.”
Glad to see a returning member! Unfortunately, I have to deny you. Please edit the following:
1. Re-read the rules, you missed some things.
2. You have exceeded the number of SPECIAL points that were available to use. Please edit that to fit the 40 limit.
3. Please extend your rp example, needs more detail.
4. Same goes for your char. bio,, that also needs a little more background and detail.
We are glad to see returning members, so hopefully re-apply and we will try to accept you next time!
Until then:
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“I've always loathed the necessity of sleep. Like death, it puts even the most powerful men on their backs.”
OOC- Remember the rules!
In game name: DragonOptic
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Country or time-zone: USA, Central Standard Time
Have you played any Fallout games? Which one(s):Fallout 2, Fallout 3, and New Vegas
Why do you want to play on this server?: I love Fallout and have not played on a RP server for months! I’d love to start again
What lies in the shadow of the statue?: He who will save us all
Have you read the lore?: Yessir/Yes’m
IC- The more detail, the better!
Name: Eye-bot AE947
Nickname (optional): Rusty
Motto (optional): Only when you lose everything can you do anything
Age: 13
Gender: Male/robot
Height: 6ft 3
Weight: 180ish? This is a new question...
Personality: Varies constantly depending on surroundings, but typically a cynical guy. Would defend a friend to the end, and call them a dickweed along the way!
Character's SPECIAL (max total: 40):
Strength- 6
Perception- 6
Endurance- 6
Charisma- 1
Intelligence- 7
Agility- 6
Luck- 8
Character's skills: Excellent sniper, adaptive personality, very smart
Weaknesses: Can be controlled, has no real body, a jackass at times
Karma: Bad
Character's appearance: A 1 ft. 6 in. diameter titanium alloy sphere, top grade AI system, multiple antennas, single optics lens, small laser on underside. Also uses an exoskeleton suit to preform human field tactics.
Worn cloths/accessories: Exoskeleton
Gear/weapons: Energy cells (food ig) and a plasma rifle
Dislikes: Enclave, manual labor, and cats
Likes: Having independence/freedom
Any condition's/ disorder's (optional): Spawn with iron chest plate as the exosuit? Not needed
Spawn Location: Enclave base
RP example (At least 2 paragraphs):
*Nicholli listens in on conversation behind a door*
Andrew: -eah, we shall be making our move tonight; 8 pm sharp. Louis has the guns, Arnold’s got the codes, we are all set here. The 38 will be ours!
Lance: Alright, boss! Whatever you s-say sir.
*Nicholli kicks down the door and draws rifle*
Nicholli: I suggest you bozos come with me now, before this gets messy.
Andrew: Over my dea-
*Nicholli fires a round into Andrew’s head, then loads another round into chamber*
Nicholli: Am I going to waste another bullet on you, shrimp?
Lance: Oh dear, I will do whatever you want. Don’t kill me, please!
*Nicholli handcuffs the goon*
Nicholli: Time for a looooong trip home, bubba.
Character back-story (At least 3 paragraphs with no assuming faction roles):
My name is Eye-bot AE947, but I do prefer Rusty more so. I am a high military grade Enclave robotic device, constructed by some of the most intellectual scientists the Mojave had to offer at the time. My home was a dreadful ruin of a headquarters, located in the far reaches of the waste. My first years where just the techs running ludicrous tests and uploading data. Don't get me wrong, I am very appreciative of their work, especially upon my artificial intelligence drive. I am the only one the corporation has manufactured if my signals are up to date, as they should.
After 8 years of running they had decided to trust me with an... upgrade of sorts. Without me speculating a thing: they had been designing a me a body. Well, not like a fully living body, but a robotic one. It was built to not only act as a human body would, but perfect it! Compared to the average male specimen I passed with flying colours on most physicals, but my motor skills seemed average once the soldiers applied their power armor. But of course I couldn't just enjoy myself with it, no no. Once the commanders saw it was fully functional, I was sent to do the hard work they didn't want to waste the inferior recruits on.
A whole year passed by of just patrolling the nearby terrain for possible Brotherhood strikes and ridding the grounds of radscorpians. When I wasn't melting my cortex in the sun, I was doing the heavy lifting for the scrapyard. We didn't have many resources, so we salvaged as much as we could in the scraps. One hour I had a sudden epiphany, why waste my potential in some God forsaken bunker when I could just as easily find sanctuary elsewhere in the Wasteland? I began calculating appropriate maneuvers of which I could execute the idea with, and narrowed down my course of action.
As crude as it may, all I needed to do was write an override to my travel inhibitor and corrupt their tracking codes and I was golden. By supper the following night the process was complete, and the mission was able to commence onward. During my next patrol it seemed I was "taken surprise by the Brotherhood, with major fight sequences failing" and I was never seen near that hole again.
