The Meaning of Life, the Universe, and Everything.
Join Date:
6/29/2012
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J4SNT
Member Details
OOC -
IGN: J4SNT
Gender: Male
Age: 15
Have you read the rules: We still doing the frugal thing?
Have you read the lore: Indeed, I have.
RP Experience: My RP experience dates back to a couple months before I joined "The Lost Days" It started out when I and a few friends were very bored. Although, I didn't know that what we were doing was technically RP, we wrote up a few characters that each of us had to "play" during school. After we were faced with expulsion if we continued we stopped. After that I felt starved of the experience. I also liked RPG's, my favorite being Fallout. So, on a last ditch effort, I feverishly searched for a Fallout themed server. That is when I "discovered" role-play servers. The first I drunkenly stumbled upon; The Lost Days, was already open, and accepting apps. After taking a couple hours to write an app, I submitted it, to find out two days later that I would be white-listed. I'd like to make this the next chapter to my RP history.
Fallout Experience: My Fallout experience starts with Fallout 3. When I first rented Fallout 3 it was one of those times when I thought I hated it, but when I wasn't playing it, I had withdraw. So, two years later I broke and bought it. Being in an earlier state of adolescence, I didn't have much responsibility, and had many, many hours to myself. Therefore, I would pour hours on end into the game. After that I was hooked, and needed more, so I bought Fallout, and Fallout 2. I played through the original, and the second one many times over. Then Fallout: New Vegas was announced, and I went into a craze trying to beat all of them in a row. Then immediately when it came out I beat it as many times as I possibly could. Still wanting more, I stumbled upon the script of the movie, and read though that, as well.
Define Meta Gaming: Metagaming is when a player uses out of character knowledge in game to give his/herself an edge against another player, whether it be the knowing of where a large supply of goods are kept from talking to the person out of game, or using player-name-tags to know where a person is.
Define Power Gaming: Powergaming is a problem in RP where a person makes a character unbalanced. Their character never takes damage, never dies, and always makes his critical shots. The character has no downside, no weaknesses.
IC -
Name: Jason Caldwell
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Race: African-Wastelandian
Appearence: Jason is average height, but also kinda lanky. He has a rough beard. Blue eyes.
Signifying Traits: Left hand ring finger missing. Scar on the back of Jason's neck.
Signifying Skills: Due to his high intelligence Jason has worked out how programming works, and is quite good at it.
S.P.E.C.I.A.L.'s:
(40 points to distribute, maxes out on 10) Strength- 5 Perception- 5 Endurance- 6 Charisma- 5 Intelligence- 8 Agility- 5 Luck- 6
RP example: (Alternate story of how he lost his ring finger) Jason is running through the wastes as fast as he can. He has a small 10mm pistol in his right hand, but it's empty.
As he runs you hear him panting, and behind Jason you hear the growling of 4 feral ghoul reavers.
Jason: Oh , oh , oh , oh ...
He stops.
Jason: wait...are they gone?
Ghouls: HRAAAAAAAAGHHH
Jason picks up speed
Jason: Oh, , oh,
As he is running he notices a group of wasters.
Jason: Hey! Hey, over here! Shoot these ers!
One of the wasters primes a grenade
Jason: Hey, what the ?! I said shoot, damn it!
The grenade flies over-head, landing a few feet behind him. It blows up, killing 3 of the 4 ghouls.
As Jason looks for more help from the wasters he catches a glimpse of a deathclaw less than twenty-feet away from them.
Jason: Oh, ! Get the outta there!
The deathclaw claws a waster killing him. A waster primes another grenade, but before he can throw it the deathclaw grabs him as it explodes, killing them both.
Jason trips over some terrain making a full stop. He tries getting up but is immediately tackled by the ghoul.
Within seconds the ghoul has him turned over, and scratching and clawing him all over. In an effort thwart the ghouls attempts at killing him, he lunges his left hand at the ghouls head, lodging his ring-finger in its mouth.
The ghoul bites down, hard. The finger severs.
Jason let's out a wretched scream. The adrenaline from it all gives him enough strength to shove the ghoul off. He grabs a nearby bit of scorched earth, bashing it into the ghoul's head.
Clutching his finger; he starts hobbling north.
Biography:Jason was a foster kid for most of his life. He was raised by many families throughout his life. He only remembers one, though. The reason he only remembers them is because, to him, they were the nicest people in the vault. They knew that his life was his life. They went so far as to let him choose his own name, not being given one, on account of his mother's death at birth. Each family he was with had given him a different name, like a pet, at least that's what he'd been told. The Mardels wouldn't have any of that. They said, "Kid, you're getting to be 5, and I bet you're tired of being nameless. So, what do you want to be called?" For days he thought about the question. No one ever asked him what he wanted to be called. This family was nice enough to read to him before bed, too. The book he always had Mrs. Mardel read was titled "Caldwell's Garden of Macabre" He never understood the story beyond the fact that the man's name was Jason Caldwell, and fought the "bad guys," when in reality the story was about a murder mystery, where Caldwell was the killer. He told Mr. Mardel he wanted to be called Jason Caldwell. A few weeks after he told Mr. Mardel, he returned with confirmation papers on the name. "It's official bud-or should I say Mr. Caldwell? You are a fully-fledged, existing person now" When Jason was admitted into school, he quickly realized nobody cared about his name. Of course, that didn't stop him from telling you a thousand times, in one day, that he was nameless, until Mr. Mardel came along. During school is when he found his love for technical things like terminals, and the big-kids' pip-boys. Once a week he would hatch a plan to get to a terminal, or steal a pip-boy from a big-kid. Most of them failed, or didn't even start. When they were successful, his time with the mystical items didn't last long. He would always get caught trying to guess the network passwords, or trying to re-program the pip-boys he found, only to realize he didn't even know how to turn on the pip-light. When he heard about GOAT, he made it his mission to make sure he got the pip-boy job. He studied hard, and studied previous GOATs, seeing if he could figure out how they were scored, and make sure he would get to be a programmer. When he turned ten, and received his pip-boy, which he promptly named Sara, he started to learn exactly how to code them out. By the time he was 15 he knew how to code in complex A.I.'s, and set-up high security puzzle mini-games, only he knew how to do, in order to get into the pip-boy. Of course, every time that the system did a wipe of all foreign files every three months, he would lose all of the things he coded out. He decided that to combat this he would design his own memory unit. A simple, 16 gigabyte, pre-war, flash-drive replica that he modified did the trick. Technically they were contraband, but he kept them well-hidden. When he took the GOAT he had worked out a way to ensure he would get the programming position. Ever since then he has been waking up everyday, reading through bug reports, and "loading" new pip-boys. When he gets done messing with pip-boys and terminals, he plays with pip-boys and terminals. Now that he is twenty-two, and is well known as the boy-with-no-name, he plans redesigning the pip-boy. He needs support for the new change in software, though. The Vault can't just throw out a 200 year old tradition, and design. They need proof that the new system is better, faster, easier to operate. His room looks like a repair shop. Prototypes hanging from the walls, old, childish A.I.s talking to each other. Circuit boards, and cracked casings every where. A pile of buggy pip-boys with sticky-notes with residents names on them. Anyone who comes near the room gets a whiff of solder in the air. A six-foot tall box of papers with "DENIED PIP-BOY REQUISITIONS" It is here that Jason works, plays, and sleeps, and eats. It is here where he is alive. It is here where he will die.
OOC -
IGN:stretchiowa6955
Gender:Female
Age:16
Have you read the rules:Yes I have.
Have you read the lore:Yes
RP Expierence:I have had many expirences with different servers, but not exacly this type. I have been a guard in Prison roleplays and cities and such, but other than that this kind of roleplay will be a little bit different in my case. But I do not powerplay nor do I do something over exaggerating with any of my sayings or any of my ideas.
