OOC - IGN: Naked_Cake Gender: Male Age: 6 and a half 19 Have you read the rules: Yes.. frugal blah blah idk what you mean Have you read the lore: Was long but a good read. RP Expierence: I have played servers such as OldWorldBlues, Commando/Revolvingocelot Vault RP, and I maybe something else. Fallout Expierence: I have had several playthroughs of Fallout 3 and New Vegas. I recently this year finished Fallout:Tatics Define Meta Gaming: Using info that you know out of character and using it in character. Breaking the 4th wall I believe. Define Power Gaming: Being overpowered. "I dodge your bullet and shoot mine, it curves around the wall and shoots you. Your face blows up and you're dead."
IC - Name: Israel Gender: Male Age: 37 Race: Human.
Appearance: White military coat with black leather boots. Not short but not long hair. Signifying Traits: Amazed by technology. Could spend days just looking at it. Its a low hanging fruit for him. Signifying Skills: Memory. Due to him not using drugs/chems in his life, he doesn't have the usual bad affects that they do to others who abuse them. S.P.E.C.I.A.L.'s: (40 points to distribute, maxes out on 10) Strength- 4 Perception- 6 Endurance- 5 Charisma- 8 Intelligence- 8 Agility-5 Luck-4
RP example: ((This is a different character, not Israel)) Raider Capt: Looks like we got one of those caravan arseholes. Lets see if they like our weapons, gang. Hehehe. *Readys gun* Scared Raider: I don't know boss, they have those fancy lasers.. Raider Capt: I didn't hear that, and you better hope I don't hear it again. Raider Pyro: Boss, we're going to need better equipment if we want to win against them..
Raider Capt: Both of you! Shut up.
Raider Strongman: Boss, we don- *Clhhhllhkkk*
The Raider Captain begins to choke the melee raider. He dies.
Raider Capt: Any other person want to.. interrupt?
The entire group replies at the same time: No sir!
Raider Capt: Good.. *Pulls out binoculars* Where did they go?! Grr. They got away. You are all going to get a beatdown!
Biography: (Shamelessly my old app I wrote for Fallout Wild Wasteland)) Israel was born in a trade/repair community. They owned the old high school so they owned all of the text books, and there were some audio tapes on reading. Israel was taught many things until the age of 20. Israel went of to scavenge some supplies to sell with his friends when they found the RobCo building. Jackpot! They went in to get things like oils and metals but soon found that there is a small army's worth of robots! He struck gold! He took apart the smaller robots for parts to repair the more intact robots. Once all of the robots were repaired he put them into pods to turn them on later.
After a day of hard work, he was worked out. He and his friends whole bodies were sore. They had greasy hair. They decided to drink some water and find a place to lie down. While walking around (painfully), they found a large room full of ghouls! Israel and his friends ran for their life! It was so painful! They made it out of the room and barricaded the door. The door started tearing down. "ACTIVATE THE ROBOTS!" His friend pulled a switch and every Gutsy and Sentry-bot in that room came to life. The ghouls broke through the door only to be disintegrated in plasma, lasers, and circular saws. The friends breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed a little. Applying numbing cream to stop the sores from hurting, and going to sleep in their new protection. His friends came back home in the commune but Israel decided to continue exploring and eventually going to the city. He heard things..
OOC - IGN: RootedApollo349 Gender: Male Age: 16 Have you read the rules: Yes Have you read the lore: Yes RP Expierence: I have tried a lot of different RP servers on minecraft some include Hunger Games, Fallout, Medieval and others and I've always tried to fit to the character that I am trying to portray trying to put myself in his shoes if you will seeing things or doing things that according to how I described his biography on how if he were a real person how he would do or say things Fallout Expierence: I've only played Fallout 3 and New Vegas like I said I did play on a couple of Fallout based minecraft servers Define Meta Gaming: Metagaming is like something in reality like a TV show or another video game (Besides Fallout of course) something that has happened in real life or on a TV show that affects the person decisions in the RP. Define Power Gaming: Power Gaming is pretty much making your character invincible.
IC - Name: Zac Downey Gender: Male Age: 23 Race: Human, White Appearence: 5,11, Dark brown hair, not really muscular but fit, a light tan Signifying Traits: a small scar on his right cheek Signifying Skills: it good with a gun and fast S.P.E.C.I.A.L.'s: (40 points to distribute, maxes out on 10) Strength- 7 Perception-5 Endurance-6 Charisma-5 Intelligence-5 Agility-8 Luck- 4
RP example: Zac walks into the classroom rubbing his eyes from not getting much sleep last night just hoping that the G.O.A.T isn't has bad as his mom and dad says it it. As he walks in the teacher Mr. Harris call for everyone to take a seat saying "Alright everybody today is the G.O.A.T I know everyone says its horrible but its not that bad" Zac's freind Chuck leans up from the desk behind him and whispers to him "Yeah right my this stupid test is how my dad got to be the janitor for this place and he's one of the smartest guys I know" Zac replies by saying "I'm just ready for it to be over with you remember in History they had to do something like this before the War like APB, AGT, no ACT thats it" "yeah I'm just ready to get this stupid test over with didn't they say couple of years they were going to open the Vault so we'll finally get to see whats going on above this place" "I know right I heard their was a huge city called New York around above thats buildings were so big that they reached into the clouds" "You been talking to Old Man Jenkins again that sounds like something he would make up" after Mr. Harris gets everyone quieted down he says all right ladies and gentleman lets start the G.O.A.T *After the Test* "Alright pencils down there it is the G.O.A.T not so bad was it" Chuck snickers, Mr. Harris glares at Chuck "All right Mr. Norris keep it to yourself class dismissed.
Biography: Zac grew up in Vault 183 along with his father Robert and his mother Katie when Zac was young he was always kind of a loner a shy child but as he got up in age he began to get rebellious and start hanging out with his friends more often while in the vault after the G.O.A.T he became a Maintenance man like his father but shortly after his father became ill and eventually passed after that his mother overcome with grief also fell ill and to died a few years after his mother passed the Overseer came to the conclusion to open the doors of the Vault when Zac opened his eyes to the world he saw a pre-war billboard that said live the American Dream he had learned about that during school about how it was about settling down finding a job and having a family and so that became is desire he was going to do it for his Mother and Father who did what he refereed to as the Vault Nightmare and this is were Zac's story ends For Now........ Thank you for reading my application and I hope you will let me continue this story on your server Thanks
Reread the rules, not to mention the RP example needs to be redone completely. Your biography was extremely short, and needs far more detail and such put into it. Not to mention, your whole application barely scratches our lore. It doesn't even say you came into Long Island. Its just, not really there for an application.
OOC - IGN: hugges2 Gender: Male. Age: 16 Have you read the rules: I'm very frugal I'll have you know. Have you read the lore: Yes, all of it. RP Experience: I have played on Lord of the Craft, one of the biggest roleplaying servers of minecraft. I have also played on RP servers of many other games. Fallout Experience: I have played Fallout 1, 2, 3, New Vegas, Tactics, and tried Van Buren. Define Meta Gaming: Meta Gaming is the action/process of someone using their out of game knowledge and making their characters know that information. E.G. [Insert Name] *Hides his ears to not show that he is an elf. [Character 2] "So you're an elf?" Define Power Gaming: Power Gaming is the action/process where you force your actions upon others without retaliation being allowed. It is similar to, but not exactly god mode.