Surviving was now my main goal, which proved easy being how durable my "body" was. And any form of shelter suited do to lack of feeling... anything. The mapping program I received showed of a small town 323 clicks south of my current position so I headed there. Upon arrival I found that the people of the wastes can be quite hospitable and must be used to the unusual. A robot shows up to your place asking for a place to take refuge in exchange for labor isn't something you see everyday. After a short time spent in the village I learned it was just outside of a larger town named "New Chicago". My role there was to make to just do mediocre tasks around the place. Wash the dishes, exterminate pests, protect from the occasional raider. That's what I did too, for a while.
3 years flew by and I eventually grew tired of the life I had there. So I set off again to find a new place, a new beginning. With my exo-suit on and rifle in hand, I disappeared into the horizon.
Happy story, wouldn’t you say? There is no such thing I’m afraid... Simply unfinished tales. Within a few weeks my luck seemed to take a turn for the worst: so I thought at the time. While advancing through the pitch Mojave night I had mistakingly found my way into a Brotherhood of Steel operations camp. Admittedly I had no such idea at first, but then laser fire tore out of the darkly veiled night towards my lonesome self. The blundering savages fried my combat chip, rendering me helpless.
My energy cells began to deplete, and within minutes I was in a complete sleep state from lack of power. I woke up, seemingly repaired, in a whole new surroundings. There were mutated canines specimens everywhere, and the scavengers I saw seemed... different. They didn’t look the same.
Now here I am, the most complex robot to have been build in the Mojave, lost in the unknown. I suppose it could be worse. There could be Enclave about...
Layolan: Denied
There are a few things wrong with your application. Please edit the following:
1. Re-read the rules. You missed something.
2. Please redo your character bio and rp example in accordance with our format. (Extend rp example and char. bio.)
3. Change your spawn location to one of our actual spawn locations.
4. Overall, more detail throughout the app.
Thank you for taking the time to apply. Please edit the following and hopefully re-apply!
Until then:
Mason578: Denied
Thank you for taking the time to apply. however you are going to need to change a few things:
1. Re-read the rules. You missed something.
2. Not sure if you know or not, Dog City=Denver. Your app makes them sound like two different places.
3. On the note of character bio, you need to expand this section. It is too short, too general, and has no special details.
4. Rp example wasn't great. Please edit it.
5. Overall more detail is need in the app. Your character is really vague.
6. Some edits to grammar wouldn't hurt.
7. It might be easier at this point to create an entirely new character.
Please edit the following and hopefully re-apply!
Until then:
“I've always loathed the necessity of sleep. Like death, it puts even the most powerful men on their backs.”
OOC- Remember the rules!
In game name:Thetroopmaster
Age:11 but im not the halfwit you would think i am
Gender:male
Country or time-zone:West virginia (usa)
Have you played any Fallout games? Which one(s):fallout 3
Why do you want to play on this server?:minecraft + fallout 3 = epicness
What lies in the shadow of the statue?:what is this supposed to mean?
Have you read the lore?: most of it yes
IC- The more detail, the better!
Name:John Mason
Nickname (optional):Crazy John
Motto (optional):N/A
Age:25
Gender:male
Height:6 foot
Weight:150
Personality:Not friendly to strangers well really most people
Character's SPECIAL (max total: 40):
Strength- 10
Perception- 9
Endurance-9
Charisma-8
Intelligence-7
Agility-7
Luck-3
Character's skills:Melee weapons
Weaknesses:Explosives
Karma:Neutral
Character's appearance:Has brown eyes black hair has a scar on his forehead wihte skin his hair is short cut he is 150 lbs and is 6.5 feet tall.
Worn cloths/accessories:gray shirt blue jeans
Gear/weapons:Sledge hammer
Dislikes:other people
Likes:being alone
Any condition's/ disorder's (optional):N/A
Spawn Location:The U.L.L.Y.S.S.E.S Quarantine Prison.
RP example (At least 2 paragraphs): John searches the old destroyed house in a suburban area of a old town. he is shocked at the state of the place completely destroyed nothing left but burned remnants of what once was someones home. he thinks to himself "this is what happens when the world decides to fight over nothing..it burns everything in its path."
Character back-story (At least 3 paragraphs with no assuming faction roles):Former Solider in the enclave till he finds out what the enclave do... They destroy everything in their path. That's when he decided to leave and he did leaving everything behind from the enclave starting anew. he traveled to the The U.L.L.Y.S.S.E.S Quarantine Prison attempting to find something to help him survive.
Hi there! First of all, if your going to say your 11 and then say your not a half wit, implying you are old and mature enough to play on the server, please actually back that up in your application.
So first off: Im just gonna say go read the ENTIRE forum post. ESPECIALLY the rules. Also, read the ENTIRE lore.
Secondly: Your IC section needs ALOT of work. You need to add alot more detail to things like your personality, weaknesses, and liked and dislikes. Also your skills section but I'll touch on that in a second.
