I am sorry to deny you, but for now. we will not be allowing "psyker" characters. I appreciate the explanation of a "psyker" within the fallout universe, but in reality the character is too OP. I advise you to please redo the entire application with a new character. In addition, please reread the rules (you missed something), and with the new app please expand the character bio. I do hope you reapply and hopefully get accepted!
Alright guys! We just hit a bit of a major speed bump, but we are back and better than ever! We have just added a new, much more in-depth app, and finally, the Enclaves personal faction lore!!! Go read it up!!
Ok, first off, this is an amazing app. Its very well done. Just a couple minor things.
If you could give a bit more of a reason for being in Colorado, that would be great.
Secondly, while giving your age isn't required and were not going to deny you for not giving it, even though it isn't usually something acceptance is dependent upon, the age of your character is required. I know thats really small, but please include your characters age.
Just fix those minor things and you'll be accepted lickity split!
Congratulations! Thank you for reapplying to our server. Just want to add that it was Mr. House who took the dam, not the legion as it says in your app. However, that is minor so no worries. Thank you for applying and we will see you when we open!
Hey guys. Just wanted to add a quick little update on characters such as super mutants and psykers. We WILL be accepting these characters in the near future, however it will be very hard to be accepted as one. Especially the latter. We'll most likely be creating a new app specifically for different "classes," or races to join. This doesn't mean a faction specifically for a certain race. There could be a non-human in a faction, depending on the faction and their views on the race. More info on that later. Thank you for all the apps everybody!
Currently at a standstill. Progress will start back up as soon as our custom terrain map is uploaded to the server, which will hopefully be this weekend. Also, applying for builder would greatly help shortening the time until Reclamation opens for RP.
In game name: fangkitsune Age: 16 Gender: male Country or time-zone:eastern i believe Have you played any Fallout games? Which one(s): 3 and new vegas Why do you want to play on this server?: its a fallout server! What lies in the shadow of the statue?: he who will save us all. no idea. Have you read the lore?: yes
IC- The more detail, the better! Name: shaun c. wolf Nickname (optional): fang Motto (optional): lets get going then! Age: 19 Gender: male Height: 7"5 Weight:150 Personality: cautious Character's SPECIAL (max total: 40): Strength- 5 Perception-6 Endurance-6 Charisma-5 Intelligence-5 Agility- 8 Luck-5
Character's skills: staying hidden, being just the sneakiest guy you would know. Weaknesses: cute animals like cats and dogs. Karma: las vegas survivor Character's appearance: very shaggy ginger hair thats a little below the shoulders Worn cloths/accessories:a grey short sleeved jacket, a black no sleeve shirt, blue jeans with black belts on both sides, black vans, and an enderpearl earring. Gear/weapons: a sword named lucky 17 Dislikes: deathclaws and bullies Likes: cake and everything/one else that doesnt kill him Any condition's/ disorder's (optional): he has a-d-d BAD (means he doesnt stay focused unless he likes what it is.
Spawn Location:in dog city RP example (At least 2 paragraphs): fang walked down the strip of new vegas remembering how he got there. fang was then confronted by a drunk gambler who kept asking "how'd you get on the strip squater?" fang didnt know what he meant. fang went to ask one of the securitrons to help him out. when he tried to ask one all it said was "lucky 38. please come in." fang then realized he meant THE lucky 38 and decided to go in still thinking maybe the securitron was malfunctioning. then the securitron came out and told him to come in saying "mr. house to see you. be honored."
fang went in. it was huge inside. he found his things inside. he decided to grab his stuff back. "welcome back lucky 17." fang said. he went to the elevator. the securitron said "where to?" "to the top?" fang asked. the securitron said "thats where the boss is yes siree. hurry and get in. the boss wants you." that creeped fang out. he went in and right when those doors shut that elevator SHOT UP that shaft. fang almost screamed his off. once he reached the top, he was greeted with a very well dressed man. that man said "welcome. i am mr. house."
Character back-story (At least 3 paragraphs with no assuming faction roles): fang lived in a small town of primm. he lived there for his entire life. fang left because this incident with his next door neighbor and bully frank. this guy was a little troublemaker.he got fang is so much trouble. this one though was over the top.
fang was out playing by himself when frank came along. frank recently stole the town's money and put it in fangs backpack. fang doesnt know this. frank started to mock fang saying "ha ha! your gonna be in trouble soon!" and like "they're gonna run you out of town!" fang didnt know what he meant. and he really didnt care for being in trouble. then fang went home to avoid being around frank. fang got in the house and his mother was yelling at the top of her lungs "where did you get all this money sweet heart?!?!?" fang looked at his mum with a confused look. then he saw what this mum meant. in fangs backpack, what looked like thousands of dollars. fang started saying "i have no idea why those are there!" before he could say that, the door was busted open. everyone in town was there. fang then realized frank did this. fang just ran. that was when he left primm.
fang was walking for days until he got to the police station. fang somehow got in and told the chief he was lost and lied to him and said he lived in boulder city. the cop bought that and took him to boulder city. when he got there, he stayed there and worked part time to play for a room for 2 days. then fang went on to go over the 188 and on to las Vegas.
if you couldnt tell, this was before the bombs fell. fang was put in a similar pod like mr. houses. he awoke under the tops though. the stuff he was looking for was his things from boulder city. that part time job was an escort job
I REALLY HOPE this is enough of a backstory
quick little edit here to keep from writing all this again.
fang woke up in dog city.
(all my creative juices have stopped flowing. sorry.)
OOC-
In game name: Chaosmender
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Country or time-zone: USA
Have you played any Fallout games? Which one(s): Fallout 3, Fallout New Vegas, DLCs' The Great Divide, Sierra Madre, Old World Blues
Why do you want to play on this server?: I would like to play a Fallout themed Minecraft server in my small amount of freetime.
What lies in the shadow of the statue?: He who will save us all.
Have you read the lore?: Yes I read it, and the Enclave lore.
IC- The more detail, the better!
Name: Caleb Justice
Nickname (optional): Will reveal in RP.