IC - Name: Jacob Hoff Gender: Male Age: 23 Race: Human Appearance: A tall (6'5) young man who has brown hair, green eyes, a dirty face that he hardly washes, and is all around defensive about everything. Signifying Traits: He has a scar across his left cheek. Signifying Skills: He is a good shot with a basic rifle and can make a decent fire. S.P.E.C.I.A.L.'s: (40 points to distribute, maxes out on 10) Strength- 5 Perception- 7 Endurance- 5 Charisma- 7 Intelligence- 5 Agility- 6 Luck- 5
RP example: Jacob Hoff: "So you like hunting?" Eric Merin: "Yeah, I enjoy the thrill of the chase and the stalking your prey."
Jacob Hoff: "What do you normally hunt?"
Eric Merin: "Oh you know.... The usual Yao Guay, Molerats, Mirelurks, Dogs, Etc....."
Jacob Hoff: "What do you hunt for? Like skins, meat or to trade?"
Eric Merin: "To eat." *Eric begins to size Jacob up.
Jacob Hoff: "Why are you looking at me like that?"
Eric Merin: "There is one more thing I hunt....." *Eric grins devilishly.
Jacob Hoff: "Stop looking at me like that!"
*Eric pulls out his hatchet and attempts to strike Jacob but misses.
*Jacob bolts up and runs for his gun.
*Eric gets up and runs after Jacob attempting to slash at him with the hatchet.
*Jacob grabs his gun and begins to aim it at Eric.
* Eric chops his hatchet at the gun and cracks the barrel.
*Jacob throws the gun at Eric attempting to know the wind out of him.
*Eric gets hit by the gun and fall over.
*Jacob begins sprinting off, defenseless into the wastes. Biography: Jacob Hoff was born into a family of five living in their homestead in the Manhattan wastes. He was born to his dad Steven Hoff, his mom Melary Hoff, and had two siblings. His siblings were his older sister Katie Hoff, and his five minute older twin Daniel Hoff. He had a very basic wasteland childhood, and was never put in danger. When him and Daniel turned 16 They were taught by their dad to shoot rifles he had bought to defend their homestead from any raiders that had taken up residence about two miles away.
Jacob and Daniel were naturals. They quickly understood how to fire, aim, reload, and clean their new guns. They even received survival training from a caravan that stopped for two days for shelter at their home. They had a successful farm that was booming with caravan business. Eventually the nearby raiders began noticing the rise of caravans and caravan guards that were near their territory. They didn't like that.
The raiders began doing what they do best. Raiding. Every night raiders would come and attempt to attack the farm, and every time Jacob, Daniel, and Steven would shoot around three of them. After about two weeks of this, when a caravan was staying the night at the farm, the raiders came in full force. The Hoff men and caravan were able to drive them off but not until after they had managed to kill Katie. Bridled with rage Jacob and Daniel went to the raider hideout with their guns and four shrapnel grenades they had bought from the caravan.
They attacked at night. The plan was simple, role a grenade in each building after pulling the pin. They were successful in destroying the first three buildings. Their dad showed up after that. Everything went to hell. It turns out that the reason the damp was so unguarded is that another full on raid was going on at the farm house while they were raiding the raider camp. They blew up the last building, shot about two raiders that manged to get out before it blew up, and headed back to the farm.
When they got there the whole place was burning, all the brahmin were dead, and Melary was hanging from the side of the house. Jacob and Daniel even more filled with rage ran off back to the raider camp, their dad trailing behind them trying to stop them. When they arrived they unloaded a few shots into some raiders. One of the raiders began spraying bullets all over the place as Daniel and Jacob got behind cover. Their dad ran up the hill when a bullet shot right through his chest. He fell dead and rolled down the hill smacking into the same raider who shot him. Jacob and Daniel used this as the perfect chance to strike and shot the raider twice. The three remaining raiders unarmed and watching their leader die ran off into the wastes with Jacob trailing them. Daniel remained behind mourning for his father and mother.
Jacob lost contact with Daniel after that and began hunting the three raiders that escaped across the american wastes. If he got any leads he would follow them, if he thought they were raiders he would shoot them (but if there were too many he would get some kind of back up first), and whenever anyone would question why he was hunting these three men he would say, "The same reason a man arrests someone. Justice."
His adventures brought him back to the Manhattan wastes in search of his twin and on a lead that said the raiders started their own gang there.
OOC- IGN: TheMonkeyGame Gender:Male Age: 16 Have you read the rules:My frugal level is OVER NINE-THOUSAND. Have you read the lore:Yes, I have. RP Experience: I have played on multiple RP servers, most of which my friend, hugges2, brought me into. Most of them were medieval, futuristic, and (a couple of times) next-life types of role-play I have role-played with hugges2 'offline' on multiple occasions. Also role-played with him in DnD, Earth-Dawn and sometimes just to mess around when we were younger we would role-play our own scenarios. Fallout Experience Fallout 2, Fallout Tactics, Fallout 3, Fallout: New Vegas. Define Meta GamingMeta Gaming is the process of using out of game knowledge to the advantage of your character.: Define Power Gaming:Power Gaming is the action of forcing your character’s actions on another in a way that they can’t fight back, or respond. IE; *throws stone at <Player> and hits him square in the head.* There is no room for him to respond. A better way would be ; *rolls his shoulder back, readying himself to throw the stone.*
IC - Name:Daniel Hoff Gender:Male Age:23 Race:Human Appearance: At first sight, Daniel would seem very solemn, scarred by a history that he is ashamed to bear. He is 6’1” in height and has a forest green tint to his eyes. His hair is of a deep brown, it seems wild and unkempt. Signifying Traits:He twitches on occasion, suffering from PTSD after the raider onslaught that happened six years in the past. Signifying Skills:Ever since the raider onslaught happened, Daniel has succumbed to what is usually known as blind rage. Fits of terror so bad, he doesn't even know what he is doing until its over.
S.P.E.C.I.A.L.'s: S-4 P-6 E-7 C-5 I-8 A-5 L-5
Daniel: *Daniel opens his eyes groggily, waking to the rising sun.*
Daniel:“Bah, slept in again..”
Daniel:*stretches widely, shaking off the remaining grasp of sleep*
[Hooded] Leonardo:“ ‘Old t’right thar’.. “ *raises a gun, pointing it directly at the bridge of Daniel’s nose.*
[Hooded] Leonardo:*Leonardo’s gun seems to be on safety.*
Daniel:*Briefly looks over the gun staring him in the face, noticing the safety pin.* “God dam-”
[Hooded] Leonardo: “Shaddup!” *extends his arm quickly, holding the gun closer to Daniel.*
Leonardo: *Lowers his hood with his free-arm.*
Daniel:*Lets out a long drawn out sigh.* “I thought I ditched your sorry ass back in that old sewer system?”
Leonardo: “Obviously not fer’ good.” *pulls the hammer of the gun back. Resonating a distinct ‘Klack’ from the gun.*
Daniel:*Chuckles briefly.* “I see you still have that P.o.S. of a gun..”
Leonardo:*Slightly distracted, looks at the gun briefly, turning it over in his hands.* “. . .”
Leonardo:“Shaddup! Yoo’ know ‘vut I ‘vant!” *Gestures to Daniel’s knapsack with his gun.*
Daniel:*Glances over at the knapsack through the corner of his eye.* “Go n’ get it then..”
Leonardo:*Eyes over the bag, then stares back at Daniel* “No, yoo’ must open it. Yoo’ might’ve trapped it.”
Daniel: *Jokingly brings his hands up against his cheeks in a ‘lovey-dovey’ way* “You know me so well!”