Fallout Expierence:I have had none this is my first time with Fallout actually.
Define Meta Gaming:A player has knowledge the other player doesn't and uses it against them. Like they see where they are, but when the other doesn't want to be found they still use the name tags to get to them without any hints. They are the ones that will play against the player knowing something the other has no clue is and what is going on at the moment.
Define Power Gaming:Is where a character goes out into their own world and/or their own little system where they cannot die, they cannot fail, nor can anything bad happen to them. It like they're playing god pratically and nothing is able to touch them. They do not play by the rules, and try to make it all about their character.
IC -
Name:Adriana
Gender:Female
Age:20
Race:Kakasian
Appearence:She has rather pale looking skin that has a hint of odd yellow colloring, to match her skin she has long black hair that goes just bellow her shouldder blades where she keeps it neat and trimmed. However her eyes are a bright bluish green color into them that is rather noticable against her pale skin. She is a 5 foot 5 inches woman, she may not seem that tall but she can do good no matter what her hieght. She has a scar running from her back over to her arm, and to her wrist which she likes to hide with a sleeve on one arm. Adriana isn't the prettiest, but she can certainly give to this community her knowledge and ability to think quick.
Signifying Traits:Only the scar on her back on lower arm.
Signifying Skills:She is a quick thinker, and can think of ways to win an argument though she may not be good at winning any.
S.P.E.C.I.A.L.'s:
(40 points to distribute, maxes out on 10) Strength-4 Perception-5 Endurance-6 Charisma-6 Intelligence-8 Agility-8 Luck-7
RP example:As Adriana walked passed she spotted some of her dear pals from the homes near her own. She smiled and waved at them, but they quickly tried to hide their dissappointed gazes knowing that the crazy girl was here. To tell you the truth Adriana wasn't really crazy.
Adriana: Hey Oscar is the test working well enough for you?
Oscor just looked at her like she grew 3 heads and he answers: No... who told you about the tests? He wanted to keep the tests secret enough from the other so he could try finding a better way to mine from the ground.
Adriana just swings her map around: No one really... just picked it up from the other guy." Pointing to the kids hiding behind the corner of the building wanting to see what Oscar had in mind.
Adriana only shrugs quickly walking back to her duty hoping she could make it on time to meet up with Philip her brother. He must be out mining hoping to discover something rather important. Let's only hope he found something good this time.
Biography:
Adriana grew up with 3 brothers by her side and lived getting bullied by the oldest. But they all still loved each other quite a bit, their parents however worked in the lab quite a lot, and usually ignored their childrens plees giving the oldest the responsibility to take care of the younger ones. Adriana is proud to say that she is working on important buisness with her brother who mines for a living hoping she could help this world have farms again to help the living life styles. At age 12 however she hit the age where she thought everything was helpless that there was no help with new inventions or any new ideas to help her in this society so she gave up half her life to live with her brothers and learn from them. Age age 19 however she decided she would like to train in being a scientist and she hopes to continue doing so.
OOC -
IGN:Exspellio
Gender:Male
Age:15
Have you read the rules:yes
Have you read the lore:yes
RP Expierence:ahh, been on 3 fallout RP servers, 2 steampunk RP servers, 1 misc rpg server.
Fallout Experience:played every fallout game.
Define Meta Gaming: Using information that you learnt out of character, and applying that knowledge in character
Define Power Gaming: Roleplaying using powers and abilities FAR out of your reach.
IC -
Name:Oliver Stark
Gender:male
Age:44
Race:human? Caucasian
Appearence: tall, thin, pale, dressed in a tattered suit
Signifying Traits:joyless, devoted to the commonwealth
Signifying Skills: excels in psychology and human anatomy, can do little to heal though. has a basic idea of how to hack computers.
S.P.E.C.I.A.L.'s:
(40 points to distribute, maxes out on 10) Strength-3 Perception-10 Endurance-4 Charisma-2 Intelligence-10 Agility-4 Luck-0
RP example:
(ahh, not sure if you are allowed to insert yourself into a faction, if not, I will rewrite later)
*the man bent over his desk, frantically scribbling notes onto a notebook. Nearby, a dead super mutant lies strapped to a laboratory bench, his chest opened up so that the monsters organs are available for view*
The man mutters to himself,
"the strength, the longevity, the speed, we must refine it, we must"
*He finishes his scribblings, and relaxes. He stands up from the desk, and walks over to the super mutant again, much more docile now that his work is finished. He is tired, but there is much work to do, and as he drifts to sleep, he murmurs to himself*
"I will find a way, androids are the past, we will make a new race of workers and soldiers, we will, we must"
Biography:
Born in the commonwealth, Oliver was brought up in a life of education, androids...and brain-washing. As a child, he was exposed to propaganda of every kind. He thrived on it, it was his dream to serve the institute, to become a scientist, a saviour of the wastes. He worked hard, and believed in every cause that the commonwealth held dear.
And of course, his hard work paid off, he did go on to become a scientist at the institute, and became one of the hardest working scientist's in the commonwealth. Of course, when the opportunity to go to a new land, and bring the commonwealth's peace to a new people, he agreed on the spot. But, after nearly 20 years of slavering over the dead lands, of countless interrogation's he was forced to take part in, he eventually stopped being a scientist, oh yes, he still worked in lab's, he still discovered new sciences, but the joy of it had left him. He was but a servant to the commonwealth, all he cared about was bringing the commonwealth's peace to the capital wasteland, whether they liked it, or not.
Accepted
The RP example seemed a little forced, and the "complex A.I.'s" at 15 thing seemed a bit OP. But i'll let them both slide as i know your RP expierence from history. Welcome to the Beta!
Denied
I'll assume you don't know much about Fallout. To learn more about the series, and its intricate lore, please read here, and i'd heavily recommend playing the games themselves. They are extremely interesting. http://fallout.wikia.com/wiki/Fallout_Wiki
I'd recommend reading mostly about Fallout 3, as that what most of this lore is based around. Please, apply again!
Also, reread the rules, and reading the lore more so would also help.
Denied I'd recommend rereading the lore. As we are not based in the Capital Wasteland.
Reread the rules, and everything else is pretty fine. Just fix those, and you'll be on your way into the beta.
kk, sorry, thought we were operating on old server lore
OOC -
IGN:Exspellio
Gender:Male
Age:15
Have you read the rules:yes, I am frugal...I guess
Have you read the lore:yes
RP Expierence:ahh, been on 3 fallout RP servers, 2 steampunk RP servers, 1 misc rpg server.
Fallout Experience:played every fallout game.
Define Meta Gaming: Using information that you learnt out of character, and applying that knowledge in character
Define Power Gaming: Roleplaying using powers and abilities FAR out of your reach.
IC -
Name:Oliver Stark
Gender:male
Age:44
Race:human? Caucasian
Appearence: tall, thin, pale, dressed in a tattered suit
Signifying Traits:joyless, devoted to the commonwealth
Signifying Skills: excels in psychology and human anatomy, can do little to heal though. has a basic idea of how to hack computers.
S.P.E.C.I.A.L.'s:
(40 points to distribute, maxes out on 10) Strength-3 Perception-10 Endurance-4 Charisma-2 Intelligence-10 Agility-4 Luck-0
RP example:
(ahh, not sure if you are allowed to insert yourself into a faction, if not, I will rewrite later)
*the man bent over his desk, frantically scribbling notes onto a notebook. Nearby, a dead super mutant lies strapped to a laboratory bench, his chest opened up so that the monsters organs are available for view*
The man mutters to himself,
"the strength, the longevity, the speed, we must refine it, we must"
*He finishes his scribblings, and relaxes. He stands up from the desk, and walks over to the super mutant again, much more docile now that his work is finished. He is tired, but there is much work to do, and as he drifts to sleep, he murmurs to himself*
"I will find a way, androids are the past, we will make a new race of workers and soldiers, we will, we must"
Biography:
Born in the commonwealth, Oliver was brought up in a life of education, androids...and brain-washing. As a child, he was exposed to propaganda of every kind. He thrived on it, it was his dream to serve the institute, to become a scientist, a saviour of the wastes. He worked hard, and believed in every cause that the commonwealth held dear.