Motto (optional): Those who learn, live. Those who live, learn.
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Height: 6"4
Weight: 230
Personality: Shifty, Quiet, Opiniative, Reliable, Observative.
Character's SPECIAL (max total: 40):
Strength- 6
Perception- 8
Endurance- 5
Charisma- 3
Intelligence- 10
Agility- 3
Luck- 5
Character's skills: Knowledgable, Photographic memory.
Weaknesses: Curiosity
Karma: Nuetral (Leaning towards good)
Character's appearance: Usually found in a Lab Coat (Grimy), Wearing a mask to cover his face, With faded pants with a gray color. Black hair, Radiation causing one eye to be a faded blue giving the appearance of Heterochromia.
Worn cloths/accessories: Face mask, Duster (Occasionally worn), Labcoat (grimy)
Gear/weapons: Books, Papers with notes,
Dislikes: Betrayel, Being wrong, Heights, Legion, Fire
Likes: Knowledge, Sweets, Enclave Power Suits.
Any condition's/ disorder's (optional): Heterochromia (Due to radiation), Photographic memory.
Spawn Location: The U.L.L.Y.S.S.E.S Quarantine Prison
RP example (At least 2 paragraphs):
Caleb trudged on the gravel road in dismay, his thoughts droned on and on wondering where his next choice of action was to lead him. "This was a big waste, all there ever is is rubble.. Nothing's left.." he said only depressing himself more. A mere two weeks ago, he had picked up some information of a place with knowledge intact, books in specfics, but that was two weeks ago. Caleb took out his makeshift map, looking around he saw a few options. "Dog City.." he said to himself in thought, he heard of it awhile back. "Preperations will need to be made.." he droned on, as he trudged along. *Snap!* What was that? He thought to himself. "Hey.. Coat boy.. Turn around..", But Caleb knew better, he burst into a full sprint shoving the map into his pocket with no care.
*POW* *POW* The sound of the gun screamed in Caleb's ears, but didn't slow his pace. "STOP!" The attacker ordered, but who was to ever listen to that? Caleb ducked to the left, into the trees, his breath started to leave him. He had been running for a solid minute.. But he heard his attacker behind him, not too far behind. Caleb ducked behind a tree, his face mask masking his gasping lungs. Suddenly, he saw the attacker run past him in a sprint. Caleb stayed silent slowly huffing.. *Pant..* *Pant..* *Pant..* *Pant...* He was gone.. Caleb looked up.
"Not this time my little friend" "NOO-" *POW*
Character back-story (At least 3 paragraphs with no assuming faction roles):
Caleb was born in a small settlement, made in the ruins of an old relic of a town. Raised by a mother who tried his hardest, and his father Robbert Justice who was the settlements doctor in practice. His home being inside of the library, a suitable place to hold patients and sustain a defensible location with plenty of materials for his father to utilize. Over his years of development, Caleb was taught to read by his Father and Mother with plenty of material to read. He was taught the value of knowledge, and the good it can do. Having to help with the chores of the settlement to contribute, he also learned of hard work and endurance in the mentality of it all. By the time Caleb was a teenager he had started an apprenticeship under his father. Learning the ropes of the medical field Caleb saw lacerations, radiational burns, rashes, the whole pack that came with the Apocalyptic society, and soon learned how to treat each one of the injuries that plauged his people. Of course, along the line, also learning that death was inevitable, this partly shapped the Man Chaos came to be.
When Caleb was 17, his father became sick. Caleb and his Mother cared for him as well as they could but Death's cold hands finally gripped Robbert Justice and took him to where he once came from. Caleb replaced his father as the settlements Doctor successfully, and reluctantly. Over the course of the years, patients came and went, adding to Caleb's knowledge of medical practice, and the fragility of human life. His mother also fell into a deep depression, though life went on, as this was just a part of the Post apocalyptic world that Caleb was subject to. The settlement had also grown significantly over the years, becoming slightly well known by the surrounding populace. Though this being great for communal growth and more knowledge of the area, this was very bad as Caleb and the rest of his community learning of horrifying tales. Tales of men in red, soldiers really, with blades and throwing weapons.. Tales of mongrel beasts, big beasts taking over communities in far off lands. Though these were just stories at the time.. No one really knew if what they heard was really as they said. If only they knew.
Caleb now 21, his mother finally out of the depression but growing older, was now an experienced medic. Usually saving his patients, and even being subject to requests of other settlements to come and aid them in saving a soul or so. Caleb usually happy to help as he knew of the hardships and pain some settlements suffered. Over the course of 2 years Caleb happily obliged most requests while his community continued to grow and attract more attention.. Though, that not necessarily being good. The stories, over these years, were being more and more heard of, not thought to be of simple tales anymore. But actual horrifying truths. Though, personally Caleb never indulged in gossip, and was a blunt man who believe mostly only in what he saw. Sticking to his home most of the time never helped his social skills, so gossip wasn't ever really his for-tay in the first place. There was a simple knock on his door, little did Caleb know, the sound was not of a person, but an omen of death. The beginning of the end for Caleb's growing community.
It was a routine request, some men had been injured while hunting. Usually a grave wound, it was a novice job for Caleb. He took care of the injuries mostly consisting of lacerations. Got payed, and then was off back home. A road nicely established years back, trading caravans of a sort usually came through here, and was almost always safe to travel. Caleb walked up the path, the path going over a hill. As the path leveled, and his settlement came into view, what saw Caleb scarred him for the rest of his life.
Fire, flames, screams.. As far as the eye could see and the ear could hear. Caleb saw destruction and death. He quickly ran toward his settlement until he saw what shocked him the most. Men.. Men on crosses of a sort.. Men in red, Soldiers. He stopped running, there were many of them.. So many of them.. all in apparel of red, and in armour of a sort. It scared him severely so. Not because of the looks alone, but because they saw him.. And they were coming for him.. But Caleb saw and knew this, he knew they would come for him.. So he ran, he ran hard, he ran the opposite way, and he didn't stop running. As he ran, he felt as if he could hear the men behind him, as if he could feel the breath of them on his back. When he finally stopped running though, he passed out.. That was the end of the community.. That was the end of all Caleb knew, and it was the end of the dawn of peace for Caleb.