Daniel:*Slowly stands up, his tiredness still clinging to his legs.* “Sadly..” *Reaches into the knapsack pulling out a shiny object* “You were wrong.” *Aims the shiny object at Leonardo, the object turns out to be a gun.*
Leonardo: *Tries to pull the trigger, but the safety pin was engaged*
Daniel:*Tries to shoot Leonardo in the leg*
Leonardo:*The bullet grazes his kneecap, still causing excruciating pain. The blow caused Leonardo to fall to the ground*
Leonardo:*Quickly disables the safety pin, and fires upwards. Slightly blinded by the pain.*
Daniel: *Leonardo’s bullet nails him straight in the shoulder* “Gah!”*Daniel cries out in pain*
Daniel: *Puts his left boot on Leonardo’s chest, while aiming the gun at his head.* “Now, I’m a kind person.,” *Breathes in deeply* “So I offer you this..” *Gestures with his free-hand over toward Leonardo gun* “Hand over the gun, and start walking.”
Leonardo:*Squirms in agony.* “But ‘ow do I know yoo’ ‘von’t shoot me in tha’ back?” *Sighs, failing at wriggling his wounded leg free*
Daniel:*Presses down harder with his left foot.* “You don’t.”
Leonardo:“Al’ight, al’ight!” *Moves his hands above his head, grabbing the gun and tossing it toward Daniel* “Fine! Le’me up!”
Daniel:*Catches the gun and releases the pressure on his chest, he follows up by lifting his foot up and placing it on the ground.* “Start movin’.“
Leonardo:*Quickly bolts up and scuttles off to Daniels left, trying to escape the aim of his gun.*
Daniel: *Twitches slightly.*
Daniel:*Cups his second hand against the gun, aiming at Leonardo’s chest*
Leonardo: *Briefly turns his head, to see if Daniel is still aiming at him.*
Leonardo:*Notices the gun and begins sprinting faster.*
Daniel: *Pulls the trigger, sending the bullet flying.* “I don’t leave survivor’s” *He mutters to himself*
Leonardo:*The bullet grazes his thigh.* “Aio!” *He exclaims as he jumps behind a building and continues running off into the distance, leaving Daniel behind.*
Daniel Hoff was born into a relatively small family of five, his family living off the land in a homestead outside the boundaries of Manhattan. His family included his father, Steven, his mother, Melary, his older sister, Katie, and his five minute younger brother, Jacob. Daniel usually kept to himself in his childhood. Sitting on a dead Sycamore tree, reading a book that was charred around the edges, constituted to Daniel as a ‘normal’ day. On Daniel and Jacob’s sixteenth birthday, their father had bought them two rifles so they could defend themselves and their homestead from ‘predators’ as his father called them.
Jacob came naturally to it, although Daniel didn't. However if you ask Jacob, he would say the opposite. To Daniel, the only thing that he was worried about, was aiming. He couldn't hit a target like Jacob could. After their father taught them everything he had to offer, he suggested to learn from the Caravan merc’s. Picking off bits and pieces of advice from the passing merc’s proved useful. Months later their farm started to grow, along with business. Gaining capital income from the Caravan like a gun-shop to a raider. The nearby ‘predators’ started to notice their substantial growth and didn't take too kindly to the thought of them gaining popularity.
The raiders noticed them and began to plan out their schemes. At first only three were sent to do the ‘business’, their leader thinking that they wouldn't defend themselves all that well. Roughly two weeks later, a Caravan was scheduled to stay the night there. Much to the Raider’s surprise, this was scheduled on the same day they had planned to attack. The Raiders rushing in, saw Katie feeding the Brahmin. Katie turned to run when a raider jumped from the shack and slit her throat wide open. Adrenaline pumping, Daniel and Jacob, began to push them back with the help of the Caravan merc’s. Only to find out that Katie had died in the process the next day.
Before the Caravan left, Jacob had bought four charges of a low-grade plastic explosive. Jacob planned an ambush, attack at night around 11:00PM when their guard was at their lowest. Jacob, reminding Daniel of the rage he had encumbered the previous night, convinced Daniel to come along. Besides the time, the plan was simple. Use the explosives to blow up their main buildings. Bunkers first, food supply last. Daniel had a gut feeling that something was wrong with the amount of people in the camp, and he was right.
Back at the homestead, the hit the fan. Raiders burned down the crops, and killed all the Brahmin, and hung Melary through the window. Once Jacob and Daniel reached the homestead, hoping to get a good night’s rest, found that their entire ten acres burnt, desecrated, and defiled. Daniel, experiencing something he had never felt before, Hell-bent rage. All of his life work, now ruined. Most of his immediate family, dead. He and Jacob began to run back to the Raider’s camp to completely level the place. A raider, high off of jet, began to spray bullets in their general direction. Daniel, blinded by rage did not notice his father behind him who was shot up like the holes in swiss cheese.
Snapping back to reality, Daniel noticed his father, lying dead on the ground. Jacob and Daniel quickly finished the raider his leader. Daniel jogged toward his father and began weeping over his limp body. Now feeling emotions again he began to not only cry for his father, but for his mother and sister too.
As Daniel mourned, Jacob took his anger and frustration to more drastic methods, leaving his brother Daniel behind and tracking the three raiders that escaped. Staying back in Manhattan, Daniel began to do what he thought his family would want him to do. Doing what is right, and trying to gain honor from dead relatives...
OOC - IGN: Botar Gender: Male Age: 18 Have you read the rules: Yes Have you read the lore: Yerp RP Expierence: I have played on a few RP server and I have spent a good amount of time on servers like Lord of the craft
Fallout Expierence: I have played both fallout 3 and fallout : New vegas and read a bit of the lore
Define Meta Gaming: Meta gaming is when some one uses information they got through ooc means for IC gain ex : Tommy heard over team speak that some raiders hid a huge stash of stuff at a spot, he then goes in character and looks the entire stash even though its ICly hidden deep in raider lands and hidden behind a 5-pin pass code
Define Power Gaming: Power gaming is say using In-game mechanics for IC purposes that dont make sense ( Say some one who is Rply just a small time water farmer, knowing how to make high tech weapons, tools, and know how to fight off hordes of enemies ) or say using there roll play to shut down others in a unrealistic and unfair advantage ( "Tommy jumps over the five armed raiders flawlessly even though they just had him at gunpoint, pulling out his duel 9mm pistols shooting each of them perfectly in the head to they die instantly, then doing a 360 degree spin and landing perfectly on his feet, and get a 10 from the Russian Judge, even though he has a busted leg and a broken arm )
IC - Name: Fredrick Amadias Gender: Male Age: 26 Race: Human Appearence: Around 5'9, a average build, and a tanned complexion, also a well maintained and trimmed facial hair monstrosity Signifying Traits: curious, lazy at times, quick to anger/ quick to forgive, spacey Signifying Skills: Minor mechanical skill, High science/medical skills, Decent shot, low survival skill, addictive personality, Very VERY lucky S.P.E.C.I.A.L.'s: (40 points to distribute, maxes out on 10) Strength- 3 Perception- 4 Endurance- 4 Charisma- 7 Intelligence- 8 Agility- 4 Luck- 10
RP example: "Come on, come on!" Fredrick comes to wonder how he always seems to get sucked into these situations, and always seeming to be put on the spot. Just walking back to the fort after a night of a few less then pure intentions and some random farmers come running up to him, seeing the FotA symbol on his back and screaming for help. From what they told him, some one got hit by a gecko and was bleeding, what they did NOT tell him was it was a fire gecko, and fire gecko bites cause hallucinations, which causes the farmer who was bitten to think he was a bird, jump out of the bed they put him on, and smash his head on a near by table. Now while he stays in this small room, trying to stop the bleeding of this poor mans head, there stands outside the room, three angry and upset farmers, and one big enough to tear off his head with his little finger, and holding a ax that would make a mutant blush. He applies pressure to the mans head, bringing the bleeding to a small trickle
which is good, him writhing on the floor and speaking in gibberish was not. Many thoughts ran through his head til a light clicked on, as he tore into his jacket pocket and smiled as his fingers locked around the plunger of a stimpack. He finished wrapping the farmers head in a dirty bandage and constrained his hands using the rest of the cloth. While the man ranted and raved and squawked he began to clean the bite on his leg, and then jammed the stims needle deep into his wound, watching as the man slowly calmed down and began to lie in a tranquil slumber.