And of course, his hard work paid off, he did go on to become a scientist at the institute, and became one of the hardest working scientist's in the commonwealth. Of course, when the opportunity to go to a new land, and bring the commonwealth's peace to a new people, he agreed on the spot, and was shipped off to a new commonwealth colony the next week.
But, after nearly 20 years of slavering over the dead lands, of countless interrogation's he was forced to take part in, he eventually stopped being a scientist, oh yes, he still worked in lab's, he still discovered new sciences, but the joy of it had left him. He was but a servant to the commonwealth, all he cared about was bringing the commonwealth's peace to the wasteland, whether they liked it, or not.
OOC -
IGN:Exspellio
Gender:male
Age:15
Have you read the rules:Yes, I am very frugal
Have you read the lore:Yes
RP Experience: 3 fallout servers, 2 elder scroll servers, 2 steampunk servers, and 1 misc fantasy server
Leadership Expierence: I used to run my own forum clan, and on another server, I ran a small faction
Why do you want to lead this faction:I love the commonwealth this server has. I have alway's like totalitarian orwellian rule. I have read 1984 a couple of times, and love the entire idea. I really hope I could lead the commonwealth
Fallout Expierence: I have played all of them
Define Meta Gaming: using information obtained out of character inside the Rp
Define Power Gaming: Using powers or abilities your IC character would never have
OOC - IGN: DragonOptic Gender: Male Age: 14 Have you read the rules: I have, but I dont remember them because it is 2 am when you are telling me to make this app. Have you read the lore: I have, yes RP Experience: Sins of Our Fathers, FallCraft, OWB, and some Elder Scrolls server a while back. Fallout Experience: I have played Fallout, Fallout 3, New Vegas, and read the wiki a good bit. Define Meta Gaming: Using information obtained OOC and using it in any way IC. Define Power Gaming: Claiming an unreasonable act without consent of other players. For instance: *Fires one bullet and kills 5 men plus a unicorn*
IC - Name: Karl Ruprecht Kronen Gender: Male Age: Unknown Race: Human Appearence: 6ft. 2, Black and red ss battle armor, black and gold mask, tall black boots Signifying Traits: SS Battle gear infused to internal organs, and a strong german accent. Signifying Skills: Magnificent marksman, capable in melee, remarkable tactical observation. S.P.E.C.I.A.L.'s:
(40 points to distribute, maxes out on 10)
Strength- 6
Perception- 7
Endurance- 5
Charisma- 4
Intelligence- 7
Agility- 7
Luck- 4
RP example:
*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*
Biography:
Mortality is never quite as transparent as when you catch sight of him. Untold blood has been shed by such a man, no, not a man... not anymore. He is a true monster. Born in the smoldering remains of Berlin, young Kronen was deformed with such foulness that he was outcast from his family. Even as nothing more than a baby, wrath grew within him.
A traveling mercenary, by the name said to be Ammity, found the boy. He took pity on the boy; took him in as if his own. Throughout Karl’s whole childhood, he was morphed into one of the greatest assassins in the realm of New Germany. Alas, Ammity grew distant during Karl’s later years, for he more and more noticed within Kronen’s eyes a dark pleasure with every kill.
The idea of people was cute to Kronen, but they were just that. A though. A singular factor in the grand scheme. What a pesky factor at that. A bullet here, a slip of the blade there, and the idea began to become less irritating with each pool of blood.
When approached by Ammity for the slaughtering of yet another innocent, and Kronen just... snapped. He equipped the knives clipped to his waist and drove them into his mentor’s torso with unparalleled force. Kronen , being a man of opportunity, robbed the body of an old necklace, a cobalt cross on a titanium chain, and a butterfly knife. Dawning his favorite attire, a customized variation of a SS soldier battle gear and night vision gas mask, he looked back to the body. *Did it move? Couldn’t ha-*
A gunshots rang out. Ammity had pulled the trigger of a small firearm he had slipped in his pocket earlier that morning off of a deceased tribal. The bullets tore through Kronen’s lungs. An impulsive and swift flick of the wrist sent, yet another, blade flying into Ammity’s head. Kronen painstakingly made way to the Autodoc. He needed immediate medical treatment or he, too, would die. If not of internal bleeding, or shock, then suffocation.
To say the Autodoc did its job is questionable. It saved Kronen’s life, but could only do so by redirecting air circulation form his gas mask directly to his lungs. That mask was now a permanent part of him. A constant reminder of that night.
When he awoke from the heavy sleep he had been in, which was caused by a strong sedative injected by the mechanic medical unit, Kronen collected the rest of his belongings; a 50 cal. sniper rifle and a replenishment his small arsenal in blades. He, rather sorely, travelled to the shores of the continent, and took a vessel towards the American Wasteland. Long periods of constant meditation filled most of the time it took to arrive, the rest was combat training.
The ship arrived in a foreign land once called Connecticut. It was all but impressive. Years passed and Karl gained knew knowledge and understanding of the landscape in the American Wasteland. He settled in the Empire Wasteland, being how he enjoyed the scenery; the suffering of the lower beings here was the most entertaining of the other sections and the crumbled buildings were, in their own way, beautiful.
His occupancy was a rusted out office building along the inner city. He had few visitors, and most never returned to see the light of day. Some rumors say he is in with the raiders, other say he is a covert intelligence agent for the Enclave or the Common’s. Who is to say, maybe he is all of the above. Anything to fire another burst if lead into someone.
This is the life so far of the masked demon of Karl Ruprecht Kronen. Years of death wait him... as does an eternity in the pits of hell where he belongs.
Denied
I feel bad for denying such a good application XD
Its just, i'd rather you didn't have the mask stuck to your face. Seems weird the Auto-Doc would so such a thing. Also, your RP example should relate to your character, and you have to reread the rules :3
#IDeniedStaff
OOC - IGN: DragonOptic Gender: Male Age: 14 Have you read the rules: I have, but I dont remember them because it is 2 am when you are telling me to make this app. And lately i am pinching pennies, money is hard to come by unless I get it illega- I mean... What? Have you read the lore: I have, yes RP Experience: Sins of Our Fathers, FallCraft, OWB, and some Elder Scrolls server a while back. Fallout Experience: I have played Fallout, Fallout 3, New Vegas, and read the wiki a good bit. Define Meta Gaming: Using information obtained OOC and using it in any way IC. Define Power Gaming: Claiming an unreasonable act without consent of other players. For instance: *Fires one bullet and kills 5 men plus a unicorn*
IC - Name: Karl Ruprecht Kronen Gender: Male Age: Unknown Race: Human Appearence: 6ft. 2, Black and red ss battle armor, black and gold mask, tall black boots Signifying Traits: SS Battle gear infused to internal organs, and a strong german accent. Signifying Skills: Magnificent marksman, capable in melee, remarkable tactical observation. S.P.E.C.I.A.L.'s:
(40 points to distribute, maxes out on 10)
Strength- 6
Perception- 7
Endurance- 5
Charisma- 4
Intelligence- 7
Agility- 7
Luck- 4
RP example:
*Kronen spots two potential kills in a building across the street and makes his way to the door. He leans up to it and listens*
Andrew: -eah, we’ll be making our move; 4 pm sharp. Louis has the guns, Arnold’s got the codes, we are all set here. The money will be ours on the hour!
