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OOC -
IGN: Echidna_Uno
Gender: Female
Age: 16
Timezone: Central time zone - Texas
Have you read the rules: Indeed. There’s something about frugalness. I guess I’m not very frugal.
Have you read the lore: Yes.
RP Experience: I have roleplayed as a survivalist in a zombie Apocalypse, and roleplayed as a theif in a dark ages roleplay
Fallout Experience: Played most of Fallout 3, finished Fallout NV.
Define Meta Gaming: The act of using outside or previously gained knowledge within a gaming universe for personal gain or advantage
Define Power Gaming: Not playing by the rules, ignoring the NLR and RP set to get to the "top".
Skype - katieparkmccreeper

IC -
Name: Katie Park
Gender: Female
Age: Arround 21 (as of the time on her pip-boy)
Race: Caucasian - Human
Appearance: Black hair with Greenish-grey eyes (Heres a link to my MC skin if you want to have a visual example: http://tinyurl.com/c8rlgsv)
Signifying Traits: Wary of others. Does not go hungry easily from months of getting used to little or no food.
Signifying Skills: Able to move around unnoticed by the unwary eye. (guards can and might spot her) Easy to work as a thief.
S.P.E.C.I.A.L.'s:
(40 points to distribute, maxes out on 10)
Strength- 4
Perception- 6
Endurance- 6
Charisma- 4
Intelligence- 7
Agility- 9
Luck- 3

RP example:
The scene is a dry, burnt up trading town in Manhattan, with only a few people in the gun store. Not much is being noted by the civilians who go throughout their daily lives in small little shacks scattered around. Katie walks along the shelves, looking for a good place that the owner can't spot her take a handgun. As she finds a spot, a man walks quietly along the isles. Unnoticed by Katie, as she quickly slips the gun into her pouch and starts to walk towards the door, the man stops her. He holds her by the arm as she stares blankly into space, waiting for her next move...

"Well, well, well... What do we have here, young lady trying to steal a handgun? Trying to slip away?" The man asks. "Depends on how you look at the situation... Maybe I'm just, let’s say, borrowing it until further notice?" She replies, slowly drawing out her hunting knife. Everyone in the shop starts to look at the pair. "How about... No. Now, let's just put that gun back on the rack and pretend this never happened, okay?" The man says, as he notices the knife at his stomach. Katie pulls away from the man, putting the gun back on the shelf. "Fine then, I'll be on my way if you would be so kind." She says. The man looks at her confused. "So, you think you can just get away like that, without paying a price for your attempt to steal from this old man's shop?" "Well, not exactly, no." She replies quietly. "I think a small price might not be too much to ask for..." "Glad we see eye to eye on that!" The man laughs, stopping abruptly as a knife is now lodged in his throat. Dying from blood loss, the man falls to the ground. "You there, stop! Get that girl!" A man says chasing after her. From behind the man rings a gunshot, the bullet, striking Katie, knocks her to the ground. Then everything fades to black as she bleeds out on the old, rusty concrete.

Biography:

Katie Park was born in the year 2269. She has had not much of a life except stealing and killing to provide for her family. Trusting no one, barely even herself sometimes, she walks through the tough wasteland life after her parents and brother were murdered by a group of looters when she was 12 for a single sack of caps. She now walks alone, sometimes stealing from shops to get food and ammunition for her 9mm handgun. She is armed only with her gun and a hunting knife. Many times she has almost been killed while shoplifting, but with her ability to sneak around unnoticed by the unwary eye, she is able to sneak around grabbing things with ease. Katie is about 5' 6" with long black hair and greenish-grey eyes. (Heres a link to my MC skin if you want to have a visual example: http://tinyurl.com/c8rlgsv) Katie has been clinging on to survival since she was 12, stealing from stores, mugging people, all sorts of things. She doesn't have much money but will do anything to keep herself safe. Stopping only occasionally to rest or actually buy or sell something, she carries on with her wasteland story. Maybe, just maybe, she might change her ways and abide to the laws.
As she continues to try to make her way in this desolate wasteland, she finds a note in her pip-boy, it read:

Dear Katie,
This is your father's old friend Mr. Jones, If you remember getting your pip-boy for your 10^th birthday, you will remember that I was the one who fixed it up for you. I never told you this, but I programmed it to show you this message between 10 - 20 years later. Please, do not get in any trouble in the future, I trust that you are not dead and that someone else is not reading this. If you are reading this, Katie, note that the wasteland will be a dangerous place for you, you may be a sneaky little girl, but you are also very vulnerable. Make sure you have something to protect yourself with always, and remember, stay away from ghouls and other irradiated things. If you do find yourself to get radiation poisoning, make sure you ALWAYS have some Rad-Away. I hope this note comes in handy in your exploration of this damned wasteland. And remember to always stay away from looters. Come find me in the North-side of Manhattan, I am including my pip-boy tracking signal in this message, try to contact me. 10297W95

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Katie's way of living is quite solitaire. She doesn’t trust anyone or even talk much, most of the time she wanders the wasteland in search of a suitable place to live. Other times she is in a village or town getting supplies. Other than that she only stays to herself, sometimes forgetting what a human voice sounds like. But as she gets used to the silence she continues on throughout her life, deserting her pas self in her thoughts. She often struggles to keep sane, making her way into towns more often every day. Her life in the wasteland is often quite lonesome. But during her never ending task to find her father's friend, she finds herself not believing herself sometimes. But as she tells herself over and over again, that she will find Mr. Jones, and she will survive.

With her life slowly changing, Katie makes her way to Northern Manhattan to meet her father's old friend... As she makes her way she encounters many problems along the way, looters, bandits, and wild animals trying to attack her. And this my friends, is where your reading stops, and the story begins.........

Tell me if you need me to make any edits, or add anything else! Thanks!
-Echidna_Uno

OOC -
IGN:
gordoburger30
Gender:
Android ( I kid, I kid...Male)
Age:
16(and a bit :P)
Have you read the rules:
Yes
Have you read the lore:
Yes. I'm wondering if I can be a wastelander and just be a random living in downtown, but honestly Fallout is an amazing game, and I'll go wherever you put me. I think it's great what you're doing here, and I really want to be apart of it.
RP Experience:
Too be honest, I've only played on a couple of city roleplayer servers on minecraft, but I play RP all the time on older games. I've probably been doing RP ever since I was 11 (5 years).
Fallout Experience:
I got Xbox 360 soon after it came out, and Fallout 3 was actually my very first game. I played the crap out of it and got New Vegas on 360 as well. I beat Fallout 3 and Fallout NV all possible ways. About a year ago I bought Fallout 3 and NV for computer, where I played fan-made add ons and all the DLCs
Define Meta Gaming:
Things u cannot physically do in game while RPing...right? Its been a while. For example saying u shot me when I ran away. Or saying u dunked my head underwater (not physically possible in Minecraft, but sometimes it's right to play along). Stupid stuff like that.
Define Power Gaming:
Using information provided to someone else, to find a RPer and PvP or kill the player in an unfair way (i.e. I say I'm going to lake for a swim and a whole enemy faction is at the beach waiting with diamond shovels).

IC -
Name:
James Miller
Gender:
Male
Age:
16
Race:
White (East European Background)
Appearance:
Small young man, who has been struggling to get by for the last couple years. Has dirty blond hair and is skinny. Has no armour and rags for clothes.
Signifying Traits: Intelligent, fast,
Signifying Skills: Crafty, survivalist
S.P.E.C.I.A.L.'s:
(40 points to distribute, maxes out on 10)
Strength- 3
Perception- 9
Endurance- 7
Charisma- 3
Intelligence- 9
Agility- 9
Luck- 0

RP example:
I awake. The rubble shifted again, and my hole in the wall is covered in small bits of chipped stone. Pushing them aside, I briefly panic. Am I trapped? No, small beams of sunlight trickle through the puzzle of beams and blocks of cement. I crawl out of my hole, remove the light rubble that hid me last night, and then look around. Sadly, my couch and radio is nowhere to be seen. No one stole it, it's just under the new pile of rubble in the left side of my main-level apartment. Glancing up, I'm relieved to see that my only exit is still there.

The grey sky swirls with activity, there's probably a storm coming. No water of course, but strong winds usually rip off loose bits from the towering buildings downtown and carry it throughout the city. I waddle shirtless to the kitchen, and remember that I'm out of food. Empty cans and boxes of Fancy Lad snack cakes are scattered everywhere. I hate Mondays. I also hate going outside. The moaning buildings and deserted streets give an eerie feeling. Plus I've been here for over 2 years now, and I've cleaned out all the grocery stores within 5 blocks.