Fredrick wiped his forehead and smiled, popping a tab from the bottle of buffout in his other pocket, and throwing it into his gullet like a bit of candy. He then examined the room, saw a few caps resting on a table and picking a few up for himself ( Business expenses ) and boldly leaving the room and heading back to the Mormon fort for a stiff drink and some well deserved RnR.
Biography: Fredrick Amadias is a man who has spent most of his life being very ,very lucky considering the world around him, however as of now, his luck may have run out. Fredrick grew up in a small farming community with his mother, father and siblings, in the Nevada area, and a stones throw away from the strip. Once the NCR came in, preaching democracy and what not, he did not really pay attention, what DID catch his eye was the Followers of the Apocalypse, and a woman within it that he would have liked to get to know better. At the ripe age of 18 he then joined the FotA in a attempt to get closer to her ( and failing ) Yet still staying on, as seeing he could pick up quite a few useful skills. Fast forward four years and events have come, and gone and yet Fredrick was still pretty much the same, spacey, sorta useless, and a Charming ( or so he thinks ) farm boy. This, plus a few "accidents" which has left a less then stellar mark on the rest of the group, he was picked, along with a few select others for a very serious mission. To head eastward and to spread the ideas and teachings of the Fota! Now Fredrick did not mind this really, in his time in the vegas area he has made some, dear, dear... enemies. And a friend or two, and his family had long since disowned him so he really had no ties to this place anymore. Thus with a nod, a wink and a few supplies and "Special" supplies he headed off with a few other followers and a caravan and heading off to see more of this wonderful, beautiful and glowing (green ) world. This is where things went south. Fast forward another two years and we come to the group having traveled through most of, and what remained of the united states of america, having seen many things and taught a little. Having a little less then half of there original numbers, they stopped on the border of a place called "Rhode " as far as he could tell, and the reason they where stopped is they ran into a large group of what appeared men in powered tin cans. After some talking with these people everything was going well, that was until some other men in powered tin cans decided to come by and ruin the little get together. The lights sounds, and noises where deafening and in the panic of it all Fredrick had hidden under a overturned cart, and waited until the battle was over, which ended as quickly as it began. When all was said and done, everyone had been either killed or run off, leaving poor Fredrick alone and scared, with no friends, caravan and only himself for company and a new land in front of him. He gulped, and scavanged about, grabbing some food, and medical supplies and a .44 magnum and a knife from one of the bodies and with another wink and nod, entered this new land with one thought on his mind.
"I need a drink."
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"Back Zombie Back or i'l beat ya with a flower!"- my first day of mine craft
Sorta the same reason as your friend but without the faction being made. To be honest, i like both of your applications, so feel free to have him correct what needs to be done and you'll both be accepted.
Also, making your font bigger doesn't make it longer
It didn't make a lot of sense .-.
Mind you, it wasn't bad i guess, but you didn't read the rules, more than likely didn't read the lore, and having the whole FotA beginnings to caravan trip didn't make any sense either. You didn't properly escalate the story.
Very well, I understand your point with the story and the lore, as I had trouble finding a proper lore page ( no offense, just a little anti-moron friendly ._. ) but what about the rules? I thought I did a decent description of meta/power gaming
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"Back Zombie Back or i'l beat ya with a flower!"- my first day of mine craft
Very well, I understand your point with the story and the lore, as I had trouble finding a proper lore page ( no offense, just a little anti-moron friendly ._. ) but what about the rules? I thought I did a decent description of meta/power gaming
Your power/meta gaming definitions aren't the issue, its the rule part. Just go read those, and you'll understand. And i believe everything else was covered by Jack over skype.
Name: Dimitri Alexandrov
Appearence: Old Duster with Peters Republic Patch, Rugged Russian Army Boots, Peters Republic Uniform with some patches and repairs, 5’11 height, built and fit body, Dark Brown Hair, Dark Blue Eyes
Signifying Traits: stubborn, Ambitious, religious, patriotic “for Peters Republic”
Signifying Skills: Stealth, Interrogation, Perceptive Eye, Unarmed Fighting, Survival
(40 points to distribute, maxes out on 10)
Rp Example: ALREADY ACCEPTED
Biography: Early Years – Dimitri Alexandrov was born on the day of May 1st of the year 2250 in the hospital room of St. Petersburg, Russia’s best hospital, his doctor was a proud socialist of Peters Republic. Dimitri Alexandrov never knew his parents; he never sucked on the breast of his mother and never learned how to be a man from his father. The Chudov Orphanage taught everything Dimitri needed to know as a child, either it being civilized at the table or the respecting of higher ranked individuals. Without knowing his actual parents and having to accept this from the beginning of his childhood he came to the consensus that only true men were born without the support of a family (this would be explained later). Dimtri’s childhood consisted of learning in the Socialist Learning Academy and playing games with his best friend Yuri. Dimitri and Yuri did everything together, whether it be stealing bread from an old man or pretending to hunt two-headed bears with fake wooden rifles. Dimtri’s childhood was going well as all socialist kids of Peters Republic lives were until the age of 15 when conflict between Peters Republic and The Brotherhood of Moscow, a communist organization, had arisen. Life at War – War would eventually become daily life for Dimitri, the communist/ socialist revolution of 2065 lasted 10 years and during those years Dimitri would only know the bringing of war. Dimitri and Yuri, both drafted into the same division, were privates sent to Velikey Novgorod to stand protecting in case of an attack by the communists. Living in Velikey Novgorod was a horrible and boring time for Dimitri, nothing to do and especially nothing to eat. All the food went to the people of St. Petersburg while the troops had makeshift ty farms that were ruined whenever winter hit. Adjusting to the winters well, Dimitri saved a fourth of all his meals to be kept until winter comes; by saving his food he would be the liveliest person in Velikey Novgorod and to everyone’s surprise. One day, while eating the food he had been storing, he overheard one of the commanders talking about a group of mildly ranked communist troops a few miles outside of Novgorod. Dimitri wanted to make a name for himself within the army, and at such a young age many would not see him as someone to be respected in the military. Dimitri strived to prove them wrong and as soon as he had heard he went to Yuri to tell him of his plan. Yuri seemed hesitant at first but after some convincing he decided that it would be a fine risk to take and make it out to tell the story. That night Yuri and Dimitri sneaked out of the camp and out of Novgorod to head 5 miles down south, the night was cold and long but eventually they reached a hill which showed the light of campfire just above it. They climbed the hill and peaked their heads over the hill picking their guns from their backs and aimed to fire. What many didn’t know, and what Dimitri didn’t know was that he was quite the good shot. When Yuri whispered “agonn(fire)” They had both fired some 50 rounds per gun. Dimitri watched his shots and counted at least 2 head shots, Yuri also killed two communists. The camp was quite large, not as big as the one in Novgorod but close, and the troops that got away seemed to head towards one direction. After a few minutes of waiting, groups of 2 ran rounds in the camp with guns that seemed loaded searching for Dimitri and Yuri. Dimitri and Yuri stayed quiet for a little and went back to firing at scattered amounts of camp soldiers. Yuri and Dimitri were out of rounds to fire and only killed about 7 soldiers behind the hill during the night. For the rest of the day they sat waiting for night to strike, they sat behind the hill preparing to enter and assassinate whoever they could during nighttime. When nightfall came and about 3 hours in many soldiers went to bed and the 2 that remained conversed at the fire. Dimitri and Yuri called their kill and sneaked around the hill behind the communists, at sync they attacked the Communists with their knives and left them to lay around the fire. The night went well and about half of the camp was assassinated until one man had enough time to scream while being murdered, this woke the rest of the camp and Dimitri and Yuri retreated. The same process happened the following night, but this time they had faced off with a communist commander in his tent. Yuri had entered the tent sneaking while Dimitri waited outside and would follow in after the assassination. Yuri lifted the knife into the air and as he was swinging to strike the back of the commander the commander swiftly rolled out of his chair to the side taking a knife out of his pocket. This seemed as the end for Yuri, cornered by a communist commander would be no easy task to complete. Dimitri seeing everything from the outside had rushed in to help, jumping onto the commander and sticking the knife forcefully into the commander’s neck. The commander screamed, but being the last communist in the camp it didn’t matter anymore. Yuri joined in stabbing the guts of the commander repeatedly and then going for his heart, it was a blood bath. Yuri and Dimitri then, succeeding in their attempt to make a name for themselves, collected the dog tags and badges of the communist troops to prove that they had killed them. Dimitri secretly packed the head of the commander into his bag for extra proof if needed. The trip back to Velikey Novgorod was a time of man bonding between Yuri and Dimitri, after this nothing could seem to break them apart. When reaching Novgorod the commander was furious but after seeing the dog tags and head of commander he was enthralled. The night of their return was filled with booze and celebration, the most food they would receive ever on a Novgorod winter day.