Lance: Alright, boss! Whatever you s-say sir.
*Kronen kicks down the door and draws rifle*
Kronen: I suggest you try to kill me now, because in a few seconds you will both be dead.
Andrew: What the fu-
*Kronen fires a round into Andrew’s head, then loads another round into chamber*
Kronen: And now, it is your turn.
Lance: Oh dear, I will do whatever you want. Don’t kill me, please!
*Kronen shoots the goon*
Kronen: You pathetic slime, thinking I’d let you live when I have killed so many superior to you.
Biography:
Mortality is never quite as transparent as when you catch sight of him. Untold blood has been shed by such a man, no, not a man... not anymore. He is a true monster. Born in the smoldering remains of Berlin, young Kronen was deformed with such foulness that he was outcast from his family. Even as nothing more than a baby, wrath grew within him.
A traveling mercenary, by the name said to be Ammity, found the boy. He took pity on the boy; took him in as if his own. Throughout Karl’s whole childhood, he was morphed into one of the greatest assassins in the realm of New Germany. Alas, Ammity grew distant during Karl’s later years, for he more and more noticed within Kronen’s eyes a dark pleasure with every kill.
The idea of people was cute to Kronen, but they were just that. A though. A singular factor in the grand scheme. What a pesky factor at that. A bullet here, a slip of the blade there, and the idea began to become less irritating with each pool of blood.
When approached by Ammity for the slaughtering of yet another innocent, and Kronen just... snapped. He equipped the knives clipped to his waist and drove them into his mentor’s torso with unparalleled force. Kronen , being a man of opportunity, robbed the body of an old necklace, a cobalt cross on a titanium chain, and a butterfly knife. Dawning his favorite attire, a customized variation of a SS soldier battle gear and night vision gas mask, he looked back to the body. *Did it move? Couldn’t ha-*
A gunshots rang out. Ammity had pulled the trigger of a small firearm he had slipped in his pocket earlier that morning off of a deceased tribal. The bullets tore through Kronen’s lungs. An impulsive and swift flick of the wrist sent, yet another, blade flying into Ammity’s head. Kronen painstakingly made way to the Autodoc. He needed immediate medical treatment or he, too, would die. If not of internal bleeding, or shock, then suffocation.
The Doc did its job, if only it knew the mistake it made in reviving the vile beast. The body count could have ended. And yet, the machine, being only since the machine lacked a conscience, revived it.
When he awoke from the heavy sleep he had been in, which was caused by a strong sedative injected by the mechanic medical unit, Kronen collected the rest of his belongings; a 50 cal. sniper rifle and a replenishment his small arsenal in blades. He, rather sorely, travelled to the shores of the continent, and took a vessel towards the American Wasteland. Long periods of constant meditation filled most of the time it took to arrive, the rest was combat training.
The ship arrived in a foreign land once called Connecticut. It was all but impressive. Years passed and Karl gained knew knowledge and understanding of the landscape in the American Wasteland. He settled in the Empire Wasteland, being how he enjoyed the scenery; the suffering of the lower beings here was the most entertaining of the other sections and the crumbled buildings were, in their own way, beautiful.
His occupancy was a rusted out office building along the inner city. He had few visitors, and most never returned to see the light of day. Some rumors say he is in with the raiders, other say he is a covert intelligence agent for the Enclave or the Common’s. Who is to say, maybe he is all of the above. Anything to fire another burst if lead into someone.
This is the life so far of the masked demon of Karl Ruprecht Kronen. Years of death wait him... as does an eternity in the pits of hell where he belongs.
OOC -
IGN:Exspellio
Gender:male
Age:15
Have you read the rules: yes, i am very frugal
Have you read the lore:Yes
RP Experience: 3 fallout servers, 2 elder scroll servers, 2 steampunk servers, and 1 misc fantasy server
Leadership Expierence: I used to run my own forum clan, and on another server, I ran a small faction
Why do you want to lead this faction:I love the commonwealth this server has. I have alway's like totalitarian orwellian rule. I have read 1984 a couple of times, and love the entire idea. I really hope I could lead the commonwealth
Fallout Expierence: I have played all of them
Define Meta Gaming: using information obtained out of character inside the Rp
Define Power Gaming: Using powers or abilities your IC character would never have
IC -
Name:Oliver Stark
Gender:Male
Age:37
Race:caucasian
Appearence:tall, thin, green eyes, always wears a suit
Signifying Traits:sociopathic, fanatic to the commonwealth, enigmatic
Signifying Skills:has a multitude of exprience with psychology, interrogation and other "applied" sciences.
S.P.E.C.I.A.L.'s:
(40 points to distribute, maxes out on 10) Strength-4 Perception-9 Endurance-5 Charisma-4 Intelligence-10 Agility-6 Luck-0
RP example:
*the wastelander sat in the room, he was sitting at a plain desk, his hands tied behind him to the chair, the light was blaring into his eyes, he was confused, all he remembered was going to scout those "haunted" ruins, getting knocked unconscious, and then waking up here*
*as he was pondering this, a tall man in a suit opened the door, and walked into the room, something about the way the man held himself scared the man*
"well, hello there sir, might I have your name?" asked the man politely
*the man's politeness scared the wastelander even more, no sane person was polite in the wasteland
"C-c-carter, s-s-sir" stuttered the man
"ahh, carter, what a lovely name," replied the man "what a lovely name. So Carter, might I ask what you were doing stealing on our property?"
"P-p-property?" stumbled the man, scared out of his wits
"yes, property, this land belongs to us, and you were trespassing"
As he said this, the tall man's face grew stern
"and you do realize, mr. Carter, that this facility must maintain it's secrecy, so, I am afraid you may not leave, ever"
*at this, the tied man began to cry*
"D-D-Don't ki-kill me!!" he begged the man. At this plea, the man's face became almost insulted.
"kill you?!" he replied "we would never kill a man in cold blood sir. No, you shall be used to bring forth the good of the commonwealth. And I thank you for that"
*and with that, the suited man left, as he left, 2 men in lab coats entered, one of them injected a substance into the prisoners arm, and he fell unconscious immediately... He was never seen again*
Biography:
Oliver was born in the commonwealth "mainland". Here he was raised on a strict diet of learning, obedience and order. The waste can never survive without order. He was brought up with the finest schooling, tutelage and education available in the wasteland. His parent's, both scientists, gave him up to be brought up by the state, as they had busy lives serving the commonwealth. He was raised by the state, so that one day, he could repay the state with deeds, which he did, eagerly.
After first showing a hugely intelligent mind, and a natural aptitude for studying people, he was soon fast-tracked to a psychology, and soon became one of the foremost intellectual's applied to "curing" the insane, who believed the commonwealth evil, or corrupt. He performed this duty suitably, curing these people of there delusions and leading them on the true path.
It was only natural that when the call came out for workers to leave the mainland, and head out into the waste's to bring forth the commonwealth's order, that he be assigned to cure the multitude of deranged individuals of the wasteland. So, he went, and soon began gaining respect and power in the colony that they founded. He soon began taking the role of a leader of the colony, especially with the recently cured individual's that he dealt with personally. All throughout this time, he still remained loyal to the commonwealth. He was born loyal to the commonwealth, he grew up loyal to the common wealth, And he shall die, loyal to the commonwealth
Denied I think we are looking for someone with more leadership abilities, and possibly better RP skills in general. However, you are still accepted into the ranks of the Commonwealth. Just PM what rank you wanted to have, and i'll give you a response on to if you could have that spot or not. But Leadership position might be a little much for now.
http://www.minecraftforum.net/topic/1824952-%E2%98%A2fallout-echoes-of-war-a-post-apocalyptic-roleplay-server%E2%98%A2/
Feel free to apply now.