When he woke up it was dark. Dark in the night. Dark in his heart. Darkness.. He took out his map, and he wondered.. then he sobbed. He sobbed long and hard, gasping for breath. That's what he did was sobbed. Then he got up. Looked at his map, and that's where the rest takes off. Caleb after made it to another settlement. Telling his tale, he was given supplies a map and was given answers he was looking for. During this period of time he bounced settlement to settlement, eventually giving himself a goal. Looking for the nature of man, not in man itself, but in books. Caleb helped those he passed, but also looked for the information, this was his only goal. Something to keep him busy to keep away the hurt that plauged him.
Though he was given leads, and followed them best he could it mostly ended in failure or trivial information that proved no use of him. Though it did give him great knowledge of the area, and plenty to speak of. Finding plenty of rubble, and sites of destruction, it fascinated him ever so. In one case, he stumbled upon a fresher area reduced to rubble. Upon the rubble finding a robot.. No.. Not a robot, a suit.. No.. A man in a suit.. Dead. A strange symbol drawn on the armour. E. Caleb was fascinated with this being, but was cautious. Caleb looked around on the body, and found a holotape. It said of a place called Dog City, being a place of interest. But it was heavily coded, and not of much use.
Caleb knew where he was going. He intended to get there. Reluctantly leaving the body he was so fascinated with, Caleb left to go find the more information of 'Dog City'. Caleb found the information he was looking for, from people in settlements. He found out the location, and he set off for it. It was a long journey tiring.. Caleb made rest stops at settlements, and small lootable places as to stay prepared and supplied. Occasionally following leads for his quest on knowledge. This leads us to where he is presently..
Following a lead.. A lead that lead him to this prison.. Which should have recordings of prisoner behaviors.. Though, this is just a stop for him. He has a goal.. But for now. He enters the prison facility...
And that's where his story continues.
Major Events of 2077: By New Years of 2077, the world was blessed and a cure for cancer was invented. Althogh the Great War begins October 23, and ends just 2 hours later, turning much of the world into a desolate wasteland. Vault 0 closed as the bombs fell, leaving many pre-war scientists unharmed. Senator Peterson is struck completely by suprise, he tries to gather his family to leave to his bunker, but he never arrives, leaving the only survivor of the family to be alone.
Thank you for applying, but unfortunately you are denied. Please change the following:
1. Completely redo this application.
2. It is evident you did not read our rules or our lore. Go back and do both.
3. While we haven't said anything about people who decide to go in pods before the bombs fell, the acceptance rate of that is low. Only we good reasons are acceptable, yours is not. Edit that out.
4. Vans? Enderpearl earring? Really? It is obvious now, that this was hastily put together with no regard for accuracy.
5. Please use our actual spawn locations.
6. I am not sure whether all of your app was 200 years before the war, or just your character bio. If lets say the rp example was after the war, it would be impossible for you to meet Mr. House. Even if it was before the war, why is he seeing you? Details would be appreciated.
7. Grammar is also very appreciated and is a reviewing factor.
8. I am going to reiterate number one, completely redo the entire application, character and all.
If you decide to change and review the following, I will happily re-review your app.
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.”
This was a spectacular application. You can never have too much detail, and this shows what detail gets. We will be very happy to see you once we open. Thank you for applying here and thank you for taking interest in our server!
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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 admit. i was lazy and redid it from my old one. lets hope this one works.
my 2nd app
In game name: fangkitsune Age: 16 Gender: male Country or time-zone:eastern i believe Have you played any Fallout games? Which one(s): 3 and new vegas Why do you want to play on this server?: its a fallout server! What lies in the shadow of the statue?: he who will save us all. no idea. Have you read the lore?: yes. again
IC- The more detail, the better! Name: Alex b Wolf Nickname (optional): fang Motto (optional): lets get going then! Age: 19 Gender: male Height: 7"5 Weight:150 Personality: cautious cant trust people much Character's SPECIAL (max total: 40): Strength- 5 Perception-6 Endurance-6 Charisma-5 Intelligence-5 Agility- 8 Luck-5
Character's skills: all well rounded with the sword and pistol. Weaknesses: cant use a bow and cant climb Karma: neutral Character's appearance: very shaggy ginger hair that's a little below the shoulders Worn cloths/accessories:a grey short sleeved jacket, a black no sleeve shirt, blue jeans with black belts on both sides, black shoes, and a gold earring. Gear/weapons: a sword named Anna Dislikes: deathclaws and bullies Likes: Cake and everything/one else that doesnt kill him Any condition's/ disorder's (optional): he has a-d-d BAD (means he doesn't stay focused unless he likes what it is.
Spawn Location: An abandoned Skyscraper high above Dog City
RP example (At least 2 paragraphs): Fang is wandering through the wasteland looking for ammo and food to feed him and protect him. Fang comes across an old looking town. Fang looks for any people then decides to scavenge for food and ammo. Fang doesn't find ammo but an old almost rusted sword. Fang wondered aloud "Who would leave something like this here of all places?" Then a vicious dog attacked him from behind. Fang didn't have time to grab his pistol from his holster. He grabbed the old sword and sure enough the sword cut the dogs head off. Fang now had blood coming down his arms. Fang decided to keep the rusted sword. Fang scavenged the old town and found some ammo and a little bit a stale food. It was enough to get him going to the next city in the distance. Dog city.
fang stayed the night in the same place. then he set out for dog city to find food, water, and ammo and maybe a way to clean up his new sword. fang did find a way to fix up his new sword now named Anna. fang then heard gunfire from the skyscraper. fang cautiously went up the flights of stair to find the gun fight. fang drew his pistol, knowing the gunfight was happening behind this door. fang flew open the door to find to men dead. fang thought they must have killed themselves. so fang started to scavenge their bodies. he heard a gun cock. somebody said, "put the gun down, and leave. i don't want trouble." fang did so and got knocked out. somehow fang was alive. he had another near death experience.