Third: Take your SPECIAL chart thing, and burn it. It clearly says 40 points max, have you ever even played Fallout? You have 53 points. It's ridiculous. You also maxed out strength, and put 3 other traits really high (9/8) and one as a 7, which is still over 5. Yet you never even mention your character having those kinds of abilities in your app, especially not in your skills section. Correct the points to the right amount and address it in the other sections of your app like your skills.
Fourth: Your RP example and your bio. Your RP example needs to be ALOT longer. Your bio does to, (and I mean alot) but it also has other problems. Detail. It has absolutely none. You don't really even talk about your life. Please look at some accepted apps as an example. You also need to go read the Enclaves lore and the timeline (like I said already). How you depicted them is not how they are on this server at all.
I'm sorry, but you have alot of work to do. Until then, denied.
Oh gosh..... Colbinile......
Anyways I know Chris already pretty much answered this, , but eta is mid-June to late-July
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Country or time-zone: EST - United States
Have you played any Fallout games? Which one(s): Every single one, from Fallout 1 to New Vegas.
Why do you want to play on this server?: It looks and sounds fantastic, I read through the lore and I was thoroughly impressed. It seems like a great time and I love roleplaying.
What lies in the shadow of the statue?: He who will save us all.
Have you read the lore?: Si, it was mighty interesting.
__________________The Lore___________________
2052 - The "New Plague" surfaces after Chinese Hei Gui agents steal it. It kills aprox. Two-hundred thousand citizens.
2055 - West Tek begins working on a new virus to kill the "new virus".
2066 - Poseidon Energy closes its' Eagle Rock mine due its inneficiency
2067 - Enclave is created as a covert branch of the U.S. Government.
2073 - The B.O.M.B. (Ballistic Orbital Missle Base) is built in space due to raising tensions between countries and the threat of nuclear war.
2076 - Hermes-13 space rocket ready to launch at Bloomfield
2077 - The year when tension began to rise in The United States, also when the bombs dropped. First cure for cancer created as well.
2252 - Bloomfield is discovered, its' sub-reactor is fired up again.
2253 - Mojave attack the NCR, killing 38 citizens. Bloomfield is almost completely operational again and it is seized by the NCR.
IC- The more detail, the better!
Name: Sid Stanely
Nickname (optional): The Ghost
Motto (optional):
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Height: 5'11"
Weight:109 pounds
Personality: Very vulgar, has a bit of a temper but can be contained most of the time. He rarely smiles or makes (good) jokes. He has terribly trust issues and can have a sort of prying way of doing things to him.
Character's SPECIAL (max total: 40):
Strength- 3
Perception- 5
Endurance- 5
Charisma- 3
Intelligence-10
Agility- 9
Luck- 5
Character's skills: Sneaking expert, picklocking, and survival
Weaknesses: Heights, Choice making
Karma: Terrible
Character's appearance: Scruffy black hair with cheeks that raise high up and give a sort of hollow look to his face. Thin lips that give him the appearance of frowning all the time. Dark green eyes and thick brown eyebrows. Pointed nose that gives him the look of a crow. A thick, brown beard that is graying at the bottom.
Worn cloths/accessories: Leather armor and a harness with a tattered cape. Dark, worn boots and steel plated leggings.
Gear/weapons: Switchblade, pistols and lockpicks
Dislikes: People, computers and sobriety.
Likes: Being drunk, stealing from people, yelling loudly at people and smashing computers.
Any condition's/ disorder's (optional): Kleptomaniac, Alcoholic
Spawn Location: An abandoned Skyscraper high above Dog City and right in the heart of the city
Bio: A child born from paupers, Sid had always had a bitter resentment towards life. As a child, he was free to do whatever he pleased, which consisted of.. relieving people of their possessions. His parents disregarded this act as just child's play and that there was no worry. As it turns out, they were correct. He gave them fortune, even if it wasn't a lot he still provided for his family. He made sure that his family was fed even if he had to sell "hot" items to do it. When Sid hit his teens he saw an entirely new side of life. From shacks to the grandeur of the New Vegas strip and all of its' glory as his parents moved to Freeside. New loot, he told himself. He spent most of his teens devising a way into its' brilliant streets, yet never getting the chance to hop the fence or persuade his way in until he hit his 20's. Luck always seemed on his side and especially then when a young man not too much older than him proposed the deal of a lifetime. Passage into the city for a simple heist. Stealing was what he grew up doing so he accepted. It involved breaking into a wealthy mans home, disabling security and taking a bag full of diamonds and caps. Sid was nearly successful but luck no longer took his side. The owner of the home caught him and nearly beat him to death. He dragged him to the outskirts of New Vegas and left him as food for the rabid dogs. Sid recovered completely and moved away, fearing new hostilities may be in the making. He settled down in a small shanty of about 13 people where he lived for a bit without encountering any trouble. However, the man who gave him the job tracked him down. Sid was forced into doing jobs due to the security increase in his house which made it nearly impossible to break into.