IGN: J4SNT
Gender: Male
Age: 15
Have you read the rules: We still doing the frugal thing?
Have you read the lore: Indeed, I have.
RP Experience: My RP experience dates back to a couple months before I joined "The Lost Days" It started out when I and a few friends were very bored. Although, I didn't know that what we were doing was technically RP, we wrote up a few characters that each of us had to "play" during school. After we were faced with expulsion if we continued we stopped. After that I felt starved of the experience. I also liked RPG's, my favorite being Fallout. So, on a last ditch effort, I feverishly searched for a Fallout themed server. That is when I "discovered" role-play servers. The first I drunkenly stumbled upon; The Lost Days, was already open, and accepting apps. After taking a couple hours to write an app, I submitted it, to find out two days later that I would be white-listed. I'd like to make this the next chapter to my RP history.
Fallout Experience: My Fallout experience starts with Fallout 3. When I first rented Fallout 3 it was one of those times when I thought I hated it, but when I wasn't playing it, I had withdraw. So, two years later I broke and bought it. Being in an earlier state of adolescence, I didn't have much responsibility, and had many, many hours to myself. Therefore, I would pour hours on end into the game. After that I was hooked, and needed more, so I bought Fallout, and Fallout 2. I played through the original, and the second one many times over. Then Fallout: New Vegas was announced, and I went into a craze trying to beat all of them in a row. Then immediately when it came out I beat it as many times as I possibly could. Still wanting more, I stumbled upon the script of the movie, and read though that, as well.
Define Meta Gaming: Metagaming is when a player uses out of character knowledge in game to give his/herself an edge against another player, whether it be the knowing of where a large supply of goods are kept from talking to the person out of game, or using player-name-tags to know where a person is.
Define Power Gaming: Powergaming is a problem in RP where a person makes a character unbalanced. Their character never takes damage, never dies, and always makes his critical shots. The character has no downside, no weaknesses.
IC -
Name: Jason Caldwell
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Race: African-Wastelandian
Appearence: Jason is average height, but also kinda lanky. He has a rough beard. Blue eyes.
Signifying Traits: Left hand ring finger missing. Scar on the back of Jason's neck.
Signifying Skills: Due to his high intelligence Jason has worked out how programming works, and is quite good at it.
S.P.E.C.I.A.L.'s:
(40 points to distribute, maxes out on 10)
Strength- 5
Perception- 5
Endurance- 6
Charisma- 5
Intelligence- 8
Agility- 5
Luck- 6
RP example: (Alternate story of how he lost his ring finger) Jason is running through the wastes as fast as he can. He has a small 10mm pistol in his right hand, but it's empty.
As he runs you hear him panting, and behind Jason you hear the growling of 4 feral ghoul reavers.
Jason: Oh , oh , oh , oh ...
He stops.
Jason: wait...are they gone?
Ghouls: HRAAAAAAAAGHHH
Jason picks up speed
Jason: Oh, , oh,
As he is running he notices a group of wasters.
Jason: Hey! Hey, over here! Shoot these ers!
One of the wasters primes a grenade
Jason: Hey, what the ?! I said shoot, damn it!
The grenade flies over-head, landing a few feet behind him. It blows up, killing 3 of the 4 ghouls.
As Jason looks for more help from the wasters he catches a glimpse of a deathclaw less than twenty-feet away from them.
Jason: Oh, ! Get the outta there!
The deathclaw claws a waster killing him. A waster primes another grenade, but before he can throw it the deathclaw grabs him as it explodes, killing them both.
Jason trips over some terrain making a full stop. He tries getting up but is immediately tackled by the ghoul.
Within seconds the ghoul has him turned over, and scratching and clawing him all over. In an effort thwart the ghouls attempts at killing him, he lunges his left hand at the ghouls head, lodging his ring-finger in its mouth.
The ghoul bites down, hard. The finger severs.
Jason let's out a wretched scream. The adrenaline from it all gives him enough strength to shove the ghoul off. He grabs a nearby bit of scorched earth, bashing it into the ghoul's head.
Clutching his finger; he starts hobbling north.
Biography:Jason was a foster kid for most of his life. He was raised by many families throughout his life. He only remembers one, though. The reason he only remembers them is because, to him, they were the nicest people in the vault. They knew that his life was his life. They went so far as to let him choose his own name, not being given one, on account of his mother's death at birth. Each family he was with had given him a different name, like a pet, at least that's what he'd been told. The Mardels wouldn't have any of that. They said, "Kid, you're getting to be 5, and I bet you're tired of being nameless. So, what do you want to be called?" For days he thought about the question. No one ever asked him what he wanted to be called. This family was nice enough to read to him before bed, too. The book he always had Mrs. Mardel read was titled "Caldwell's Garden of Macabre" He never understood the story beyond the fact that the man's name was Jason Caldwell, and fought the "bad guys," when in reality the story was about a murder mystery, where Caldwell was the killer. He told Mr. Mardel he wanted to be called Jason Caldwell. A few weeks after he told Mr. Mardel, he returned with confirmation papers on the name. "It's official bud-or should I say Mr. Caldwell? You are a fully-fledged, existing person now" When Jason was admitted into school, he quickly realized nobody cared about his name. Of course, that didn't stop him from telling you a thousand times, in one day, that he was nameless, until Mr. Mardel came along. During school is when he found his love for technical things like terminals, and the big-kids' pip-boys. Once a week he would hatch a plan to get to a terminal, or steal a pip-boy from a big-kid. Most of them failed, or didn't even start. When they were successful, his time with the mystical items didn't last long. He would always get caught trying to guess the network passwords, or trying to re-program the pip-boys he found, only to realize he didn't even know how to turn on the pip-light. When he heard about GOAT, he made it his mission to make sure he got the pip-boy job. He studied hard, and studied previous GOATs, seeing if he could figure out how they were scored, and make sure he would get to be a programmer. When he turned ten, and received his pip-boy, which he promptly named Sara, he started to learn exactly how to code them out. By the time he was 15 he knew how to code in complex A.I.'s, and set-up high security puzzle mini-games, only he knew how to do, in order to get into the pip-boy. Of course, every time that the system did a wipe of all foreign files every three months, he would lose all of the things he coded out. He decided that to combat this he would design his own memory unit. A simple, 16 gigabyte, pre-war, flash-drive replica that he modified did the trick. Technically they were contraband, but he kept them well-hidden. When he took the GOAT he had worked out a way to ensure he would get the programming position. Ever since then he has been waking up everyday, reading through bug reports, and "loading" new pip-boys. When he gets done messing with pip-boys and terminals, he plays with pip-boys and terminals. Now that he is twenty-two, and is well known as the boy-with-no-name, he plans redesigning the pip-boy. He needs support for the new change in software, though. The Vault can't just throw out a 200 year old tradition, and design. They need proof that the new system is better, faster, easier to operate. His room looks like a repair shop. Prototypes hanging from the walls, old, childish A.I.s talking to each other. Circuit boards, and cracked casings every where. A pile of buggy pip-boys with sticky-notes with residents names on them. Anyone who comes near the room gets a whiff of solder in the air. A six-foot tall box of papers with "DENIED PIP-BOY REQUISITIONS" It is here that Jason works, plays, and sleeps, and eats. It is here where he is alive. It is here where he will die.
IGN:stretchiowa6955
Gender:Female
Age:16
Have you read the rules:Yes I have.
Have you read the lore:Yes
RP Expierence:I have had many expirences with different servers, but not exacly this type. I have been a guard in Prison roleplays and cities and such, but other than that this kind of roleplay will be a little bit different in my case. But I do not powerplay nor do I do something over exaggerating with any of my sayings or any of my ideas.
Fallout Expierence:I have had none this is my first time with Fallout actually.