Both being sent back to St. Petersburg to receive their military awards and congratulations from the Prime Headmaster of Peters Republic, they were at the same time being examined for possibly joining a neo-Spetsnaz training group that was re-founded due to the finding of Spetsnaz training files when decoding terminals. With the military looking at the boys as prime candidates for the issuing, they were accepted and forced into the first Neo-Spetsnaz training course. Three years they spent training their minds, bodies, fighting skills, and proving their patriotism to Peters Republic. Those three years of hardship eventually turned Yuri and Dimitri and ready cold blooded killers. When the Spetsnaz training was complete they received their badges and next commands in the socialist/ communist Revolution, to head to Velikey Novgorod to stop the attack of oncoming communists. The battle for Novgorod would be remembered as one of the bloodiest battles in the revolutions history, this would be the proving point for either communists or socialists. After months of battle Peters Republic was pushed out of Novgorod along with its mightiest fighters, Dimitri and Yuri. Both men were forced to leave the battlefield with the commanding officers worried to lose their best men in battle. The communists continued to push Peters Republic and eventually reached the borders of St. Petersburg. Days had gone by, both armies ready for what would be the last stand of the socialists. With the Prime Headmaster already fleeing the country and without major military intelligence remaining, Dimitri and Yuri did what they were taught to do and so they fought. The battle went back and forth and Peters Republic, at one point, thought that they may have hope. It was unknown, but it felt as a year had passed, the communists fell full force onto St. Petersburg burning down everything in their way and leaving Peters Republic to extinction. Dimitri and Yuri, some of the last men in battle, had decided that they did not want to die to communist scum this early in their life. They had escaped the battlefield shaming the soldiers they passed and forever shaming themselves as warriors. The war was over, eventually Dimitri and Yuri heard the news that communism was in full command of New Russia. The Trip through Europe – Dimitri and Yuri, after months of travelling, ended up in the city of Tallin in the Slavo-Wastes. Dimitri and Yuri did not know what their next plan was so many suggested to Germany for a larger view of what was New Europe. For some months they travelled meeting Socialist allies until they arrived to the Socialist Mother land of New Europe. Germany seemed just as back home did, just no one spoke Russian. Finally, after days of searching, Dimitri and Yuri found a Russian speaking man who could help them on what to do next. The topic of conversation was America and that Britain had accomplished creating working ships to head west. The man said that the revamp of these ships would happen in about a year, and so Dimitri and Yuri were on their way to New England. The travelling was once again full of learning of cultures and traditions, but now socialism began to seem less of a thing and more of a topic. Finally reaching Bristol in exactly a year’s time, both Yuri and Dimitri were granted seats onto the boat and were headed for America. Arival, Training, and the Moving –
Dimitri and Yuri arrived in Boston Massachusetts and headed for a place called Charlestown. The Land was so much different than Europe, everything seemed much more worse and so slightly held together. The night that Dimitri and Yuri arrived they had found a bunker in Charlestown which seemed ravaged and scavenged and ruined by someone angry. While searching, they came across a room which contained 24 cryogenic chambers and in them were mostly dead men. But there was one, in the middle of the line, that was still working. Yuri broke the glass and let the man out, he was Russian. He had been a member of the KGB that came to America in secret to find out about Power Armor, when arriving to America the 24 KGB men were captured and taken to be cryogenically tested on the prototype chambers. Only one chamber survived and only one KGB member survived, he was a man of Pre-War. The man was so grateful for seeing his brothers that he and they decided that it would be in the benefit to travel together even though he was a communist. The only thing that stood in the way between the KGB man being killed by Dimitri and Yuri was that he was from pre-war and did not attend in present affairs. Yuri, Dimitri, and their KGB friend lived together in Charlestown for 3 years were the man taught them English, college intelligence, and further advances in stealth/ stealth fighting. When this training was over, they had decided to head south and eventually reached providence. Living in Providence for three years, they began to adjust to American Post-War life. Life became simple for the three; they had no business with the Brotherhood of steel or Commonwealth people who were seen in almost every corner of the Massachusetts Wastes. The occasional raider did not stand a chance against the manipulation and skill of the three Russian warriors. Eventually they moved lower into New London for a year and began to see age hit the KGB man hard, he became more frequently tired and occasionally coughed up blood but they moved on. After living in New London they moved lower into Bridgeport, Connecticut and stayed there for 2 years trying to help their KGB friend. After endless trying and failure the KGB man died and was given a proper burial while Dimitri read words from a religious Orthodox Christian handy book. When Dimitri moved to America he became close with Religion, he followed the ways of a mix between Greek Mythology and Orthodox Christian. Yuri had always said that he could start his own church but knowing that they would move it would be pointless. The only reason he mixed Greek Mythology is was because the KGB man taught him much about them during the training in Charlestown and it made Dimitri interested. After about a year of travel and having passed Manhattan, which they scavenged, and travelling through the emptiness which was Long Island they had reached the town of Babylon were they would once again restart.
What faction do you fell is made up? I'm wondering so I may fix it.
You can edit what you say, you know. Anyway, i felt as though the three raiders you added in towards the end was a made up faction. You can't really RP them being there, if nobody is them. So you'll have to actually go and get someone to do it, or just not use them as a goal in RP. I believe i messaged your friend about this already, ask him about it further.
Why yes, i do remember you Qwerty! And its a question to get to know my player base on just a bit more of a personal level. And to spot Eva's.