Character back-story (At least 3 paragraphs with no assuming faction roles): Fang was born in 2265. His mother died shortly after he was born. Fang was only 2 years old when he first had his near death experience. Their dog went rabid and tried to bite fang for pulling it's tail. His father took the bite and took the dog to the vet and to get treated for rabies. When fang was 4 fang jumped out the window. Broke his left leg and screaming like a banshee. When his leg fully healed, the inside of his left leg had a giant X on it.
When fang was 7, he got in a fight at school for fighting the bully trying to pick on his friend Mary. The bully then pulled out a ring that looked like it would leave a mark if punched with. He tried punching fang. Then the teachers got out and saw fang grab the bully's arm and toss him off. Fang was suspended for 2 weeks. When fang was 13 he was accused of stealing from a bank and was sent to juvenial jail for 2 years. When fang got out, he ran away from home. When fang was 16 he almost got killed from getting shot for telling a cop on a robber.
Now fang is 17 and wandering the wastes for real. On April 13th, fang found a pistol and lots of ammo and food. On April 18th, fang got attacked by a Yao gui. Fang narrowly escaped. On may 3rd, fang found a rifle that was badly damaged and tried firing it and it blew up in his face. On march 19th, fang encountered a bunch of raiders. He hid under some floorboards and survived. Barely. On june 1st, he found a town where he stayed for two months. He left because in every town there is a bully trying to get you in trouble. he accused fang of killing the town's inn manager. Everyone ran fang out of town.
Now fang is 18 wandering the wastes. He found a dog who was his buddy for a short time. Then he found a town he was part of for half a year. And on July 5th, he found a old looking town. (look up at the rp example. i hope you like the little gruesome story.
I am sorry to deny you once again, but there are still mistakes in your app. Please change the following:
1. You may have reread the lore, but you missed just one thing from the rules. Please go back and look carefully.
2. This is more of a question rather than a suggestion, but how are you 7 foot 5 inches and weigh 150 lbs? Isn't that almost like a twig?
3. Grammar is a bigger factor than you think. Please, if you reapply, carefully look over that.
4. "
Character back-story (At least 3 paragraphs with no assuming faction roles): Fang was born in 2265. His mother died shortly after he was born. Fang was only 2 years old when he first had his near death experience. Their dog went rabid and tried to bite fang for pulling it's tail. His father took the bite and took the dog to the vet and to get treated for rabies. When fang was 4 fang jumped out the window. Broke his left leg and screaming like a banshee. When his leg fully healed, the inside of his left leg had a giant X on it.
When fang was 7, he got in a fight at school for fighting the bully trying to pick on his friend Mary. The bully then pulled out a ring that looked like it would leave a mark if punched with. He tried punching fang. Then the teachers got out and saw fang grab the bully's arm and toss him off. Fang was suspended for 2 weeks. When fang was 13 he was accused of stealing from a bank and was sent to juvenial jail for 2 years. When fang got out, he ran away from home. When fang was 16 he almost got killed from getting shot for telling a cop on a robber.
Now fang is 17 and wandering the wastes for real. On April 13th, fang found a pistol and lots of ammo and food. On April 18th, fang got attacked by a Yao gui. Fang narrowly escaped. On may 3rd, fang found a rifle that was badly damaged and tried firing it and it blew up in his face. On march 19th, fang encountered a bunch of raiders. He hid under some floorboards and survived. Barely. On june 1st, he found a town where he stayed for two months. He left because in every town there is a bully trying to get you in trouble. he accused fang of killing the town's inn manager. Everyone ran fang out of town."
This part in particular is really the fine point. This part includes references to a veterinarian, a treatment for rabies, a school with a schoolyard bully and teachers, banks, police, and a juvenile prison. I have to say most of these things were wiped out in The Great War and our server takes place about 200 yrs after that. I am curious if you actually read our lore or not. Again, unfortunately, you will have to scrap this app and make a new one. I understand if after this you may not want to do another one, but this app is not accepted. I wish you good luck if you are to apply again and thank you for taking the time with our server. I am sure with your optimism you can come up with something.
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“I've always loathed the necessity of sleep. Like death, it puts even the most powerful men on their backs.”
In Game Name: CreepyCreeper148
Age: 12, I know.
Gender: Male
Country or Time Zone: Manitoba, Canada
Have you played any Fallout games? Which one (s): Fallout 3 (LOVE that game), And New Vegas
Why do you want to play on this server?: Well, it sounds amazing, its role play, and its a mixture of my 2 favorite games: Fallout and Minecraft!
What lies in the shadow of the statue?: "He who will save us all"
Have you read the lore?: 2274:
Jacque is murdered by one of the Van Graffs. Kristina takes over the business.
My Words: Damn, im gonna miss Jacque. He was the only person willing to give me a contract around here. But, I guess im gonna have to move on. Heard that someone named "Kristina" is taking over the old shop. If you ask me, she sounds like trouble.
Name: Artyom
Nickname (Optional): None, thanks.
Motto (Optional): "The reason I talk to myself is because I'm the only one whose answers I accept"
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Height: 6'1
Weight: 160 pounds
Personality: Dis-trustful, depressed, intelligent, and extremely twisted.
Characters SPECIAL:
S - 6
P - 5
E - 4
C -4
I - 9
A - 5
L - 7
Skills:
Weaknesses: Fears Fire, insects. and stuttering
Karma: Bad
Characters Appearance: Brown hair, blue eyes, and pale skin.
Worn clothes/accessories: Torn dark grey jacket, blue pendant, white hoodie (Not worn), a backpack with belt across chest, white tee-shirt, worn out black pants, and brown shoes.
Gear/Weapons: Maybe a hunting knife, or even a journal (Book and Quill). I don't want anything OP!
Dislikes: Fire, bugs, and feathers (allergic)
Likes: Cats, roses, knives, and good books.
Any conditions/disorders: Many. Stuttering, allergic to dust and feathers, pryophobic (Scared of fire). Also, limps on his left leg.