Define Meta Gaming:A player has knowledge the other player doesn't and uses it against them. Like they see where they are, but when the other doesn't want to be found they still use the name tags to get to them without any hints. They are the ones that will play against the player knowing something the other has no clue is and what is going on at the moment.
Define Power Gaming:Is where a character goes out into their own world and/or their own little system where they cannot die, they cannot fail, nor can anything bad happen to them. It like they're playing god pratically and nothing is able to touch them. They do not play by the rules, and try to make it all about their character.
IC -
Name:Adriana
Gender:Female
Age:20
Race:Kakasian
Appearence:She has rather pale looking skin that has a hint of odd yellow colloring, to match her skin she has long black hair that goes just bellow her shouldder blades where she keeps it neat and trimmed. However her eyes are a bright bluish green color into them that is rather noticable against her pale skin. She is a 5 foot 5 inches woman, she may not seem that tall but she can do good no matter what her hieght. She has a scar running from her back over to her arm, and to her wrist which she likes to hide with a sleeve on one arm. Adriana isn't the prettiest, but she can certainly give to this community her knowledge and ability to think quick.
Signifying Traits:Only the scar on her back on lower arm.
Signifying Skills:She is a quick thinker, and can think of ways to win an argument though she may not be good at winning any.
S.P.E.C.I.A.L.'s:
(40 points to distribute, maxes out on 10)
Strength-4
Perception-5
Endurance-6
Charisma-6
Intelligence-8
Agility-8
Luck-7
RP example:As Adriana walked passed she spotted some of her dear pals from the homes near her own. She smiled and waved at them, but they quickly tried to hide their dissappointed gazes knowing that the crazy girl was here. To tell you the truth Adriana wasn't really crazy.
Adriana: Hey Oscar is the test working well enough for you?
Oscor just looked at her like she grew 3 heads and he answers: No... who told you about the tests? He wanted to keep the tests secret enough from the other so he could try finding a better way to mine from the ground.
Adriana just swings her map around: No one really... just picked it up from the other guy." Pointing to the kids hiding behind the corner of the building wanting to see what Oscar had in mind.
Adriana only shrugs quickly walking back to her duty hoping she could make it on time to meet up with Philip her brother. He must be out mining hoping to discover something rather important. Let's only hope he found something good this time.
Biography:
Adriana grew up with 3 brothers by her side and lived getting bullied by the oldest. But they all still loved each other quite a bit, their parents however worked in the lab quite a lot, and usually ignored their childrens plees giving the oldest the responsibility to take care of the younger ones. Adriana is proud to say that she is working on important buisness with her brother who mines for a living hoping she could help this world have farms again to help the living life styles. At age 12 however she hit the age where she thought everything was helpless that there was no help with new inventions or any new ideas to help her in this society so she gave up half her life to live with her brothers and learn from them. Age age 19 however she decided she would like to train in being a scientist and she hopes to continue doing so.
IGN:Exspellio
Gender:Male
Age:15
Have you read the rules:yes
Have you read the lore:yes
RP Expierence:ahh, been on 3 fallout RP servers, 2 steampunk RP servers, 1 misc rpg server.
Fallout Experience:played every fallout game.
Define Meta Gaming: Using information that you learnt out of character, and applying that knowledge in character
Define Power Gaming: Roleplaying using powers and abilities FAR out of your reach.
IC -
Name:Oliver Stark
Gender:male
Age:44
Race:human? Caucasian
Appearence: tall, thin, pale, dressed in a tattered suit
Signifying Traits:joyless, devoted to the commonwealth
Signifying Skills: excels in psychology and human anatomy, can do little to heal though. has a basic idea of how to hack computers.
S.P.E.C.I.A.L.'s:
(40 points to distribute, maxes out on 10)
Strength-3
Perception-10
Endurance-4
Charisma-2
Intelligence-10
Agility-4
Luck-0
RP example:
(ahh, not sure if you are allowed to insert yourself into a faction, if not, I will rewrite later)
*the man bent over his desk, frantically scribbling notes onto a notebook. Nearby, a dead super mutant lies strapped to a laboratory bench, his chest opened up so that the monsters organs are available for view*
The man mutters to himself,
"the strength, the longevity, the speed, we must refine it, we must"
*He finishes his scribblings, and relaxes. He stands up from the desk, and walks over to the super mutant again, much more docile now that his work is finished. He is tired, but there is much work to do, and as he drifts to sleep, he murmurs to himself*
"I will find a way, androids are the past, we will make a new race of workers and soldiers, we will, we must"
Biography:
Born in the commonwealth, Oliver was brought up in a life of education, androids...and brain-washing. As a child, he was exposed to propaganda of every kind. He thrived on it, it was his dream to serve the institute, to become a scientist, a saviour of the wastes. He worked hard, and believed in every cause that the commonwealth held dear.
And of course, his hard work paid off, he did go on to become a scientist at the institute, and became one of the hardest working scientist's in the commonwealth. Of course, when the opportunity to go to a new land, and bring the commonwealth's peace to a new people, he agreed on the spot. But, after nearly 20 years of slavering over the dead lands, of countless interrogation's he was forced to take part in, he eventually stopped being a scientist, oh yes, he still worked in lab's, he still discovered new sciences, but the joy of it had left him. He was but a servant to the commonwealth, all he cared about was bringing the commonwealth's peace to the capital wasteland, whether they liked it, or not.
Accepted
The RP example seemed a little forced, and the "complex A.I.'s" at 15 thing seemed a bit OP. But i'll let them both slide as i know your RP expierence from history. Welcome to the Beta!
Denied
I'll assume you don't know much about Fallout. To learn more about the series, and its intricate lore, please read here, and i'd heavily recommend playing the games themselves. They are extremely interesting.
http://fallout.wikia.com/wiki/Fallout_Wiki
I'd recommend reading mostly about Fallout 3, as that what most of this lore is based around. Please, apply again!
Also, reread the rules, and reading the lore more so would also help.
Denied
I'd recommend rereading the lore. As we are not based in the Capital Wasteland.
Reread the rules, and everything else is pretty fine. Just fix those, and you'll be on your way into the beta.
OOC -
IGN:Exspellio
Gender:Male
Age:15
Have you read the rules:yes, I am frugal...I guess
Have you read the lore:yes
RP Expierence:ahh, been on 3 fallout RP servers, 2 steampunk RP servers, 1 misc rpg server.
Fallout Experience:played every fallout game.
Define Meta Gaming: Using information that you learnt out of character, and applying that knowledge in character
Define Power Gaming: Roleplaying using powers and abilities FAR out of your reach.
IC -
Name:Oliver Stark
Gender:male
Age:44
Race:human? Caucasian
Appearence: tall, thin, pale, dressed in a tattered suit
Signifying Traits:joyless, devoted to the commonwealth
Signifying Skills: excels in psychology and human anatomy, can do little to heal though. has a basic idea of how to hack computers.
S.P.E.C.I.A.L.'s:
(40 points to distribute, maxes out on 10)
Strength-3
Perception-10
Endurance-4
Charisma-2
Intelligence-10
Agility-4
Luck-0
RP example:
(ahh, not sure if you are allowed to insert yourself into a faction, if not, I will rewrite later)
*the man bent over his desk, frantically scribbling notes onto a notebook. Nearby, a dead super mutant lies strapped to a laboratory bench, his chest opened up so that the monsters organs are available for view*
The man mutters to himself,
"the strength, the longevity, the speed, we must refine it, we must"
*He finishes his scribblings, and relaxes. He stands up from the desk, and walks over to the super mutant again, much more docile now that his work is finished. He is tired, but there is much work to do, and as he drifts to sleep, he murmurs to himself*
"I will find a way, androids are the past, we will make a new race of workers and soldiers, we will, we must"
Biography:
Born in the commonwealth, Oliver was brought up in a life of education, androids...and brain-washing. As a child, he was exposed to propaganda of every kind. He thrived on it, it was his dream to serve the institute, to become a scientist, a saviour of the wastes. He worked hard, and believed in every cause that the commonwealth held dear.