Anyway, i have some problems with your application. Your traits, aren't really expanded upon. Yes, they are from the game, however the traits section is moreso for things you inherit from parents and such. Your skills are things you are good at, not tag skills (which is what i'm assuming you did).
Your RP example was fine, however your bio lacked to some degree. Firstly, it didn't expand enough on his childhood, i would say. Or his adulthood for that matter. Why did the Mayor hate him?
Also, you didn't once mention where you were, or how you got to Long Island if not already there.
We'll post some more Long Island lore in a moment, and you can read it moreso to understand the server a bit.
This wasn't very good. You didn't mention long island, you didn't use our format, and you didn't read the lore or rules. What year do you even think this server takes place in, cause it sure as hell isn't 2109 XD
The Meaning of Life, the Universe, and Everything.
YET ANOTHER BIO CHANGE
Have you read the rules: I don't like fruit by the foot, I like frugal by the foot.
Have you read the lore: Yeah.
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.
Name: Jason Reaves
Race: African-wastel- black. Just a black guy.
Appearance: Jason keeps his hair short and neat. He is tall, and lean. His eyes are relaxed, yet aware. His ears are short, and rounded at the tops. His beard is ragged, and rough, stretching back to where his chin ends, and his neck begins. He wears a green trench coat, and bears a machete on his back. Jason sports an off-white undershirt, with a strap across his chest, attached to his machete's sheathe. The trench coat has a hood attached, that Jason rarely uses.
Signifying Traits: When in a dead-quiet environment, and Jason blinks, you can slightly hear what sounds like mechanical parts moving very quickly. When Jason is seen eating you can sometimes hear a clicking noise, as if a paper clip has struck another. Jason counts everything, for no apparent reason. Tallies things up, most of which are useless. For the most part, Jason is a very compassionate person. He only gets angry when he is (A.) being shot at, or (B.) being ****** with.
Signifying Skills: He can use terminals better than most, some of which have been using them for decades. He has always been able to make himself, and others laugh. He has the amazing ability to wait for outstandingly long times. Also, he has lazer eyes.
Biography: Jason was an android. His first memories used to start at assembly. One day he seemed to just wake up. Upon his first moments of consciousness he realized a few things. One; he wasn't alone in the room. Two; he didn't have skin. Three; he wasn't in pain. A voice came over a P.A. system, "Okay, we're almost set for these new models to be sent out. XK-109, rise. Jason found himself arising for some reason. Jason looked around at the dismantled androids around him. He made a note of that. The voice's volume went up. "XK-109, speak,"
"Hello," said Jason, XK-109. He was completely confused. "Where am I?"
"The Commonwealth," replied the man behind the voice. Jason took a note of this as well; "The Commonwealth"
"Okay, XK-109, I'm going to have you perform a few tests. All of which will be of the most importance. Think you can handle it?" said the man.
"I believe, so. Do you have a name?" Jason had been wondering this the entire time.
"Oh, yes, I am Thomas Reaves," said Thomas.
"Do I have a name?" asked Jason.
"Yes, it is Jason. Jason Reaves," said Thomas.
Jason then asked Thomas a select number of follow up questions. Thomas went on to explain what he did, what Jason was, and what would be done with him. Then, as he promised, Jason completed the tests. Although, Jason complied willingly with Thomas, he greatly wanted to run. Thomas had informed him that he was a new type of android that would be the same as all other androids; a slave. Thomas told Jason to walk into the next room, and would be nearly a finished model, as the rooms purpose was fit Jason with a layer of skin, as the the fibers that acted as muscles were already in place. A mirror was brought down by a mechanical arm holding a mirror. Jason gazed at himself for the first time. Everything matched his records of humans; how they looked, and how they felt.
"Please, Jason, take a seat in the chair at the center of the room," said Thomas. Jason walked to the center, but saw no chair. As he was about to say something the floor opened up beneath him. He fell nearly thirty feet. He was afraid to move, in fear of broken limbs. He got up anyway to see that a man was standing next to him, now. The man outstretched his hand, and said, "Hello, I am Thomas!"
Jason slowly outstretched his hand as well. "Hello, uh...Jason, I guess..."
Thomas went on to explain that Jason, being a new model, did better than any other android on the market. Because of this Jason would not become a slave, but would be brought on as a partner with Thomas. Of course, because Jason wasn't a slave he could have refused. However, Jason did not refuse. He was however, concerned for his new partner's well being, in the fact that Thomas had technically stolen Jason from the Institute. Thomas said that there was no trace left that Jason was ever created, and there was actually a replacement made. Thomas also stated that Jason's model was created by Thomas, and there were no others like Jason.
For over two years he and Thomas lived together, ate together, and worked together. He and Thomas couldn't sleep together, because Jason didn't sleep. Even though, Thomas had assured Jason time-and-time-again that there was nothing to worry about; he still felt apprehensive around other members of the Institute. He believed that someone knew, and was just waiting for the right time to strike.
One day as Thomas and Jason were finishing up a new android, a man came to their door. The man spoke in a hushed voice to Thomas. Thomas nearly sprinting in, started going on about how the "Railroad" had arrived. Jason, as confused as ever, kept asking what in the hell he was talking about. Thomas explained what that the "Railroad" was a system of people that were uncountably generous, and would take Jason to a place where he could live and never be forced into slavery, ever. Jason became angry with him, wanting to know why he would need their services. Thomas said that the people who ran the Institute had found out his intentions of setting Jason free, and were going to apprehend Thomas, and either terminate Jason, or enslave him. Understanding the situation, Jason quickly gathered his belongings, and joined the man outside their door.
The man ushered Jason into a back alley, and shoved a small metal device into his neck, resulting in Jason shutting down. Jason was reactivated in a small dark room, strapped to a chair. The man, and a woman he hadn't seen, stood before him. They went into full detail telling him where he would be going, how they were getting there, and when they would get there. Jason then asked why he was strapped to a chair. They reluctantly told him that all of his memories would be wiped, and replaced. He pleaded with them to let him keep his memories of Thomas, and the Institute. They denied any plea. After a time of pleading, Jason accepted his fate.
Jason was activated next in a place called Long Island. He was alone in the wasteland. He had no memory of anything from the Institute. He had memories of a childhood in a place called Megaton. It was there that he witnessed the lone wanderer disarm a bomb, and fix the water purifier. After hearing of a great land far away he began to walk. After many years of traveling he had finally made it to a small town called Babylon. It was there that he assumed the position of courier, under the man that owned the radio station. Jason worked there for eight years. One day his employer had decided to leave Long Island, and left the radio station to Jason. He now owns the radio station, and is one of the two major radio stations in all of the wastes.
Have you read the rules: Yes, I have.
Have you read the lore: I have read the lore included in this thread. I know a huge amount about Fallout lore itself.
RP Expierence: Multiple Minecraft role-playing servers, Garry's Mod (Half Life Roleplay), DayZ (Survivor roleplay), ArmA 3 (Stratis Life roleplay servers).
Fallout Expierence: Fallout One, Fallout Two, Fallout Three (All DLC's), Fallout: New Vegas (All DLC's). Over 400 hours in Fallout 3, and 92 hours in Vegas.
Define Meta Gaming: When you use information from the internet, a book, ect. to influence your decision in a game.
Define Power Gaming: When you ignore the story and role-playing area of games simply to get to the end.
Name: Joshua Rasberry
Race: Caucasian (Tan)
Appearance: 5' 11", Dark Brown hair, cut short. Wears an American adaptation of Chinese Stealth Armor used in the Great War. Slender build, but he has both good stamina and strength. Extremely light blue eyes, as if they are steel grey. They change colors occasionally.