RP example (At least 2 paragraphs):
Sid is sweating, the connection has just clicked in his head. He knows the answer but not what it goes to. The terminal lay out infront of him, "Damn this thing!". He pounds on it twice, boiling in his skin at the green glowing monitor that reads, "TERMINAL IS LOCKED, PLEASE CONTACT AN ADMINISTRATOR IMMEDIATELY!". He sits back in his swivel chair, sighing with disbelief at his failed attempt to break into the database that holds the codes to the master vault where money is stored.
He hears movement from behind and he flicks at the monitors "On/off" button and shuts its' bright green screen off. He slides down from his swivel chair as silently as possible and puts his back to the wall, steadying his breathing.
A guard, about six foot, walks through the door with his 10mm pistol pointed outward and puffs on a cigarette that is hanging out of his thin line of a mouth.
"You can't hide from me, I will find you." He says with a smirk.
Sid swallows hard and shuts his eyes and shimmies along the wall as silently as possible.
"You do realize there is a light switch, right?"
Sid sighs and charges toward the guard, who let off a few shots in his direction but missed due to the sudden suprise of his attack. The guard yells as he falls prey to Sids' tackle.
The guard pushes Sid off of him and punches him in the face, causing him to fall back completely. The guard rises, no longer disoriented and moves over to his pistol that flung out of his hand. As he picks the gun up, Sid picks himself up and stumbles out the door to the vent he came in.
"Where the hell do you think you're going?!" The guard shouts after him, pursuing him.
Sid ignores him and keeps moving, but interrupted by a few more guards ahead of him.
"." He whispers to himself and turns to run down a hallway to his left.
"DO YOU UNDERSTAND THE WORLD OF YOU'RE IN NOW?!" The guard is yelling after him, obviously lost due to the darkness.
"No, and I quite don't give a.." He trails off and drops to his knees, crawling through the vent that is infront of him. He picks up the grate and replaces it, screwing the screws back in with his toolkit
I made an app :3
In game name: zellcho
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Country or timezone: Central
Have you played any Fallout games? Which one(s): Fallout 3, New Vegas
Why do you want to play on this server?: I've rp'ed a lot in medieval theme servers but I really want to mix it up
What lies in the shadow of the statue?: He who will save us all!
Have you read the lore?: Yes.
IC
Name: Rolan Newthorn
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Character's signifying traits and attributes: Likes to eat brahmin meat a lot, as it helps keep him fit. Brownish shaggy hair, blue eyes, a growing of a beard. Likes to wear his father's old courier outfit, with rolled up sleeves.
S.P.EC.I.A.L.:
(Just like in the game, you have 40 points to add to whoever categories you choose):
Strength- 6
Perception- 5
Endurance- 7
Charisma- 5
Intelligence- 4
Agility- 10
Luck- 3
Spawn Location: 1
RP example (At LEAST a paragraph):
Rolan walks into a bar "I'll have whatever's the cheapest"
A drunk bumps into Rolan saying "Give me more caps for another round" burping
Rolan: "Not on your life" Flashing a a small pistol
Drunk: Scared, he flees out the door.
Rolan: When handed a beer " Thanks, also sorry for the trouble"
Bar owner: Sigh "I don't mind, Jake does that to everyone"
Character biography (At LEAST 2 paragraphs): Rolan was 16, his father was coming home one night after a long trip to deliver a package to the NCR, when Jenson heard gunshots. He knew something was amis. Grabbing his father's old .32 revolver, he went out to investigate. What he saw shocked him to the bone. His father, on the ground, cowering in fear of a stranger's pistol. Jenson saw a shine, and knew who the attacker was. A legionnaire. The attacker looked at the boy, and shot his father point blank in front of him.
Rolan arrived at Dog city when he was on the verge of his 20th birthday. He had heard rumors about the feral dogs and legionnaires, so he had to move stealthily to find a suitable place to live in the sky. He found a place cut off from most other skyscrapers, and began setting up a home there, sneaking in and out of the city to get supplies. When he was 23, the Legion heard that Rolam was still alive, and tracked him to his home. His home was annexed by the Legion and Rolan fled, narrowly keeping his life. He's moved around from refugee camp to refugee camp ever since, not wanting to stay in one place. Eventually the Legion forgot about him, and Jenson was able to live a regular life. Now a-days, Jenson is bored with hiding in the Sky Scrapers. He wants to do something, see the wastes. So that's just what he'll do.
In game name: blfngl
Age: 15
Gender: male
Country or time-zone: USA
Have you played any Fallout games? Which one(s): All of em brah. Including VB.
Why do you want to play on this server?: Cuz I want adamun pl0x
What lies in the shadow of the statue?:
He who will save us all
Have you read the lore?: Of course
IC-
Name: Aislin Jackson
Nickname (optional): Jackie
Motto (optional): In Autumn We Trust.