And of course, his hard work paid off, he did go on to become a scientist at the institute, and became one of the hardest working scientist's in the commonwealth. Of course, when the opportunity to go to a new land, and bring the commonwealth's peace to a new people, he agreed on the spot, and was shipped off to a new commonwealth colony the next week.
But, after nearly 20 years of slavering over the dead lands, of countless interrogation's he was forced to take part in, he eventually stopped being a scientist, oh yes, he still worked in lab's, he still discovered new sciences, but the joy of it had left him. He was but a servant to the commonwealth, all he cared about was bringing the commonwealth's peace to the wasteland, whether they liked it, or not.
Accepted
Good job remaking the application!
I'm making the application currently. Once its up, you will be able to apply for the position in question, and apply for faction positions as well.
IGN:Exspellio
Gender:male
Age:15
Have you read the rules:Yes, I am very frugal
Have you read the lore:Yes
RP Experience: 3 fallout servers, 2 elder scroll servers, 2 steampunk servers, and 1 misc fantasy server
Leadership Expierence: I used to run my own forum clan, and on another server, I ran a small faction
Why do you want to lead this faction:I love the commonwealth this server has. I have alway's like totalitarian orwellian rule. I have read 1984 a couple of times, and love the entire idea. I really hope I could lead the commonwealth
Fallout Expierence: I have played all of them
Define Meta Gaming: using information obtained out of character inside the Rp
Define Power Gaming: Using powers or abilities your IC character would never have
Denied
You must fill out the full application, and it must be expanded more so than your last one.
IGN: DragonOptic
Gender: Male
Age: 14
Have you read the rules: I have, but I dont remember them because it is 2 am when you are telling me to make this app.
Have you read the lore: I have, yes
RP Experience: Sins of Our Fathers, FallCraft, OWB, and some Elder Scrolls server a while back.
Fallout Experience: I have played Fallout, Fallout 3, New Vegas, and read the wiki a good bit.
Define Meta Gaming: Using information obtained OOC and using it in any way IC.
Define Power Gaming: Claiming an unreasonable act without consent of other players. For instance: *Fires one bullet and kills 5 men plus a unicorn*
IC -
Name: Karl Ruprecht Kronen
Gender: Male
Age: Unknown
Race: Human
Appearence: 6ft. 2, Black and red ss battle armor, black and gold mask, tall black boots
Signifying Traits: SS Battle gear infused to internal organs, and a strong german accent.
Signifying Skills: Magnificent marksman, capable in melee, remarkable tactical observation.
S.P.E.C.I.A.L.'s:
(40 points to distribute, maxes out on 10)
Strength- 6
Perception- 7
Endurance- 5
Charisma- 4
Intelligence- 7
Agility- 7
Luck- 4
RP example:
*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*
Biography:
Mortality is never quite as transparent as when you catch sight of him. Untold blood has been shed by such a man, no, not a man... not anymore. He is a true monster. Born in the smoldering remains of Berlin, young Kronen was deformed with such foulness that he was outcast from his family. Even as nothing more than a baby, wrath grew within him.
A traveling mercenary, by the name said to be Ammity, found the boy. He took pity on the boy; took him in as if his own. Throughout Karl’s whole childhood, he was morphed into one of the greatest assassins in the realm of New Germany. Alas, Ammity grew distant during Karl’s later years, for he more and more noticed within Kronen’s eyes a dark pleasure with every kill.
The idea of people was cute to Kronen, but they were just that. A though. A singular factor in the grand scheme. What a pesky factor at that. A bullet here, a slip of the blade there, and the idea began to become less irritating with each pool of blood.
When approached by Ammity for the slaughtering of yet another innocent, and Kronen just... snapped. He equipped the knives clipped to his waist and drove them into his mentor’s torso with unparalleled force. Kronen , being a man of opportunity, robbed the body of an old necklace, a cobalt cross on a titanium chain, and a butterfly knife. Dawning his favorite attire, a customized variation of a SS soldier battle gear and night vision gas mask, he looked back to the body. *Did it move? Couldn’t ha-*
A gunshots rang out. Ammity had pulled the trigger of a small firearm he had slipped in his pocket earlier that morning off of a deceased tribal. The bullets tore through Kronen’s lungs. An impulsive and swift flick of the wrist sent, yet another, blade flying into Ammity’s head. Kronen painstakingly made way to the Autodoc. He needed immediate medical treatment or he, too, would die. If not of internal bleeding, or shock, then suffocation.
To say the Autodoc did its job is questionable. It saved Kronen’s life, but could only do so by redirecting air circulation form his gas mask directly to his lungs. That mask was now a permanent part of him. A constant reminder of that night.
When he awoke from the heavy sleep he had been in, which was caused by a strong sedative injected by the mechanic medical unit, Kronen collected the rest of his belongings; a 50 cal. sniper rifle and a replenishment his small arsenal in blades. He, rather sorely, travelled to the shores of the continent, and took a vessel towards the American Wasteland. Long periods of constant meditation filled most of the time it took to arrive, the rest was combat training.
The ship arrived in a foreign land once called Connecticut. It was all but impressive. Years passed and Karl gained knew knowledge and understanding of the landscape in the American Wasteland. He settled in the Empire Wasteland, being how he enjoyed the scenery; the suffering of the lower beings here was the most entertaining of the other sections and the crumbled buildings were, in their own way, beautiful.
His occupancy was a rusted out office building along the inner city. He had few visitors, and most never returned to see the light of day. Some rumors say he is in with the raiders, other say he is a covert intelligence agent for the Enclave or the Common’s. Who is to say, maybe he is all of the above. Anything to fire another burst if lead into someone.
This is the life so far of the masked demon of Karl Ruprecht Kronen. Years of death wait him... as does an eternity in the pits of hell where he belongs.
Denied
I feel bad for denying such a good application XD
Its just, i'd rather you didn't have the mask stuck to your face. Seems weird the Auto-Doc would so such a thing. Also, your RP example should relate to your character, and you have to reread the rules :3
#IDeniedStaff
IGN: DragonOptic
Gender: Male
Age: 14
Have you read the rules: I have, but I dont remember them because it is 2 am when you are telling me to make this app. And lately i am pinching pennies, money is hard to come by unless I get it illega- I mean... What?
Have you read the lore: I have, yes
RP Experience: Sins of Our Fathers, FallCraft, OWB, and some Elder Scrolls server a while back.
Fallout Experience: I have played Fallout, Fallout 3, New Vegas, and read the wiki a good bit.
Define Meta Gaming: Using information obtained OOC and using it in any way IC.
Define Power Gaming: Claiming an unreasonable act without consent of other players. For instance: *Fires one bullet and kills 5 men plus a unicorn*
IC -
Name: Karl Ruprecht Kronen
Gender: Male
Age: Unknown
Race: Human
Appearence: 6ft. 2, Black and red ss battle armor, black and gold mask, tall black boots
Signifying Traits: SS Battle gear infused to internal organs, and a strong german accent.
Signifying Skills: Magnificent marksman, capable in melee, remarkable tactical observation.
S.P.E.C.I.A.L.'s:
(40 points to distribute, maxes out on 10)
Strength- 6
Perception- 7
Endurance- 5
Charisma- 4
Intelligence- 7
Agility- 7
Luck- 4
RP example:
*Kronen spots two potential kills in a building across the street and makes his way to the door. He leans up to it and listens*
Andrew: -eah, we’ll be making our move; 4 pm sharp. Louis has the guns, Arnold’s got the codes, we are all set here. The money will be ours on the hour!