Spawn location: A small snowy town in the mountains, untouched by the bombs and people, but left to weather.
RP Example
(Artyom walks into a bar)
Stranger: Hey kid, you old enough to be in here?
Artyom: Y-Y-Yes sir.
Stranger: Well, I find that hard to believe.
Artyom: I-Im just h-here to m-meet someone, sir.
Stranger: Oh, in that case, come on in!
(Artyom walks to back table and sits down)
(Stranger comes walking over)
Stranger: You Artyom?
Artyom: Yeah.
Stranger: Well, my name is Daryl. I heard you were good with getting people "Out of the picture". Well, I got a contract here with your name on it.
Artyom: W-What do I gotta do?
Daryl: I need you to get this raider.
(Slides picture of raider across table)
Daryl: He found a cache of mine, and stole a few hundred caps. If you get this done right, ill give you %30 of the cut, and my old AK. Deal?
Artyom: Deal.
(Cut to 6 hours later)
Raider 1: So, what was in that cache?
Raider 2: Few caps, few bullets. The real prize though, was this Stealth bo- *BAM*
Raider 1: OH $HIT! WHERE THE HELL IS HE?
Artyom: Oh crap..
Raider 1: WHO SAID THAT?!?!
(Artyom stands up)
Artyom: GET DOWN!
(Raider 1 draws knife)
Artyom: Your making me do this! *BAM*
(Artyom walks over to the dead bodies)
Artyom: Well, guess he wont need that knife anymore.
Character back-story (At least 3 paragraphs with no assuming faction roles):
Artyom, born in a small broken down town, was not a lucky child. While being very smart and lively, he contracted a stutter and was often made fun of by his peers. When he was only 5, his father disappeared, and his mother often cried herself to sleep. Artyom, constantly trying to cheer her up, often annoyed her instead and just made her feel even worse. Artyom realized this, and became an outcast, hardly interacting with anyone anymore. He stayed this way until he turned 16, and a merchant came to his small town, and they became quick friends, after trading many wares with each other.
This merchant, he knew about the danger of the wasteland. He offered to teach Artyom basic survival tips, and even taught him how to shoot a gun. Artyom started to think of him as a father. Artyom managed to supply himself by going to the outskirts of town and picking off radscorpions, and selling their tails. After 4 years of this, Artyom had become 20 and was a young man.
Then pandemonium struck. Raiders, a couple dozen, assaulted the town, and Artyom became terrified. He grabbed a few supplies while he could, including a journal and a small hunting knife. He ran out the back door before the raiders got in. The last thing he heard of this small town was his mother screaming for help. Artyom still hears this twisted and terrified scream in his nightmares. The merchant, was alive, or at least Artyom thought so.
He arrived at a town, destroyed by the weather, and uninhabited. Here he found a bed, and fell into a deep slumber, waking up several days later. (Setting the theme for the spawn point)
McFuzwuffers: Denied
I am sorry to deny you, but for now. we will not be allowing "psyker" characters. I appreciate the explanation of a "psyker" within the fallout universe, but in reality the character is too OP. I advise you to please redo the entire application with a new character. In addition, please reread the rules (you missed something), and with the new app please expand the character bio. I do hope you reapply and hopefully get accepted!
Until Then:
“I've always loathed the necessity of sleep. Like death, it puts even the most powerful men on their backs.”
Ok, first off, this is an amazing app. Its very well done. Just a couple minor things.
If you could give a bit more of a reason for being in Colorado, that would be great.
Secondly, while giving your age isn't required and were not going to deny you for not giving it, even though it isn't usually something acceptance is dependent upon, the age of your character is required. I know thats really small, but please include your characters age.
Just fix those minor things and you'll be accepted lickity split!
vdeangelis22: Accepted
Congratulations! Thank you for reapplying to our server. Just want to add that it was Mr. House who took the dam, not the legion as it says in your app. However, that is minor so no worries. Thank you for applying and we will see you when we open!
Until then:
For now we will not be accepting super mutant characters, however the acceptance of such character apps might be available later on.
“I've always loathed the necessity of sleep. Like death, it puts even the most powerful men on their backs.”
Currently at a standstill. Progress will start back up as soon as our custom terrain map is uploaded to the server, which will hopefully be this weekend. Also, applying for builder would greatly help shortening the time until Reclamation opens for RP.
Age: 16
Gender: male
Country or time-zone:eastern i believe
Have you played any Fallout games? Which one(s): 3 and new vegas
Why do you want to play on this server?: its a fallout server!
What lies in the shadow of the statue?: he who will save us all. no idea.
Have you read the lore?: yes
IC- The more detail, the better!
Name: shaun c. wolf
Nickname (optional): fang
Motto (optional): lets get going then!
Age: 19
Gender: male
Height: 7"5
Weight:150
Personality: cautious
Character's SPECIAL (max total: 40):
Strength- 5
Perception-6
Endurance-6
Charisma-5
Intelligence-5
Agility- 8
Luck-5
Character's skills: staying hidden, being just the sneakiest guy you would know.
Weaknesses: cute animals like cats and dogs.
Karma: las vegas survivor
Character's appearance: very shaggy ginger hair thats a little below the shoulders
Worn cloths/accessories:a grey short sleeved jacket, a black no sleeve shirt, blue jeans with black belts on both sides, black vans, and an enderpearl earring.
Gear/weapons: a sword named lucky 17
Dislikes: deathclaws and bullies
Likes: cake and everything/one else that doesnt kill him
Any condition's/ disorder's (optional): he has a-d-d BAD (means he doesnt stay focused unless he likes what it is.
Spawn Location:in dog city
RP example (At least 2 paragraphs): fang walked down the strip of new vegas remembering how he got there. fang was then confronted by a drunk gambler who kept asking "how'd you get on the strip squater?" fang didnt know what he meant. fang went to ask one of the securitrons to help him out. when he tried to ask one all it said was "lucky 38. please come in." fang then realized he meant THE lucky 38 and decided to go in still thinking maybe the securitron was malfunctioning. then the securitron came out and told him to come in saying "mr. house to see you. be honored."