I walk to a deteriorating cabinet, and pull as hard as I can on the handle. The old door creaks open, and I grab my last shirt and my 10mm pistol. Pulling out the cartridge, I load in the bullet and snap it shut. Something cracks inside, but I ignore it. My pistol's in no better shape than my 250 year old Cabinet. That's another thing to do today, find some parts and get groceries.

Finally, I muster enough courage to peek my head out of my exit (a hole in the ceiling). It's hard to believe that at one point the door in the back corner of the room actually lead outside, instead of a dead end hallway. I don't know what happened last night, but the building to my right finally caved in. The new debris formed a slope running over my apartment. Luckily, a large concrete slap protected my little entrance. I'm not a little boy anymore, I can do this. I pull my skinny body out of the hole and instantly hear something coming. I dive to a section of wall jutting up from the slope. Just then a pair of massive green humans stomp by. Super Mutants. I freeze. Instantly, I feel numb, and I know what's coming. No, I think, Not now. Too late, I slip away...

And wake up in my old village. West Point was a small town of my family, and 4 others. Most of us where prospectors, and gained most of our wealth and food that way. “ James” a soothing voice calls. “ Come on you're breakfast is getting cold. This was all BS of course, we had Sugar Bombs and
Instamash everyday. I throw on my blue cotton shirt and cargo pants and walk downstairs. Life in West Point was pretty good for a post-apocalyptic community. I finished my breakfast and headed out the door. Probably, for Mel's. I never got there. Gunfire filled the air. I looked at the gate and saw Dad and the others diving for cover. A grenade sounded, and a ton of blood flew in a thick mist. “ Dad!” I called, I stood there frozen in shock and fear, in front of me about 30 feet away was 5 huge heavily armoured creatures, I now know as Super Mutant Brutes. One spotted me and lifted his gun, then it all went fuzzy, I remember bullets exploding around me, my mom took 2 then fell, I tried to snap out of it but I just stood there, until I got shot in the rib. I blanked out and the brute had his boot over my face when I woke. “ Too weak” one said slowly, forced came down on my nose, just then the foot flew backwards, the Brute danced for a while, thick blood dripping from multiple places. I was toned out but I assumed there was gunfire, then knight in shining armour were around me.

I finally wake up, the Brutes are gone, so are the Super Mutants. I am slouched against the wall I hid on. I hate that stupid flashback, happens whenever I see them. The rest of the journey was uneventful, I glanced up as I passed the only intact building within a square mile. Glass shimmered against the black columns running all the way up the skyscraper. Something moved, and once again I dove for a hiding spot, I don't like to fight. I raise my gun as the stranger walks right by me, into the black building. “Umm hello?” I call. He spins around, but holsters his gleaming magnum. “Never seen you before... come with me child” He motions to the building and I step inside... and discover a whole new world.

Biography:
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Password:
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Confirmed:
> Research
> BoS Soldier Files
> Scouting Reports
> Civilian Contact
> Trading
> Allies
> Settlements
> Aouse
> Boston
>Manhatten
>Moncton
> The Pitt
> West Point
West Point was once a small settlement set up by the Brotherhood of Steel in an remote location. This village severed as a retirement village from 2425- 2460, when it was brutally ransacked by a nomadic clan of Super Mutant Brutes. There were no survivors, with the exception of a 6 year old named James Miller son of Dr. Henry Miller PhD

No one knows where James was born. But he's 16 and doesn't look a day over 12. This malnourished boy used to live with his parents in a small settlement outside of New York called West Point. About 10 years ago, the settlement was raided and destroyed by a travelling group of Super Mutant Brutes, leaving nearly no survivors. Just before leaving, the Brutes decided to sweep the village one last time, where they found James struggling to breathe. Just before his execution, the Brotherhood of Steel arrived and managed to drive away the brutes. James was taken to a nearby outpost where his woundes where treated. Then James was dumped near the Angles Street Outpost in Manhatten, assuming he'd find the tall black building and reside with the Brotherhood. It was shocking when he did not arrive after an hour after the dropoff. James Miller is presumed dead as of May 11, 2460.
Thanks,
-KJ

I'm submitting the app again, I realized that you're right about my former RP example, I got too carried away in the story and not the dialogue and action. It'd be great to be able to play on this server, as I am very bored atm. Hopefully everything is in order and I can get on soon!!!