Age: 53
Gender: Female
Height: 5' 7"
Weight: 127 lbs
Personality:
Isn't a people person. Absolutely hates talking to people and will always try to avoid it. Affected by pressure, especially in combat situations. Not only in combat, but if she's confronted by humans that she wishes to stay away from.
Character's SPECIAL (max total: 40):
Strength - 4
Perception - 7
Endurance - 6
Charisma - 5
Intelligence - 9
Agility - 6
Luck - 3
Character's skills:
She is also very innovative and artistic, able to think of a solution around most problems.
Weaknesses:
Crack shot, when alone and by herself. Since she isn't used to much human contact, the sight of others affects her emotions and ability to keep her cool in tough situations. Hacking and reprogramming skills are well above those of anyone with moderate computer knowledge. Her memory is almost photographic as well, allowing her to scan scenes and then recall them for analysis and study. Being slender and agile, she is able to hide from enemies above average then normal humans.
Karma:
Chaotic Neutral
Character's appearance & worn cloths/accessories:
Angular face with rough features. Grey eyes and long, red hair that makes her stand out from most people. Wrinkles around her face note her age and the fact that she scowls a lot. She tends to stick to lightweight sets of clothing, like leather armor and such. Currently she is wearing a set of reinforced leather armor in a battered condition. She always wears a necklace, which instead of a charm it holds the processor of her old robot companion, Hamilton. She carries her brush gun on her back, along with some spare parts for robots and tools inside a sack. She also always tries to cover her eyes in some way. By wearing aviator glasses she masks her unusual eye color and her cheek bones from people she doesn't want to know. She is very slender, having a body fat ratio of about 5% Although she is older than most people still alive, she is muscular and has great endurance.
Gear/weapons:
Sniper rifle
Dislikes:
People
Groups
Likes:
Solitude
Robots
Any condition's/ disorder's (optional):
None
Spawn Location:
Desert
RP example (At least 2 paragraphs):
Aislin: *stumbles out of the ruins of Adams air force base with Stiggs and robots*
Stiggs: "Well. Now what?"
Aislin: "We look alive. Gotta find some supplies and get -" *interrupted by super mutants (4) running towards them*
Super Mutant 1: "Raaaawwr"
Aislin: "Stiggs! Look out!"
*Super mutant 2 runs up and swings its bumper sword, cutting Stiggs in half at the waist*
Aislin: "No!"
*Stiggs' robots make an attempt to hold off the super mutants while Aislin is sniping at them. However, she is doing a poor job because of the feeling that she lost Stiggs.*
Aislin: "Dammit! Why!"
*Two robots get taken down. Now it's just Aislin and her compainion Hamilton. Hamilton gets knocked out of the sky and Aislin is getting rushed. Hamilton manages to rise and zooms to catch up, overloads his processor and explodes, killing the remaining mutants.*
Aislin: "Hamilton!"
*Aislin runs up to the wreckage and attempts to salvage Hamilton's processor.*
Aislin: "Please, come back to me!" *crying hysterically*
*Aislin pulls out Hamiltons main chip and applies it to her necklace with some wiring. Thinking about what happened here today, she sets off in a random direction in an attempt to forget the events that happened at Adams Air Force Base.*
Character back-story (At least 3 paragraphs with no assuming faction roles):
Aislin was born to two members of the Enclave on Mariposa Military Base, the year it was abandoned by the Enclave after too many mutations began to occur to the soldiers working with the Forced Evolutionary Virus. After leaving via vertibird with her parents, and being less than a year old, she was taken to a Poseidon Energy oil rig, near Navarro Air Force Base, along with the rest of the Enclave. Growing up as a young child, from one year old to around four, she was quite privileged for someone who was living in an irradiated wasteland. Hot meals, clean and warm water and friends surrounding her made it seem like nothing had ever gone wrong.
Education was a large part of her life as a child. Even at such a young age she was put into school. Her teachers were engineers, soldiers and historians of the Enclave, so she received a very biased view on the world. She learned about how the EnclaveNet has all of the documents and information about the past, so she would always ask her teachers for free time in the library. Trawling through the history, she discovered the true history, or so she believed, of the Enclave. Founded in 2055 as an extension of the government, it's main purpose is to keep people and our country safe from anything and everything. She also learned that the Enclave and it's leadership, after the apocalypse, knew America was unable to be rebuilt, so they decided to relocate their main force from Washington DC to a military base called Navarro in 2105.
Her engineering teacher taught her much about how the Enclave's power armor and vertibirds worked. Excelling quickly even at a young age she was given special treatment by her engineering teacher. She was allowed to watch the soldiers and top engineers maintain and repair the equipment that the main force used. When the Chosen One came to Navarro disguised as a recruit and eventually set the rig on a self destruct path, she was forced to evacuate once again, this time at the age of four.