Signifying Traits: Talkative to those close to him, but is wary around strangers. Moderately deep, soothing voice, that calms those he is talking to.
Signifying Skills: Sneaky, charismatic (good liar), smart, improviser. Josh's stealth armor does nothing but help his already potent skill of sneaking around. When confronted, he can easily get out of the situation by using a mix of trickery, lies, and bullets. He has always been smart. Josh isn't the smartest, but he knows his way around computers very well.
(40 points to distribute, maxes out on 10)
Luck-2 (Josh doesn't believe in luck)
As Joshua closes the door, he is now faced with almost impenetrable silence. He notices his breathing. In, and out. In, and out. Suddenly, there is an abrupt *CLANK* on the tiled metal floor. Boots. Definitely boots. Another clank, followed by another. He looks to his right, comforted by the friendly face near him. He's always been able to rely on Conner. As Joshua reaches in to his pocket, he pulls out his .45 pistol. A silencer, about 4 inches long, is fixed to the end of the barrel.
"Let's see if this thing actually works," Josh says to Conner.
"It should. Even though this is a different caliber, there shouldn't be any real difference."
"Let's hope so."
"I switch my silencer between my 9 and my 45 all the time; it'll be fine."
Josh turns his gun around the wall, his arms pressed against the inside of the door as he turns his body on a mental pivot. He pulls the trigger as soon as the iron sights match up with the solder.
One bullet, on kill. The soldier drops.
"You would think," says Conner "that it would be harder to sneak on to Fort Lewis. I mean, normally a military base would be heavily guarded, right?"
"Let's just thank the Lord that it ISN'T guarded. There, take his rifle. I'm sure it will be useful."
Conner picks up the assault rifle with awe.
"This is the first time I've ever held an advanced gun like this before..."
"Isn't she a beauty? Three hundred years of American tweaking and revolutionizing, and this is what we have to show for it."
"Make sure," Josh says sternly, "that you don't shoot unless they see us. Okay?"
"Okay." Conner responds.
The friends walk up to the next steel door.
"It's locked," Conner says.
"Not for long!" Josh responds with enthusiasm as he picks up a pack of C4 explosives. He packs it on the door, and the two hide behind the wall bordering the room they came from and where they currently are.
An extremely loud explosion is met with both boys' ears ringing. The door is gone, and the two can easily see in to the next room
"Wow! Look at this!" Conner exclaims in excitement
"Ughh.. My head hurts from that bla-" Josh stops mid-sentence to look up at the most beautiful thing that he's ever seen.
"What do you suspect that is, Josh?"
"It... I don't know. I'll try it on."
Josh takes the suit of black armor off of the stand it was so proudly displayed on. In it's orange visor he can see his own face.
His hand slips, by accident hitting a white button on the built-in Pip-Boy.
"WHOA! What just happened!" Josh says in surprise
"It.. Disappeared! I see it, but it's, like, invisible!"
"Umm, I, umm, I'm going to put it on."
Josh slips his feet into the armor. His legs easily get into it, along with his upper body. It fits absolutely perfectly. He pulls the visor down over his face, leaving him looking like he is in some sort of space suit. Josh fiddles with the dials and buttons until he figures out how to turn on the stealth mode again.
"This is amazing... This is so amazing... There is no way this can be real. Conner, am I dreaming? Are we dreaming?"
"No, Josh. No. Let's just get what we can and get out of here. I don't want-"
Gunshot. Josh, still in stealth, turns to see a 7.62 bullet fly across the room. It misses Conner by a fraction of an inch. Josh ducks down under a table, but Conner simply stares at the soldier. He pulls the trigger once more. A second feels like a minute. The bullet flies. It penetrates. Inside the victims head, the military grade bullet tumbles, leaving his brain in mush. No time to think. Must act.
Josh points his gun at the man, his eyes widen at the sight of a seemingly floating gun. He has no reaction time. Two bullets through his body armor, and he's down.
"Please... No... I was..." the man breaths heavily. He has two holes in his body armor, but neither bullet hit a vial organ. He should live.
"They'll kill me... They'll kill me! NO! Don't take it! Please... No... I..." his voice fades into senseless mumbling.
Josh turns to his fallen ally. Dead. Cold and hard. Dead, never to breath again. Never to bask in sunlight, feel the cool rush of water, and never to have the pleasure of being with Josh. He's gone, never to return.
He walks over to the man, still breathing heavy. Josh slowly points the gun at the man's only exposed point, below his head. As Josh pushes the gun into the bottom of his chin, the soldier moves his head back.
One quick, sharp, sound. A 'pew' of sorts. The man is gone now, just like his friend. Perhaps if he had talked to them a better end would have came out of this.
Josh knows what he has to do. He has to leave. He turns stealth mode off. Josh takes the dead soldier's assault rifle, and the ammunition off of Conner and both soldiers. He finds several .45 magazines and a better silencer on a shelf in the back of the room.
He opens the door, .45 in it's holster assault rifle in his hands. He walks straight, not moving any part of his body but his legs. His face is straight, and it's fixed in an expression of hate.
"Hey! You! Stop, there!"
A soldier turns to walk up to Josh.
"Oh, sorry. Let me give you my ID."
The soldier drops his gun and puts it behind his back to check what he thinks is Josh's ID card.
Joshua pulls his .45 out, shoots him in the abdomen, moves up, shoots him under his chin. The man falls to the ground.
Stealth mode on, Josh speeds up to a jog, then a run. Around the building, to the wall. The same wall where Conner cut the power wire so they could jump over it without being electrocuted. Josh climbs the wall and runs in to the forest, presumably safe from the soldiers at the base.
The only base. The only base with missile interceptors lined on the outside. Eighty of them, lined perfectly to defend from anything a country dumb enough to attack might throw at it.
Josh slows back down to walking speed. He fiddles with the Pip-Boy until he finds some information about the suit and it's origins.
Supposedly it's Chinese stealth armor, used in the Great War. The owner of one was killed, and his armor taken. With the Chinese variant of the Pip-Boy taken out, and the newest version of American assistance equipment was installed. The suit comes complete with a backwards American flag on the shoulder.
It's backwards because America has never lost a war, but have we now? Did we win this war? There are no winners in an atomic war says the wise man, but I say nay.
All are winners in a nuclear war. We simply finished the inevitable before it happened later. Because; war?
War never changes.
Josh was raised in Washington. Tacoma, Washington.
Born December 10, 2247.
His past family, originally from both Tennessee and Arkansas, still keep their Southern traditions and morals. From times past, his ancestors were from England, Scotland and Russia. His family had members that fought in every war the United States had. From World War One, to Vietnam, to assisting France in the Euro-Middle Eastern war, to the Great War. His great, great, grandfather earned a Medal of Honor in Saudi Arabia when he saved four companies of Germans and French from a nuclear weapon by defusing the bomb himself, with no backup. He died shortly after defusing the weapon. Several Saudi soldiers came into the room, saw his American flag, and shot. They were simply following the rules of war. Josh held no grudge, he barely even knew his great grandfather. Or his papa. Or father. All had died before Josh had the chance to really know them.
When he was still quite young, his family's bunker in Tacoma was raided. After the placed bomb went off, his home was left in tattered ruins. He hid in an air vent. Josh's entire family, along with his six and two year old sisters, were killed. He showed no sadness.
Josh simply opened his safe, took his M1911, took a box of ammo, put on his clothes and pack and left.
It was a surprise when Josh, on his way out of the irradiated city, found Conner (his best friend) with a group of ragtag potheads with pistols.