OOC -
IGN:
gordoburger30
Gender:
Android ( I kid, I kid...Male)
Age:
16(and a bit :P)
Have you read the rules:
Yes
Have you read the lore:
Yes. I'm wondering if I can be a wastelander and just be a random living in downtown, but honestly Fallout is an amazing game, and I'll go wherever you put me. I think it's great what you're doing here, and I really want to be apart of it.
RP Experience:
Too be honest, I've only played on a couple of city roleplayer servers on minecraft, but I play RP all the time on older games. I've probably been doing RP ever since I was 11 (5 years).
Fallout Experience:
I got Xbox 360 soon after it came out, and Fallout 3 was actually my very first game. I played the crap out of it and got New Vegas on 360 as well. I beat Fallout 3 and Fallout NV all possible ways. About a year ago I bought Fallout 3 and NV for computer, where I played fan-made add ons and all the DLCs
Define Meta Gaming:
Things u cannot physically do in game while RPing...right? Its been a while. For example saying u shot me when I ran away. Or saying u dunked my head underwater (not physically possible in Minecraft, but sometimes it's right to play along). Stupid stuff like that.
Define Power Gaming:
Using information provided to someone else, to find a RPer and PvP or kill the player in an unfair way (i.e. I say I'm going to lake for a swim and a whole enemy faction is at the beach waiting with diamond shovels).

IC -
Name:
James Miller
Gender:
Male
Age:
16
Race:
White (East European Background)
Appearance:
Small young man, who has been struggling to get by for the last couple years. Has dirty blond hair and is skinny. Has no armour and rags for clothes.
Signifying Traits:
Intelligent, fast,
Signifying Skills:
Crafty, survivalist
S.P.E.C.I.A.L.'s:
(40 points to distribute, maxes out on 10)
Strength- 3
Perception- 9
Endurance- 7
Charisma- 3
Intelligence- 9
Agility- 9
Luck- 0

RP example:
“ Who's there?”
I asked...They followed me, they must have
“ Go away” I shouted. More rubble rained down from my hole.
Quickly, I reached for my pocket, and pulled my rusty 10mm pistol out.
After a tense few minutes a voice sounded,
“ Relax kid”
I'd heard the voice before...10 years ago when my village was attacked.
“ Don't come in here or I'll shoot!” I was desperate.
“ And what's that going to do to my power armour?”
Three Brotherhood of Steel Paladins hopped down into my apartment.
“ Names Paladin O’Brien. This is Paladin Thomas and high value objective Dr. Sophia Miller”
James' eyes opened wide in shock.
“ M-Mom?”
“ It's been a long time James, we need your help.”
James was frozen in disbelief.
Dr. Miller pressed on,
“ Enclave activity has picked up in this sector. It didn't take a long time to find you, our records said you were dead, but I knew better. I also know that you have been here for a long time James, have you seen anything specious?
James thought about the large black building he' visited months before. The building was packed with advanced electronics and weaponry he'd never dreamed of. He was familiar with the Enclave alright.
He spun his gun on his finger and tossed it on the couch.
“ Is a 40 story base specious?”
Sophia raised her eyebrow and sat down next to the gun.
“ Seems like we have a lot to discuss...”


Biography:
I awake. The rubble shifted again, and my hole in the wall is covered in small bits of chipped stone. Pushing them aside, I briefly panic. Am I trapped? No, small beams of sunlight trickle through the puzzle of beams and blocks of cement. I crawl out of my hole, remove the light rubble that hid me last night, and then look around. Sadly, my couch and radio is nowhere to be seen. No one stole it, it's just under the new pile of rubble in the left side of my main-level apartment. Glancing up, I'm relieved to see that my only exit is still there.

The grey sky swirls with activity, there's probably a storm coming. No water of course, but strong winds usually rip off loose bits from the towering buildings downtown and carry it throughout the city. I waddle shirtless to the kitchen, and remember that I'm out of food. Empty cans and boxes of Fancy Lad snack cakes are scattered everywhere. I hate Mondays. I also hate going outside. The moaning buildings and deserted streets give an eerie feeling. Plus I've been here for over 2 years now, and I've cleaned out all the grocery stores within 5 blocks.