When Col. Autumn Senior led the Enclave out of the rig and east into California, she was still young enough not to remember it all. The Enclave then settled down inside Navarro, where most of their members had been small groups had traversed and settled in other places. She continued with her schooling here, and grew even more knowledgeable At eight years old, and by "borrowing" parts of equipment from soldiers weapons and technology, she managed to create her own computer system with the ability to host an AI. She kept this a big secret from her parents and her teacher. Unfortunately, one day her mother found her tinkering with her device and she was sent to her engineering teacher for punishment. Luckily for her, her penalty wasn't so great. Although scrubbing floors for three months was tireless, painful and tedious, she was sent to be the apprentice of their new technician Stiggs.
Learing a lot about robotics from him, she also adapted his personality of being quite cold and calculating towards anything that she didn't either create or trust quite a bit. When she turned nine, another major event rocked the course of her life. In 2246 the New California Republic was sure that if one man, the Chosen One, could walk into an Enclave base and destroy it, then they could too. The NCR - Enclave war broke out. With the aid of the Brotherhood Of Steel, the NCR dived into Navarro and nearly wiped out the Enclave. Aislin barely managed to escape with Stiggs and Enclave Squad Sigma to the mobile base crawler inside Adams Air Force Base, but the whereabouts of her parents are unknown. The next thirty one years of her life were peaceful. Her only major accomplishments were assisting Stiggs with the creation of his two favorite robots, his sentry bot Sparky and his Mister Gutsy, Hoover. She also created her own robot with a personality to match hers, an Eyebot known as Hamilton. During that time she also enrolled in an extremely difficult training course for Enclave snipers, lead by the commander of the Sigma unit. Completing the course with a near solid A in long range weapon capabilities, she now has great intelligence and a shot to match. In 2277, the Lone Wanderer enters Adams and attempts and succeeds to destroy the base with an orbital nuclear strike. As the missiles are being called down, Stiggs and his robots drag Hamilton and her into Adams Storage Facility, where they ride out the brunt of the nuclear assault.
In 2278, Aislin and Stiggs reemerge from the facility to find that radiation has died away to a safe level. Scavenging for supplies, they find some basic armaments, food and water and medical supplies. However, attracted by the radiation, super mutants attack the storage facility. Stiggs, with no combat experience what so ever, relied heavily on his robots to protect and guard him. The mutants countered with their Centaur pets, and unfortunately the two were overpowered easily. Aislin tried and somewhat succeeded in keeping her emotions down and unlimbers her pistol that she had found. With three Centaurs and four super mutants on the field, it was quite difficult to pick targets. She deemed the Centaurs the most important to get rid of, so she focused on them while Hamilton, equipped with an Arc Welder, makes an attempt to paralyze the super mutants. He managed to take down one with an electric shock to the heart, but the other two knock him out of the air and went back to rushing Aislin and Stiggs. Meanwhile, Stiggs was shaking and in so much shock he couldn't react to the bumper sword that entered and then exited his body, neatly bisecting him at the waist. When she saw him die, Aislin faltered. He was the only human who she got to know very well in her life, and he meant a lot to her. The tears started to flow and the pistol fell out of her hands. Seeing this, the two remaining mutants grinned and sprinted towards her. While this was happening, Hamilton had managed to regain air and flew as fast as he could to the two green skinned giants. Knowing that Aislin created him and that he was her servant, he did the only thing he could to save her. After flying at the same pace as the mutants, and being directly behind them, he overloaded his main processor by performing a memory dump at the same time as routing all the power in his MicroFusion pack to the central processor, creating a reasonably sizable explosion, killing both mutants.
Even though she was in great shock, the intellectual part of her brain kicked into gear. She scavenged the rest of the supplies, including items from the super mutants and Stiggs. She took his aviator glasses from him, and is now wearing them in honor of him. When she got to the remains of Hamilton, she extracted the memory chip and then went back to Stigg's robots. Both of them, although downed, weren't badly damaged. She removed the Mister Gutsy's core processor and inserted Hamilton's memory banks into it. She also removed a speaker unit from the Gutsy along with an energy cell and some wiring. With the wire, she made a loop that was large enough to fit over her head and strong enough to support weight on the end of it. With the speaker, she jury-rigged it to the core, and then slotted in the energy cell to give it power. Hamilton's reassuring voice played through the speaker, and the calm and collective features that usually attributes Aislin came back to her. Knowing that nothing would be gained from staying at the facility and with the fire of the Enclave blazing in her conscience, she headed off into a random direction, looking for places to stay.