Lance: Alright, boss! Whatever you s-say sir.
*Kronen kicks down the door and draws rifle*
Kronen: I suggest you try to kill me now, because in a few seconds you will both be dead.
Andrew: What the fu-
*Kronen fires a round into Andrew’s head, then loads another round into chamber*
Kronen: And now, it is your turn.
Lance: Oh dear, I will do whatever you want. Don’t kill me, please!
*Kronen shoots the goon*
Kronen: You pathetic slime, thinking I’d let you live when I have killed so many superior to you.
Biography:
Mortality is never quite as transparent as when you catch sight of him. Untold blood has been shed by such a man, no, not a man... not anymore. He is a true monster. Born in the smoldering remains of Berlin, young Kronen was deformed with such foulness that he was outcast from his family. Even as nothing more than a baby, wrath grew within him.
A traveling mercenary, by the name said to be Ammity, found the boy. He took pity on the boy; took him in as if his own. Throughout Karl’s whole childhood, he was morphed into one of the greatest assassins in the realm of New Germany. Alas, Ammity grew distant during Karl’s later years, for he more and more noticed within Kronen’s eyes a dark pleasure with every kill.
The idea of people was cute to Kronen, but they were just that. A though. A singular factor in the grand scheme. What a pesky factor at that. A bullet here, a slip of the blade there, and the idea began to become less irritating with each pool of blood.
When approached by Ammity for the slaughtering of yet another innocent, and Kronen just... snapped. He equipped the knives clipped to his waist and drove them into his mentor’s torso with unparalleled force. Kronen , being a man of opportunity, robbed the body of an old necklace, a cobalt cross on a titanium chain, and a butterfly knife. Dawning his favorite attire, a customized variation of a SS soldier battle gear and night vision gas mask, he looked back to the body. *Did it move? Couldn’t ha-*
A gunshots rang out. Ammity had pulled the trigger of a small firearm he had slipped in his pocket earlier that morning off of a deceased tribal. The bullets tore through Kronen’s lungs. An impulsive and swift flick of the wrist sent, yet another, blade flying into Ammity’s head. Kronen painstakingly made way to the Autodoc. He needed immediate medical treatment or he, too, would die. If not of internal bleeding, or shock, then suffocation.
The Doc did its job, if only it knew the mistake it made in reviving the vile beast. The body count could have ended. And yet, the machine, being only since the machine lacked a conscience, revived it.
When he awoke from the heavy sleep he had been in, which was caused by a strong sedative injected by the mechanic medical unit, Kronen collected the rest of his belongings; a 50 cal. sniper rifle and a replenishment his small arsenal in blades. He, rather sorely, travelled to the shores of the continent, and took a vessel towards the American Wasteland. Long periods of constant meditation filled most of the time it took to arrive, the rest was combat training.
The ship arrived in a foreign land once called Connecticut. It was all but impressive. Years passed and Karl gained knew knowledge and understanding of the landscape in the American Wasteland. He settled in the Empire Wasteland, being how he enjoyed the scenery; the suffering of the lower beings here was the most entertaining of the other sections and the crumbled buildings were, in their own way, beautiful.
His occupancy was a rusted out office building along the inner city. He had few visitors, and most never returned to see the light of day. Some rumors say he is in with the raiders, other say he is a covert intelligence agent for the Enclave or the Common’s. Who is to say, maybe he is all of the above. Anything to fire another burst if lead into someone.
This is the life so far of the masked demon of Karl Ruprecht Kronen. Years of death wait him... as does an eternity in the pits of hell where he belongs.
OOC -
IGN:Exspellio
Gender:male
Age:15
Have you read the rules: yes, i am very frugal
Have you read the lore:Yes
RP Experience: 3 fallout servers, 2 elder scroll servers, 2 steampunk servers, and 1 misc fantasy server
Leadership Expierence: I used to run my own forum clan, and on another server, I ran a small faction
Why do you want to lead this faction:I love the commonwealth this server has. I have alway's like totalitarian orwellian rule. I have read 1984 a couple of times, and love the entire idea. I really hope I could lead the commonwealth
Fallout Expierence: I have played all of them
Define Meta Gaming: using information obtained out of character inside the Rp
Define Power Gaming: Using powers or abilities your IC character would never have
IC -
Name:Oliver Stark
Gender:Male
Age:37
Race:caucasian
Appearence:tall, thin, green eyes, always wears a suit
Signifying Traits:sociopathic, fanatic to the commonwealth, enigmatic
Signifying Skills:has a multitude of exprience with psychology, interrogation and other "applied" sciences.
S.P.E.C.I.A.L.'s:
(40 points to distribute, maxes out on 10)
Strength-4
Perception-9
Endurance-5
Charisma-4
Intelligence-10
Agility-6
Luck-0
RP example:
*the wastelander sat in the room, he was sitting at a plain desk, his hands tied behind him to the chair, the light was blaring into his eyes, he was confused, all he remembered was going to scout those "haunted" ruins, getting knocked unconscious, and then waking up here*
*as he was pondering this, a tall man in a suit opened the door, and walked into the room, something about the way the man held himself scared the man*
"well, hello there sir, might I have your name?" asked the man politely
*the man's politeness scared the wastelander even more, no sane person was polite in the wasteland
"C-c-carter, s-s-sir" stuttered the man
"ahh, carter, what a lovely name," replied the man "what a lovely name. So Carter, might I ask what you were doing stealing on our property?"
"P-p-property?" stumbled the man, scared out of his wits
"yes, property, this land belongs to us, and you were trespassing"
As he said this, the tall man's face grew stern
"and you do realize, mr. Carter, that this facility must maintain it's secrecy, so, I am afraid you may not leave, ever"
*at this, the tied man began to cry*
"D-D-Don't ki-kill me!!" he begged the man. At this plea, the man's face became almost insulted.
"kill you?!" he replied "we would never kill a man in cold blood sir. No, you shall be used to bring forth the good of the commonwealth. And I thank you for that"
*and with that, the suited man left, as he left, 2 men in lab coats entered, one of them injected a substance into the prisoners arm, and he fell unconscious immediately... He was never seen again*
Biography:
Oliver was born in the commonwealth "mainland". Here he was raised on a strict diet of learning, obedience and order. The waste can never survive without order. He was brought up with the finest schooling, tutelage and education available in the wasteland. His parent's, both scientists, gave him up to be brought up by the state, as they had busy lives serving the commonwealth. He was raised by the state, so that one day, he could repay the state with deeds, which he did, eagerly.
After first showing a hugely intelligent mind, and a natural aptitude for studying people, he was soon fast-tracked to a psychology, and soon became one of the foremost intellectual's applied to "curing" the insane, who believed the commonwealth evil, or corrupt. He performed this duty suitably, curing these people of there delusions and leading them on the true path.
It was only natural that when the call came out for workers to leave the mainland, and head out into the waste's to bring forth the commonwealth's order, that he be assigned to cure the multitude of deranged individuals of the wasteland. So, he went, and soon began gaining respect and power in the colony that they founded. He soon began taking the role of a leader of the colony, especially with the recently cured individual's that he dealt with personally. All throughout this time, he still remained loyal to the commonwealth. He was born loyal to the commonwealth, he grew up loyal to the common wealth, And he shall die, loyal to the commonwealth
Accepted
Very good application. A prime example of what an application should be!
Denied
I think we are looking for someone with more leadership abilities, and possibly better RP skills in general. However, you are still accepted into the ranks of the Commonwealth. Just PM what rank you wanted to have, and i'll give you a response on to if you could have that spot or not. But Leadership position might be a little much for now.
I sorry! Feel better, at least you got accepted once!