I walk to a deteriorating cabinet, and pull as hard as I can on the handle. The old door creaks open, and I grab my last shirt and my 10mm pistol. Pulling out the cartridge, I load in the bullet and snap it shut. Something cracks inside, but I ignore it. My pistol's in no better shape than my 250 year old Cabinet. That's another thing to do today, find some parts and get groceries.

Finally, I muster enough courage to peek my head out of my exit (a hole in the ceiling). It's hard to believe that at one point the door in the back corner of the room actually lead outside, instead of a dead end hallway. I don't know what happened last night, but the building to my right finally caved in. The new debris formed a slope running over my apartment. Luckily, a large concrete slap protected my little entrance. I'm not a little boy anymore, I can do this. I pull my skinny body out of the hole and instantly hear something coming. I dive to a section of wall jutting up from the slope. Just then a pair of massive green humans stomp by. Super Mutants. I freeze. Instantly, I feel numb, and I know what's coming. No, I think, Not now. Too late, I slip away...

And wake up in my old village. West Point was a small town of my family, and 4 others. Most of us where prospectors, and gained most of our wealth and food that way. “ James” a soothing voice calls. “ Come on you're breakfast is getting cold. This was all BS of course, we had Sugar Bombs and
Instamash everyday. I throw on my blue cotton shirt and cargo pants and walk downstairs. Life in West Point was pretty good for a post-apocalyptic community. I finished my breakfast and headed out the door. Probably, for Mel's. I never got there. Gunfire filled the air. I looked at the gate and saw Dad and the others diving for cover. A grenade sounded, and a ton of blood flew in a thick mist. “ Dad!” I called, I stood there frozen in shock and fear, in front of me about 30 feet away was 5 huge heavily armoured creatures, I now know as Super Mutant Brutes. One spotted me and lifted his gun, then it all went fuzzy, I remember bullets exploding around me, my mom took 2 then fell, I tried to snap out of it but I just stood there, until I got shot in the rib. I blanked out and the brute had his boot over my face when I woke. “ Too weak” one said slowly, forced came down on my nose, just then the foot flew backwards, the Brute danced for a while, thick blood dripping from multiple places. I was toned out but I assumed there was gunfire, then knight in shining armour were around me.

I finally wake up, the Brutes are gone, so are the Super Mutants. I am slouched against the wall I hid on. I hate that stupid flashback, happens whenever I see them. The rest of the journey was uneventful, I glanced up as I passed the only intact building within a square mile. Glass shimmered against the black columns running all the way up the skyscraper. Something moved, and once again I dove for a hiding spot, I don't like to fight. I raise my gun as the stranger walks right by me, into the black building. “Umm hello?” I call. He spins around, but holsters his gleaming magnum. “Never seen you before... come with me child” He motions to the building and I step inside... and discover a whole new world.

Official Bio

Enter
Password:
*******

Confirmed:
> Research
> BoS Soldier Files
> Scouting Reports
> Civilian Contact

> Trading
> Allies

> Settlements
> Aouse
> Boston
>Manhatten
>Moncton
> The Pitt

> West Point
West Point was once a small settlement set up by the Brotherhood of Steel in an remote location. This village severed as a retirement village from 2425- 2460, when it was brutally ransacked by a nomadic clan of Super Mutant Brutes. There were no survivors, with the exception of a 6 year old named James Miller son of Dr. Henry Miller PhD

No one knows where James was born. But he's 16 and doesn't look a day over 12. This malnourished boy used to live with his parents in a small settlement outside of New York called West Point. About 10 years ago, the settlement was raided and destroyed by a travelling group of Super Mutant Brutes, leaving nearly no survivors. Just before leaving, the Brutes decided to sweep the village one last time, where they found James struggling to breathe. Just before his execution, the Brotherhood of Steel arrived and managed to drive away the brutes. James was taken to a nearby outpost where his wounds where treated. Then James' party was attacked by raiders while moving to Angles Street Outpost in Manhatten just a few blocks away. It was shocking when he did not arrive after 2 days of travelling. James Miller is presumed dead as of May 11, 2460.