The direction she headed was almost directly towards the ruins of the state Michigan. Walking this far in a dangerous environment isn't easy. Many a times was she ambushed by raiders and mutants but was able to push through. The first major location she arrived at was unintentional. As she was nearing the borders of Pittsburgh, raiders appeared more and more frequently. The smell of toxin, rust and body odor slammed into her like a fist. The sky grew to have a tint of orange, and she couldn't take off her glasses without the fear of getting rust particles in her eyes. A new form of creature, one that raiders around her call "Trogs" have also been appearing and causing her a great amount of trouble. After wandering through the outskirts of the city and eventually reaching the main city of Pittsburgh, she found her way into the steel mill in the hopes of looking for robots to reprogram and aid her during her struggles. However, a group of Trogs rushed at her and took her by surprise. Knowing she couldn't take them on, as she had barely managed to kill one, she ran into the mill. Upon entering, she was immediately knocked out by raiders that were hiding inside. Waking up inside a neat room, she was quite shocked at how this looked compared to the degradation of the main city. Along with how clean the room was, a child, maybe five years old, was sitting on a chair, staring at her.
A woman then walked in to the room and introduced herself as Sandra Kudanika, leader of "The Pitt," as she called it. Aislin wondered what she was doing here and why she was taken captive. Sandra replied with the fact that she, as an outsider, had no protection or protection on the Trogs and the inhabitants of the Pitt. After a lengthy and intelligent conversation, about the history of the Pitt, including the part about Ishmael and the Scourge, the creation of Trogs, men and the Enclave (Aislin tried to convince Sandra how important and influential they are). Sandra had also managed to convice Aislin that she should stay, despite Aislin's distrust for people. However, she grew to enjoy Sandra's company and assisted her in raising Sandra's child along with a cure for the Trog disease, although Aislin is more geared to robotics and computers. Over the years that Aislin stayed in Pittsburgh her hate and distrust of humanity has started to deteriorate.
Twelve years after entering the Pitt, Aislin finally sits down with Sandra and says she must be moving on. A heated debate arose and Sandra, along with the help of her now sixteen year old child, made an attempt to keep Aislin here. Aislin's stubbornness proved to be the victor in this situation. Eventually and sadly, Sandra let Aislin head back out into the wastes, but with new and repaired gear. Before Aislin left, she had poked around the mill and found two Mister Handy's inside the main steel forging chamber. She reactivated and reprogrammed them to suit her needs. With the added support of two robots, Aislin was able to walk through the streets of the Pitt with a slower pace and a relaxed heart. Instead of continuing to Michigan, Sandra had pointed Aislin to an civilization in the middle of the desert and mountains. This is where she will continue her journey. It is now 2290, fifty three years after the events at Mariposa. Aislin quickens her pace in the anticipation of what will be at this "Denver," what new technology and robotics she will encounter. With thoughts of the Enclave burning through her mind, she eagerly moves forward to her next destination, Denver, Colorado.
Layolan: Denied
Hey! Sorry about the lack of correspondence. Had some personal business I had to attend to for the last week. Anyway, please change the following:
1. Please edit your bio to our app format. The bio is too short, please expand it.
2. Maybe touch up on the rp example, its alright, but maybe a little more detail.
Please change the following and I hope you reapply!
Until then:
“I've always loathed the necessity of sleep. Like death, it puts even the most powerful men on their backs.”
We already privately discussed this. We will discuss more later.
zellcho: Denied
Please change the following:
1. Reread the rules, you missed something.
2. Re-do your application to fit required format.
3. Rp example needs to be longer and more detailed.
4 Char. Bio needs to be longer.
5. Include a more detailed char. description.
Please change the following and I hope you re-apply!
Until then:
“I've always loathed the necessity of sleep. Like death, it puts even the most powerful men on their backs.”
DownieBus: Denied
Glad to see a returning member! Unfortunately, I have to deny you. Please edit the following:
1. Re-read the rules, you missed some things.
2. You have exceeded the number of SPECIAL points that were available to use. Please edit that to fit the 40 limit.
3. Please extend your rp example, needs more detail.
4. Same goes for your char. bio,, that also needs a little more background and detail.
We are glad to see returning members, so hopefully re-apply and we will try to accept you next time!
Until then:
“I've always loathed the necessity of sleep. Like death, it puts even the most powerful men on their backs.”
In game name: DragonOptic
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Country or time-zone: USA, Central Standard Time
Have you played any Fallout games? Which one(s):Fallout 2, Fallout 3, and New Vegas
Why do you want to play on this server?: I love Fallout and have not played on a RP server for months! I’d love to start again
What lies in the shadow of the statue?: He who will save us all
Have you read the lore?: Yessir/Yes’m
IC- The more detail, the better!
Name: Eye-bot AE947
Nickname (optional): Rusty
Motto (optional): Only when you lose everything can you do anything
Age: 13
Gender: Male/robot
Height: 6ft 3
Weight: 180ish? This is a new question...
Personality: Varies constantly depending on surroundings, but typically a cynical guy. Would defend a friend to the end, and call them a dickweed along the way!