Josh convinced Conner to leave the group and come with him, which is good, because Josh and Conner later found the group of four dead with a Yai guai standing over them, seeming as if was guarding their corpses. The two easily shot the beast and looted the men.
They both decided to go to Joint Base Lewis McChord to see if any help was available. They went there only to be yelled at and threatened by guards at the gate. It was protected by about twenty soldiers, two STRYKER vehicles, and a tank. There's no way they were getting through there. The two went went around the base and found their way in. Inside, Josh lost his friend but made a new one.
His stealth armor.
After loosing his friend, he wandered from place to place, group to group. At one time he was even part of a city. Sadly, it was overrun by attacks by both raiders and Super Mutants.
One day, he was met by a group of about six. They were making a caravan to the East Coast. Josh was promised riches and adventure, so how could he deny? The group, for three months, made their way to Massachusetts. At first by car, then Brahman. Their car broke down when some dumb ghouls messed up the car while the group was drinking.
Eventually, they made their way to Massachusetts. They also found their way to the Pitt, as it was called.
Josh would have never survived if it weren't for one group...
Enclave soldiers rescued Josh just in time, but sadly, his caravan partners did not make it out alive. They told him great stories of how powerful they were, and they told him of other great factions, like Talon Company and the Brotherhood of Steel. They took him to Raven rock, their headquarters.
Once Joshua got there, they tested his blood for contaminants. They did comprehensive tests on him. He was found to be clean.
So the Enclave took him in as one of their own.
President Richardson, **** Richardson, that is, gave Josh everything he wanted and more. Food, water, action, adventure, the list goes on and on. Great friends were made, and even greater relationships were formed between Josh and some of the female staff.
Everything was perfect until the order came in. Two platoons of Enclave soldiers, including Josh, would be deployed to Manhattan. New York? Gone. Nothing but rubble. Manhattan was the only supposed area standing within 100 miles of New York.
The group of fifty men arrived at their destination. They lost one man, but only to him falling off of a cliff. He fell asleep when he was supposed to be on watch. Even the most advanced armor on Earth can't protect you from a 300 foot fall. Josh felt sorry for the poor guy. Private Michaels was his name. Josh was not close friends with him, but he still knew him from the chats they would have on break.
There is no way the group would have suffered only one loss without the help of Josh and his stealth suit. He snuck up behind enemies and killed their leaders. He planted bombs. Boom, pow, thump, dead.
He was unstoppable. Josh earned multiple ribbons and medals from the Enclave high command.
His group was unstoppable. Heavy laser cannons, laser rifles, technology only read about in books. Vertibirds. Josh knew the name of each and every soldier with him by the end of his journey.
The group arrived at Manhattan. They were greeted by the Brotherhood of Steel.
Foot soldiers hit by the downed Vertibird. Foot soldiers hit by Brotherhood bullets. Foot soldiers hit by Enclave lasers. Panic, suppression, running, suppression, running some more, suppression. Casualties. Death. Dead. Gone.
Josh has stealth mode on. Three soldiers, Brown, Marcus, and Miranda are following him. They can see his M1911 strapped to his side. Sargent Rasberry is the highest ranking person these people know is alive. The captain is dead. the lieutenant is dead. Private Marcus gets hit in the arm. Twice. He dies.
The group ambushes four unaware brotherhood soldiers. No casualties.
Brown, Miranda, and Rasberry move around the enemies' front lines, flanking them. They kill five more brotherhood soldiers, including a heavy gunner.
Miranda is down, I repeat, Miranda is down. Leave him. We don't need him. Two goodbyes, and the two walk away. He bleeds out.
"Should we just leave?" says Brown, "I mean, they outnumber us far too much. They ambushed us. They have the upper hand... And I-"
"Shut up, will you, Brown?"
"Really sir, we need to leave." Brown looks into the invisible visor where he knows Josh's eyes are. Joshua sees that he is scared, and he wants out. He feels the same way.
"Okay. We leave. We can check back here tomorrow," Joshua says.
The two leave through the forest. One more brotherhood soldier spotted, and one more brotherhood soldier dead, on the ground. He shot, but missed Josh. The two loot his body. More ammunition for both of them, a candy bar, and a picture.
The man had a wife and a child. How sad that he had to go.
"Perhaps if he was on the right side we wouldn't have to have killed him," Brown says
Brown and Rasberry walk to a large tree and collapse on to it. It's one in the morning.
It's the next day. Josh yawns and stretches his hands to the sky.
"Wake up, Brown... We need to get out of here."
The soldier didn't miss. Brown was hit in his neck. He bled out in his sleep without even knowing it.
"No, no, no... This isn't happening... Not again..." Josh says as he hits his head on the tree he slept on, and Brown died on.
The tree Henry Brown, Private, with the Enclave five years, died upon. He had a girlfriend back at Raven Rock. A scientist, and a pretty one at that.
Josh gets up, knowing that a new chapter to his life has just been opened. He walks with power. With might. He opens his visor, and looks at the world without an Amber tint.
Grey. Brown. Dead.
What does Manhattan look like, one may ask?
Grey. Dark. Dead.
What do the trees look like, one may ask?
Grey. Dark. Dead.
Joshua, after going through trial after trial, has a different pigment in his skin.
I hope that you enjoyed my stories. I know plenty about Fallout lore, and some Saturdays I would just spend reading on the Fallout Wiki. The world of Fallout is so amazingly interesting to me. I love role playing, too. I especially love the Enclave. It's a shame that you couldn't join them in Fallout 3.
If this is not satisfactory to you, please tell me what I should change. I really want to join this server.
Have you read the rules:yes
Have you read the lore:yes
RP Expierience:I've played many role playing games such as Falout 3, Fallout New Vegas, a small amount of Skyrim, Just Cause 2, and Fable 3.
Fallout Expierience:I've played Falout 3 and New Vegas and thought they were both well thought out and amazing games.I have bought all of the DLCs for both games but have yet to finish Honest Hearts.
Define Meta Gaming:strategy and action gaming
Define Power Gaming:games with a certain role and or gaol
Appearence:somewhat skinny with hazel eyes
Signifying Traits:deep scar in right leg,slightly shaky
Signifying Skills:high engineering due to his fathers teachings
The slender man stood behind a helicopter trying not to be seen.Two men wilk by not noticing the man and climbed into the chopper's cockpit and started the engine. As the helicopter rises the man that was recently hiding grabs the side of the vehicle and listens to the pilots' conversation.
"So we just bring this bomb downtown and drop it?"
The co-pilot obviously didn't get the memo that this bomb wasn't going to make it downtown, thought the mysterious man hanging onto the chopper.Swiftly he places a bar of plastic C4 under the spining blades, and jumped into the water below. He looks up to see that his mission was complete and swam away.
Bob lived hids life hunting for his family. His father taught him how to make small guns and how to repair larger ones so they could earn caps to keep the small shack that they lived in. His father name was George and was a cripple who had to stay in the bed and slowly die. Bob's mother's name was Elinor and kept the shack clean and sanitary. He also had a three month year old sister named Hannah.
At the age of thirteen Bob was hunting and came back to his home to find it in shambles and his family gone. He couldn't find anyone or any signs that someone died so he sadly sold the property area to a passing wastelander and wandered off with his mind set on finding his lost family.
Bob was seventeen when he found himself rummaging in a pile of broken scrap trying to find something of use. He then is attacked by a large molerat that burrowed in the metal. Bleeding badly he tried to find help of any kind. He finds a group of outcast wastelanders that take him in freely.