Thanks,
-KJ

In game name: boykidthing

Real first name: Samuel, but you can call me Sam

Gender: Male, of course.

Age: I turned 15 in February.

Timezone: Pacific time.

Why do you want to be staff here? (At least 1-2 good paragraphs):
I've been on this server for about a week now, everything has gone great so far. Made some new friends, had some fun and made a few cool structures. One of them I felt claustrohpobic in, which was pretty fun! Everyone has been awesome so far, a very nice and helpful community. Though, we all will joke around every so often. So far, everything seems to have been going great! So I'm here to make an application for Moderator, because I really am starting to care about this server.

What experience in Fallout do you have?:
I've been playing Fallout 3 and New Vegas ever since their releases. Though, I find that Fallout 3 had more of the post-apocalyptic feel to it. So yes, I've had some experience.

What RP experience do you have?:
I've been on many RolePlay servers before; two different skyrim servers, a few zombie apocalypse servers (who hasn't) and just the regular medieval roleplay servers. I was on the skyrim server for a few months each, with many characters and stories to tell about them.

What staff experience do you have?:
I've had minecraft since very early Alpha, and I've been a part of servers since the day they came out. I always made friends with the staff members and owners, most really liked me on their server. So about a month of playing for servers, I decided to start becoming a part of the staff on them. I've been gaining all types of staff ranks on all sorts of servers ever since.

Define Power Gaming (1 Paragraph):
"Power Gaming" is a term that usually means they're giving themselves an advantage at some sort of roleplay that makes it nearly impossible for them to fail, another way of power gaming is to preform an action that would be completely unfair to another, or even a way of cheating through roleplay. For example; Say my character was being attacked by another player in roleplay. The other player preforms a move to attack mine. I would then, of course defend from the attack. The other player then attackes again and again and again, with me always defending or reposting all those attacks. Or say I were to be attacking someone in roleplay without ever letting his character get any hits in, or preforming a completely unfair action.

Define Meta-Gaming (1 Paragraph):
"Meta Gaming" is a term to usually mean if someone is taking information that they learned while out of character, but used in character to their advantage. Meta Gaming is basicly a way of cheating the roleplay, and is usually shunned apon in the roleplay community. It's a way of giving you a head-start on something your character doesn't know what's about to happen. For example; Say I were to be in some sort of voice call with someone that is roleplaying on the server with me. He then tell me that he's going to preform and action that I would not like to happen to my character. From him telling me, I know what he is going to do, there by giving me a heads-up on what is about to befall my character. If I were to use such information, I'd be preforming Meta Gaming.

Say someone is Meta-Gaming, What would you do? (1 Paragraph explanation):
If I were to stumble upon someone that is preforming Meta Gaming, I would inform him that he is Meta Gaming. If it was a small offence, I would explain why it was wrong and tell him not to do it again. But if it were to be something that he knew he was doing, say giving a friend information about his position through out of character chat, then I'd ban the play temporarily with a reason of the ban, of course. I'd then go on to tell his friend what the banned player did, and why it was wrong. And if I saw him doing such actions, he'd be temporarily banned as well.

Say someone is hacking, and someone has proof of it, What would you do? (1 Paragraph explanation):
This can go two different ways; the first way would be to speak to the hacker about if he was hacking or not. If I do in fact have proof of it and he reply's negative, then I'd ban him, of course. But, if he were to reply with an apology for his actions and promise to remove the client, then I'd let him off with a temporary ban.

Plugin Experience:
You've seen me use plugins, blf. But if I still need to do this then so be it. I've been using world edit and world guard for many months now, I know factions very well and can administrate it with ease. I know my way around group manager like I do of the back of my own hand. GM is simple to learn and easy to master.

Building Experience (Preferably Pictures):
I suck at building.

Experience with Application (Accepting/Denying):
I've been on many roleplay server's application teams in the past. One of which I was made the head whitelister.

Should you disrespect players if they are disrespecting you?:
Of course not, I'd show full maturity through most situations by remaining calm.