Character back-story (At least 3 paragraphs with no assuming faction roles): fang lived in a small town of primm. he lived there for his entire life. fang left because this incident with his next door neighbor and bully frank. this guy was a little troublemaker.he got fang is so much trouble. this one though was over the top.
In game name: Chaosmender
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Country or time-zone: USA
Have you played any Fallout games? Which one(s): Fallout 3, Fallout New Vegas, DLCs' The Great Divide, Sierra Madre, Old World Blues
Why do you want to play on this server?: I would like to play a Fallout themed Minecraft server in my small amount of freetime.
What lies in the shadow of the statue?: He who will save us all.
Have you read the lore?: Yes I read it, and the Enclave lore.
IC- The more detail, the better!
Name: Caleb Justice
Nickname (optional): Will reveal in RP.
Motto (optional): Those who learn, live. Those who live, learn.
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Height: 6"4
Weight: 230
Personality: Shifty, Quiet, Opiniative, Reliable, Observative.
Character's SPECIAL (max total: 40):
Strength- 6
Perception- 8
Endurance- 5
Charisma- 3
Intelligence- 10
Agility- 3
Luck- 5
Character's skills: Knowledgable, Photographic memory.
Weaknesses: Curiosity
Karma: Nuetral (Leaning towards good)
Character's appearance: Usually found in a Lab Coat (Grimy), Wearing a mask to cover his face, With faded pants with a gray color. Black hair, Radiation causing one eye to be a faded blue giving the appearance of Heterochromia.
Worn cloths/accessories: Face mask, Duster (Occasionally worn), Labcoat (grimy)
Gear/weapons: Books, Papers with notes,
Dislikes: Betrayel, Being wrong, Heights, Legion, Fire
Likes: Knowledge, Sweets, Enclave Power Suits.
Any condition's/ disorder's (optional): Heterochromia (Due to radiation), Photographic memory.
Spawn Location: The U.L.L.Y.S.S.E.S Quarantine Prison
RP example (At least 2 paragraphs):
Caleb trudged on the gravel road in dismay, his thoughts droned on and on wondering where his next choice of action was to lead him. "This was a big waste, all there ever is is rubble.. Nothing's left.." he said only depressing himself more. A mere two weeks ago, he had picked up some information of a place with knowledge intact, books in specfics, but that was two weeks ago. Caleb took out his makeshift map, looking around he saw a few options. "Dog City.." he said to himself in thought, he heard of it awhile back. "Preperations will need to be made.." he droned on, as he trudged along. *Snap!* What was that? He thought to himself. "Hey.. Coat boy.. Turn around..", But Caleb knew better, he burst into a full sprint shoving the map into his pocket with no care.
*POW* *POW* The sound of the gun screamed in Caleb's ears, but didn't slow his pace. "STOP!" The attacker ordered, but who was to ever listen to that? Caleb ducked to the left, into the trees, his breath started to leave him. He had been running for a solid minute.. But he heard his attacker behind him, not too far behind. Caleb ducked behind a tree, his face mask masking his gasping lungs. Suddenly, he saw the attacker run past him in a sprint. Caleb stayed silent slowly huffing.. *Pant..* *Pant..* *Pant..* *Pant...* He was gone.. Caleb looked up.
"Not this time my little friend" "NOO-" *POW*
Character back-story (At least 3 paragraphs with no assuming faction roles):
Caleb was born in a small settlement, made in the ruins of an old relic of a town. Raised by a mother who tried his hardest, and his father Robbert Justice who was the settlements doctor in practice. His home being inside of the library, a suitable place to hold patients and sustain a defensible location with plenty of materials for his father to utilize. Over his years of development, Caleb was taught to read by his Father and Mother with plenty of material to read. He was taught the value of knowledge, and the good it can do. Having to help with the chores of the settlement to contribute, he also learned of hard work and endurance in the mentality of it all. By the time Caleb was a teenager he had started an apprenticeship under his father. Learning the ropes of the medical field Caleb saw lacerations, radiational burns, rashes, the whole pack that came with the Apocalyptic society, and soon learned how to treat each one of the injuries that plauged his people. Of course, along the line, also learning that death was inevitable, this partly shapped the Man Chaos came to be.
When Caleb was 17, his father became sick. Caleb and his Mother cared for him as well as they could but Death's cold hands finally gripped Robbert Justice and took him to where he once came from. Caleb replaced his father as the settlements Doctor successfully, and reluctantly. Over the course of the years, patients came and went, adding to Caleb's knowledge of medical practice, and the fragility of human life. His mother also fell into a deep depression, though life went on, as this was just a part of the Post apocalyptic world that Caleb was subject to. The settlement had also grown significantly over the years, becoming slightly well known by the surrounding populace. Though this being great for communal growth and more knowledge of the area, this was very bad as Caleb and the rest of his community learning of horrifying tales. Tales of men in red, soldiers really, with blades and throwing weapons.. Tales of mongrel beasts, big beasts taking over communities in far off lands. Though these were just stories at the time.. No one really knew if what they heard was really as they said. If only they knew.
Caleb now 21, his mother finally out of the depression but growing older, was now an experienced medic. Usually saving his patients, and even being subject to requests of other settlements to come and aid them in saving a soul or so. Caleb usually happy to help as he knew of the hardships and pain some settlements suffered. Over the course of 2 years Caleb happily obliged most requests while his community continued to grow and attract more attention.. Though, that not necessarily being good. The stories, over these years, were being more and more heard of, not thought to be of simple tales anymore. But actual horrifying truths. Though, personally Caleb never indulged in gossip, and was a blunt man who believe mostly only in what he saw. Sticking to his home most of the time never helped his social skills, so gossip wasn't ever really his for-tay in the first place. There was a simple knock on his door, little did Caleb know, the sound was not of a person, but an omen of death. The beginning of the end for Caleb's growing community.