Character's SPECIAL (max total: 40):
Strength- 6
Perception- 6
Endurance- 6
Charisma- 1
Intelligence- 7
Agility- 6
Luck- 8
Character's skills: Excellent sniper, adaptive personality, very smart
Weaknesses: Can be controlled, has no real body, a jackass at times
Karma: Bad
Character's appearance: A 1 ft. 6 in. diameter titanium alloy sphere, top grade AI system, multiple antennas, single optics lens, small laser on underside. Also uses an exoskeleton suit to preform human field tactics.
Worn cloths/accessories: Exoskeleton
Gear/weapons: Energy cells (food ig) and a plasma rifle
Dislikes: Enclave, manual labor, and cats
Likes: Having independence/freedom
Any condition's/ disorder's (optional): Spawn with iron chest plate as the exosuit? Not needed
Spawn Location: Enclave base
RP example (At least 2 paragraphs):
*Nicholli listens in on conversation behind a door*
Andrew: -eah, we shall be making our move tonight; 8 pm sharp. Louis has the guns, Arnold’s got the codes, we are all set here. The 38 will be ours!
Lance: Alright, boss! Whatever you s-say sir.
*Nicholli kicks down the door and draws rifle*
Nicholli: I suggest you bozos come with me now, before this gets messy.
Andrew: Over my dea-
*Nicholli fires a round into Andrew’s head, then loads another round into chamber*
Nicholli: Am I going to waste another bullet on you, shrimp?
Lance: Oh dear, I will do whatever you want. Don’t kill me, please!
*Nicholli handcuffs the goon*
Nicholli: Time for a looooong trip home, bubba.
Character back-story (At least 3 paragraphs with no assuming faction roles):
My name is Eye-bot AE947, but I do prefer Rusty more so. I am a high military grade Enclave robotic device, constructed by some of the most intellectual scientists the Mojave had to offer at the time. My home was a dreadful ruin of a headquarters, located in the far reaches of the waste. My first years where just the techs running ludicrous tests and uploading data. Don't get me wrong, I am very appreciative of their work, especially upon my artificial intelligence drive. I am the only one the corporation has manufactured if my signals are up to date, as they should.
After 8 years of running they had decided to trust me with an... upgrade of sorts. Without me speculating a thing: they had been designing a me a body. Well, not like a fully living body, but a robotic one. It was built to not only act as a human body would, but perfect it! Compared to the average male specimen I passed with flying colours on most physicals, but my motor skills seemed average once the soldiers applied their power armor. But of course I couldn't just enjoy myself with it, no no. Once the commanders saw it was fully functional, I was sent to do the hard work they didn't want to waste the inferior recruits on.
A whole year passed by of just patrolling the nearby terrain for possible Brotherhood strikes and ridding the grounds of radscorpians. When I wasn't melting my cortex in the sun, I was doing the heavy lifting for the scrapyard. We didn't have many resources, so we salvaged as much as we could in the scraps. One hour I had a sudden epiphany, why waste my potential in some God forsaken bunker when I could just as easily find sanctuary elsewhere in the Wasteland? I began calculating appropriate maneuvers of which I could execute the idea with, and narrowed down my course of action.
As crude as it may, all I needed to do was write an override to my travel inhibitor and corrupt their tracking codes and I was golden. By supper the following night the process was complete, and the mission was able to commence onward. During my next patrol it seemed I was "taken surprise by the Brotherhood, with major fight sequences failing" and I was never seen near that hole again.
Surviving was now my main goal, which proved easy being how durable my "body" was. And any form of shelter suited do to lack of feeling... anything. The mapping program I received showed of a small town 323 clicks south of my current position so I headed there. Upon arrival I found that the people of the wastes can be quite hospitable and must be used to the unusual. A robot shows up to your place asking for a place to take refuge in exchange for labor isn't something you see everyday. After a short time spent in the village I learned it was just outside of a larger town named "New Chicago". My role there was to make to just do mediocre tasks around the place. Wash the dishes, exterminate pests, protect from the occasional raider. That's what I did too, for a while.
3 years flew by and I eventually grew tired of the life I had there. So I set off again to find a new place, a new beginning. With my exo-suit on and rifle in hand, I disappeared into the horizon.
Happy story, wouldn’t you say? There is no such thing I’m afraid... Simply unfinished tales. Within a few weeks my luck seemed to take a turn for the worst: so I thought at the time. While advancing through the pitch Mojave night I had mistakingly found my way into a Brotherhood of Steel operations camp. Admittedly I had no such idea at first, but then laser fire tore out of the darkly veiled night towards my lonesome self. The blundering savages fried my combat chip, rendering me helpless.
My energy cells began to deplete, and within minutes I was in a complete sleep state from lack of power. I woke up, seemingly repaired, in a whole new surroundings. There were mutated canines specimens everywhere, and the scavengers I saw seemed... different. They didn’t look the same.
Now here I am, the most complex robot to have been build in the Mojave, lost in the unknown. I suppose it could be worse. There could be Enclave about...