Why should we accept you as staff? (At least 1-3 good paragraphs):
I've always hated this question, but here I go anyway. So, as you probably already know because it's in the staff experience question, but I've been a part of server's staff for a good few years now. I've always been mature as a moderator, Administrator and even Co-Owner in the past. I always remain calm in situations where it needs to be applied, like if I were to get into an argument with another staff member or even just a regular player. If I were to be wrong in an argument, I will stop in my tracks and apologize to the other person and move on from it.

If I were to say what my best experience as a staff member, it would be for a nice little server called prevail, actually, I shouldn't say little; it has about 100+ players on it daily. But yeah, Prevail was a good place to grow mature as a staff member, it was a wonderful community. I was actually going to become an Administrator for it but I quit the server. I was on that server for a good year and a half. Which is a very long time to be on a server.

_{This doesn't mean I'm done being a Builder; I'd like to be both Builder and Moderator if that's fine.}

Hey guys,
tks for the acceptance, I saw a post a while ago saying the server should be up in a few weeks, I think that was a week ago. Is the server up now? Or is it still under construction.
Finally, is it possible to apply for builder after being accepted for RP?
Tks,
KJ

Quote from OOPsMyBukkitSpilt

Is the server up now? Or is it still under construction.

The server is open to Builders and Moderators, but don't worry! It will be released to the public soon enough. Just gotta be patient

Quote from Sentrick

The server is open to Builders and Moderators, but don't worry! It will be released to the public soon enough. Just gotta be patient

Cool. Can't wait!
What's the status, should I apply for builder or are you guys good?

Quote from OOPsMyBukkitSpilt

Cool. Can't wait!
What's the status, should I apply for builder or are you guys good?

As of now, we only have a few builders. But things are going pretty smoothly! But the we're still looking for builders so if you wish to apply then go ahead! I Wish ya' luck if you do decide to apply!

Why was the server shut off?

Quote from Blfngl

You need to stop doing my job. Seriously, you know nothing about when the server will be released.

In my defense, you did tell me of when the server would probably release. Also, when will the server be back up; I'd like to finish what I started to work on.

Nick! you can't let this happen. I'm not just gonna sit back and watch this project go down the drain! You gotta get your head out of the crap that it's in now and realize what you're doing! If you let him stop this project now, it's just going to be forgotten! Well I'm sure not gonna let this happen! It's just not right!

Sup, yo.

I have waited for quite a long time on the other thread to receive an affirmation and server details, but alas, I received no final response. Dual denied me because I did not say anything about how 'frugal' I was, and after fixing it, I made a new post, which got the following response:

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I would've accepted you, but Dual denied you once (I think ) so he probably wants to read over your app.

So, without farther-a-do, I give you my application.

OOC -
IGN: DgtheGreat
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Have you read the rules: Yes, I have. I'm moderately frugal.
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: Meta Gaming is when you know things that your never found out about in the game. An example of this would be knowing where a hidden chest is based on what you read on the internet, without you finding it out in-game using your character.
Define Power Gaming: Power Gaming is when your character has some sort of overpowered ability that shouldn't be obtainable. For example, jumping eighty feet in the air and being fine once you hit the ground.

IC -
Name: Joshua Rasberry
Gender: Male
Age: 37
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. Has a freckle to the top right of his upper lip.
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. Josh isn't the smartest man on post-war Earth, but he knows his way around computers and other machines very well.

S.P.E.C.I.A.L.'s:
(40 points to distribute, maxes out on 10)
Strength- 5
Perception-6
Endurance- 7
Charisma- 8
Intelligence- 6
Agility- 6
Luck-2 (Josh doesn't believe in luck)



RP Example



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.
Thump.

"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? Four 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.

"Please..."
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.
Thump.

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.



Biography



Josh was raised in Washington. Tacoma, Washington.

Born December 10, 2253.

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 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...

The Enclave.

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.

Rockets, explosions, fire.

Vertibird down, Vertibird down! Alpha alpha, charlie golf delta, niner niner three!

Sargent Rondalds, pilot.
Private Bond, gunner.
Private Ramirez, gunner.
Sargent McMillain, amputated leg.

All dead.

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.
"Thank God..."

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."

No answer.

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.

Grey.

Dark.

Dead.





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.

Best regards,


Joshua Rasberry

Holy crap. ^

Quote from Blfngl

I can't control it. Like I've said, talk to DM about it. He's the guy in charge.

Sorry, I posted that before I spoke to Dual, or knew that you were in-charge.