It was a routine request, some men had been injured while hunting. Usually a grave wound, it was a novice job for Caleb. He took care of the injuries mostly consisting of lacerations. Got payed, and then was off back home. A road nicely established years back, trading caravans of a sort usually came through here, and was almost always safe to travel. Caleb walked up the path, the path going over a hill. As the path leveled, and his settlement came into view, what saw Caleb scarred him for the rest of his life.
Fire, flames, screams.. As far as the eye could see and the ear could hear. Caleb saw destruction and death. He quickly ran toward his settlement until he saw what shocked him the most. Men.. Men on crosses of a sort.. Men in red, Soldiers. He stopped running, there were many of them.. So many of them.. all in apparel of red, and in armour of a sort. It scared him severely so. Not because of the looks alone, but because they saw him.. And they were coming for him.. But Caleb saw and knew this, he knew they would come for him.. So he ran, he ran hard, he ran the opposite way, and he didn't stop running. As he ran, he felt as if he could hear the men behind him, as if he could feel the breath of them on his back. When he finally stopped running though, he passed out.. That was the end of the community.. That was the end of all Caleb knew, and it was the end of the dawn of peace for Caleb.
When he woke up it was dark. Dark in the night. Dark in his heart. Darkness.. He took out his map, and he wondered.. then he sobbed. He sobbed long and hard, gasping for breath. That's what he did was sobbed. Then he got up. Looked at his map, and that's where the rest takes off. Caleb after made it to another settlement. Telling his tale, he was given supplies a map and was given answers he was looking for. During this period of time he bounced settlement to settlement, eventually giving himself a goal. Looking for the nature of man, not in man itself, but in books. Caleb helped those he passed, but also looked for the information, this was his only goal. Something to keep him busy to keep away the hurt that plauged him.
Though he was given leads, and followed them best he could it mostly ended in failure or trivial information that proved no use of him. Though it did give him great knowledge of the area, and plenty to speak of. Finding plenty of rubble, and sites of destruction, it fascinated him ever so. In one case, he stumbled upon a fresher area reduced to rubble. Upon the rubble finding a robot.. No.. Not a robot, a suit.. No.. A man in a suit.. Dead. A strange symbol drawn on the armour. E. Caleb was fascinated with this being, but was cautious. Caleb looked around on the body, and found a holotape. It said of a place called Dog City, being a place of interest. But it was heavily coded, and not of much use.
Caleb knew where he was going. He intended to get there. Reluctantly leaving the body he was so fascinated with, Caleb left to go find the more information of 'Dog City'. Caleb found the information he was looking for, from people in settlements. He found out the location, and he set off for it. It was a long journey tiring.. Caleb made rest stops at settlements, and small lootable places as to stay prepared and supplied. Occasionally following leads for his quest on knowledge. This leads us to where he is presently..
Following a lead.. A lead that lead him to this prison.. Which should have recordings of prisoner behaviors.. Though, this is just a stop for him. He has a goal.. But for now. He enters the prison facility...
And that's where his story continues.
Major Events of 2077: By New Years of 2077, the world was blessed and a cure for cancer was invented. Althogh the Great War begins October 23, and ends just 2 hours later, turning much of the world into a desolate wasteland. Vault 0 closed as the bombs fell, leaving many pre-war scientists unharmed. Senator Peterson is struck completely by suprise, he tries to gather his family to leave to his bunker, but he never arrives, leaving the only survivor of the family to be alone.
fangkitsune: Denied
Thank you for applying, but unfortunately you are denied. Please change the following:
1. Completely redo this application.
2. It is evident you did not read our rules or our lore. Go back and do both.
3. While we haven't said anything about people who decide to go in pods before the bombs fell, the acceptance rate of that is low. Only we good reasons are acceptable, yours is not. Edit that out.
4. Vans? Enderpearl earring? Really? It is obvious now, that this was hastily put together with no regard for accuracy.
5. Please use our actual spawn locations.
6. I am not sure whether all of your app was 200 years before the war, or just your character bio. If lets say the rp example was after the war, it would be impossible for you to meet Mr. House. Even if it was before the war, why is he seeing you? Details would be appreciated.
7. Grammar is also very appreciated and is a reviewing factor.
8. I am going to reiterate number one, completely redo the entire application, character and all.
If you decide to change and review the following, I will happily re-review your app.
Until then:
“I've always loathed the necessity of sleep. Like death, it puts even the most powerful men on their backs.”
Chaosmender: Accepted
This was a spectacular application. You can never have too much detail, and this shows what detail gets. We will be very happy to see you once we open. Thank you for applying here and thank you for taking interest in our server!
Until Then:
“I've always loathed the necessity of sleep. Like death, it puts even the most powerful men on their backs.”
Age: 16
Gender: male
Country or time-zone:eastern i believe
Have you played any Fallout games? Which one(s): 3 and new vegas
Why do you want to play on this server?: its a fallout server!
What lies in the shadow of the statue?: he who will save us all. no idea.
Have you read the lore?: yes. again
IC- The more detail, the better!
Name: Alex b Wolf
Nickname (optional): fang
Motto (optional): lets get going then!
Age: 19
Gender: male
Height: 7"5
Weight:150
Personality: cautious cant trust people much
Character's SPECIAL (max total: 40):
Strength- 5
Perception-6
Endurance-6
Charisma-5
Intelligence-5
Agility- 8
Luck-5
Character's skills: all well rounded with the sword and pistol.
Weaknesses: cant use a bow and cant climb
Karma: neutral
Character's appearance: very shaggy ginger hair that's a little below the shoulders
Worn cloths/accessories:a grey short sleeved jacket, a black no sleeve shirt, blue jeans with black belts on both sides, black shoes, and a gold earring.
Gear/weapons: a sword named Anna
Dislikes: deathclaws and bullies
Likes: Cake and everything/one else that doesnt kill him
Any condition's/ disorder's (optional): he has a-d-d BAD (means he doesn't stay focused unless he likes what it is.
Spawn Location: An abandoned Skyscraper high above Dog City
Character back-story (At least 3 paragraphs with no assuming faction roles): Fang was born in 2265. His mother died shortly after he was born. Fang was only 2 years old when he first had his near death experience. Their dog went rabid and tried to bite fang for pulling it's tail. His father took the bite and took the dog to the vet and to get treated for rabies. When fang was 4 fang jumped out the window. Broke his left leg and screaming like a banshee. When his leg fully healed, the inside of his left leg had a giant X on it.
I'll make sure to watch out for the server opening.
fangkitsune: Unfortunately, denied.
I am sorry to deny you once again, but there are still mistakes in your app. Please change the following:
1. You may have reread the lore, but you missed just one thing from the rules. Please go back and look carefully.
2. This is more of a question rather than a suggestion, but how are you 7 foot 5 inches and weigh 150 lbs? Isn't that almost like a twig?
3. Grammar is a bigger factor than you think. Please, if you reapply, carefully look over that.
4. "
This part in particular is really the fine point. This part includes references to a veterinarian, a treatment for rabies, a school with a schoolyard bully and teachers, banks, police, and a juvenile prison. I have to say most of these things were wiped out in The Great War and our server takes place about 200 yrs after that. I am curious if you actually read our lore or not. Again, unfortunately, you will have to scrap this app and make a new one. I understand if after this you may not want to do another one, but this app is not accepted. I wish you good luck if you are to apply again and thank you for taking the time with our server. I am sure with your optimism you can come up with something.
Until then:
“I've always loathed the necessity of sleep. Like death, it puts even the most powerful men on their backs.”
****.
Age: 12, I know.
Gender: Male
Country or Time Zone: Manitoba, Canada
Have you played any Fallout games? Which one (s): Fallout 3 (LOVE that game), And New Vegas
Why do you want to play on this server?: Well, it sounds amazing, its role play, and its a mixture of my 2 favorite games: Fallout and Minecraft!
What lies in the shadow of the statue?: "He who will save us all"
Have you read the lore?:
2274:
Jacque is murdered by one of the Van Graffs. Kristina takes over the business.
My Words: Damn, im gonna miss Jacque. He was the only person willing to give me a contract around here. But, I guess im gonna have to move on. Heard that someone named "Kristina" is taking over the old shop. If you ask me, she sounds like trouble.
Name: Artyom
Nickname (Optional): None, thanks.
Motto (Optional): "The reason I talk to myself is because I'm the only one whose answers I accept"
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Height: 6'1
Weight: 160 pounds
Personality: Dis-trustful, depressed, intelligent, and extremely twisted.
Characters SPECIAL:
S - 6
P - 5
E - 4
C -4
I - 9
A - 5
L - 7
Skills:
Weaknesses: Fears Fire, insects. and stuttering
Karma: Bad
Characters Appearance: Brown hair, blue eyes, and pale skin.
Worn clothes/accessories: Torn dark grey jacket, blue pendant, white hoodie (Not worn), a backpack with belt across chest, white tee-shirt, worn out black pants, and brown shoes.
Gear/Weapons: Maybe a hunting knife, or even a journal (Book and Quill). I don't want anything OP!
Dislikes: Fire, bugs, and feathers (allergic)
Likes: Cats, roses, knives, and good books.
Any conditions/disorders: Many. Stuttering, allergic to dust and feathers, pryophobic (Scared of fire). Also, limps on his left leg.
Spawn location: A small snowy town in the mountains, untouched by the bombs and people, but left to weather.
RP Example
(Artyom walks into a bar)
Stranger: Hey kid, you old enough to be in here?
Artyom: Y-Y-Yes sir.
Stranger: Well, I find that hard to believe.
Artyom: I-Im just h-here to m-meet someone, sir.
Stranger: Oh, in that case, come on in!
(Artyom walks to back table and sits down)
(Stranger comes walking over)
Stranger: You Artyom?
Artyom: Yeah.
Stranger: Well, my name is Daryl. I heard you were good with getting people "Out of the picture". Well, I got a contract here with your name on it.
Artyom: W-What do I gotta do?
Daryl: I need you to get this raider.
(Slides picture of raider across table)
Daryl: He found a cache of mine, and stole a few hundred caps. If you get this done right, ill give you %30 of the cut, and my old AK. Deal?
Artyom: Deal.
(Cut to 6 hours later)
Raider 1: So, what was in that cache?
Raider 2: Few caps, few bullets. The real prize though, was this Stealth bo- *BAM*
Raider 1: OH $HIT! WHERE THE HELL IS HE?
Artyom: Oh crap..
Raider 1: WHO SAID THAT?!?!
(Artyom stands up)
Artyom: GET DOWN!
(Raider 1 draws knife)
Artyom: Your making me do this! *BAM*
(Artyom walks over to the dead bodies)
Artyom: Well, guess he wont need that knife anymore.
Character back-story (At least 3 paragraphs with no assuming faction roles):
Artyom, born in a small broken down town, was not a lucky child. While being very smart and lively, he contracted a stutter and was often made fun of by his peers. When he was only 5, his father disappeared, and his mother often cried herself to sleep. Artyom, constantly trying to cheer her up, often annoyed her instead and just made her feel even worse. Artyom realized this, and became an outcast, hardly interacting with anyone anymore. He stayed this way until he turned 16, and a merchant came to his small town, and they became quick friends, after trading many wares with each other.
This merchant, he knew about the danger of the wasteland. He offered to teach Artyom basic survival tips, and even taught him how to shoot a gun. Artyom started to think of him as a father. Artyom managed to supply himself by going to the outskirts of town and picking off radscorpions, and selling their tails. After 4 years of this, Artyom had become 20 and was a young man.
Then pandemonium struck. Raiders, a couple dozen, assaulted the town, and Artyom became terrified. He grabbed a few supplies while he could, including a journal and a small hunting knife. He ran out the back door before the raiders got in. The last thing he heard of this small town was his mother screaming for help. Artyom still hears this twisted and terrified scream in his nightmares. The merchant, was alive, or at least Artyom thought so.
He arrived at a town, destroyed by the weather, and uninhabited. Here he found a bed, and fell into a deep slumber, waking up several days later. (Setting the theme for the spawn point)