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IGN: stev_med
Gender: male
Age: 20
Have you read the rules: green text
Have you read the lore: yes
RP Expierence: been on a bunch of fallour rp servers such as sins of the father and the vault rp to name a few, i also rped in the mmos swtor and swg
Fallout Expierence: fallout 3 and new vegas
Define Meta Gaming: using ooc knowledge in character
Define Power Gaming: useing overpowers abilities to force rp onto other. IE trying to kill someone off without their concent.
IC -
Name: Tresk Monte
Gender: m
Age: 20
Race: human
Appearence: Young white male of average height. He has pitch black hair naturally and wears a black undershirt with white tattered jacket and jeans with kneepads. He is usually smiling with a goofy grin and calm complection. He hides his pistol in his jacket and is not afraid to defend himself or his friends with it.
Signifying Traits: He is a stutter caused by an accident in his youth by slavers that is easily noticeable. He is always kind and has a kind smile and attitude. He tried to avoid conflict by talking others out of it and being a voice of reason who understands the harshness of the wastes.
Signifying Skills: scavenging, pistols, lockpicking (good with his hands basically) He is a stutter but this trait makes people feel he is harmless and can open up to him.
S.P.E.C.I.A.L.'s:
(40 points to distribute, maxes out on 10) Strength- 4 Perception- 5 Endurance- 5 Charisma- 8 Intelligence- 7 Agility- 5 Luck- 6
RP example
Setting walking with caravan through a small valley.
Canon: *hums a tune of an old world song that is playing over the radio* You know Bolt you should try smiling more you have a nice smile.
Bolt: I only smile when i am killing filthy raiders.
Tresk: B-bolt you are such a w-wierdo how c-can killing p-people give you joy?
Bolt: I only enjoy killing the filth, the ones who take pleasure in taking from innocent people and if i get paid to enjoy their death then so be it. *gives an cocked eyebrow to Tresk*
Canon: Well if we are lucky we will not run into any rai-*shot is fired into the side of the wagon* Get down!
Tresk: *dives for cover behind the wagen taking hold of his 9mm pistol* W-where is he?
Bolt: *takes his rifle and aims into the hillside with huge grin on his face* Once that SOB pops his head out for another shot i will be able to smoke the SOB. *shot fires near Bolts feetand whispers to himself* Got you. *speak to others* West ridge three meters from the large rock in that shed is the sniper.
Canon: *aims his rifle upward* I see him bolt can you hit him?
Bolt: Yes but first, hey kid see that boudler in front of us go run behind it.
Tresk: *shocked* w-what why should I-I run out there its a d-death sentance.
Bolt: You will be fine anyway i need someone to draw his fire while the boss suppresses for us so i can get the killshot.
Tresk: Noway I-I am not doing that right Ca...
Canon: Just do it you will be fine its ok.
Tresk: *speechless* F-Fine! *sprints toward the boudler while Canon suppreses the raider* *stray shots are landing around his body until he finally reaches the boulder* *one final shot is heard with a dead meat sounding pop right afterword*
Bolt: Nailed him Canon you buying the drinks tonight!
Canon: *chuckles and nods at bolt*
Tresk: *walking back from the boulder* I-I hate you both...
Rp example style 2 The location is an old world highway road with Tresk Bolt-Eye the caravan guard and Canon the Caravan owner. They are traveling north to trade their wares to towns that are along this highway. Tresk is tending to the wagon checking the supplies while he is traveling and tinkering with a small puzzle box with a small lock keeping it shut that is supposed to have a treasure inside of it. He starts shaking the box to his ear when Canon starts talking to him.
"Son if you keep shaking it like that you will break whatever is inside that thing. If you really wanted to open that you need a bobby pin." He hands Tresk a bobby pin saying "try this might help you." "T-thank you Canon but d-do you even think whatever is in t-this little thing is even w-worth the effort I-I mean what if it is j-just a little rock or s-something lame." Tresk replies. "Well it is not really about getting what is inside that is interesting, it is about knowing that nothing will stop you at achieving your goal be it opening a small box or making your fortune in this world isn't that right Bolt." Bolt grumbles and states "if it was me trying to open that stupid piece of junk I would just use a hammer and smash it open." Canon chuckles while replying "Well if you did that you would just destroy whatever was inside and lose out of what could be worth a fortune that is why Tresk is going to open that box right son." "I-I’m trying but this thing just will not op..." a click is heard in the box as Tresk finally opens the box. The other two group together and look inside. Canon grabs the box looking inside stating "Tresk you might have just giving us a unique opportunity to earn a lot of caps." "W-what do you p-plan to d-do?" he says. Canon looks at the two and says "Boys we are going south, very south..."
New setting is in an old worn out prewar building in central Florida. While walking through the building Canon, Bolt-eye, and Tresk stumble upon a locked door and try to find a way inside.
"Hey son this doors locked try to pick its lock." Canon says. "Ok b-but this w-will takes some t-time." Tresk tries to pick the lock but then trips a failsafe mechanism. "Oh c-crap." Alarms start to ring in the whole area and protectrons appears from nowhere in the room and start attacking. Canon runs for cover with Tresk shouting "Bolt cover us!" "W-what should w-we do Canon!" "Keep your head down and aim for their backs or their heads!" Bolt surprisingly calm and in his element begins to laugh like a madman going "HA HA HA THAT ALL YOU GOT YOU ROBOT SOBS YOU CAN'T KIL ME!" "B-bolts insane isn't he?" says Tresk. "Yes he is but one thing is that he is good at what he does and nothing stops him." They finish off all the protectrons but one and Bolt runs up to it with his brass knuckles "This one’s going out the old fashion way!" When the dust settles from the battle the door clicks open by it revealing a brand new top of the line weapon. Upon seeing it Canon and Bolt look each other in the eye and state at the same time "Mine!"
Biography
Background
Life story
Early life
Tresk was born in a small farming community near the florida coastline. He was a middle son of 7 brothers and sisters. Due to being the youngest he endured hardships from his older sibleings who played jokes on him. His older brothers and sisters always working with his parents on the families ranch. He helped worked growing crops that had minimal exposure to radition useing local purified water. While doing his chores he learned basic farming skills and how to recognized good crops for deadly ones. His family made caps and a living by selling and trading their crops to caravanas traveling along the coastline. While young he always loved it when the traders came by to his area where they would tell stories of the travels they have made and the sights they have seen. One evening he heard a tale from a trader who spoke of an island way to the north. This land was old and had buildings that reached the heavens. He spoke of longlost treasures from a forgoten time and the secret dangers that lurked in the shadows. He knew that one day he would venture out and find these secrets.
Teens
Tresk always loved exploreing the area around his home but one day he ventured too far off his families property. While searching an abandoned ranch house out in the wastes. He was too busy being distracted trying to pick the lock in home to hear more people enter the house. The poeple who came in were slavers. Tresk finally finished picking the lock as the slavers entered the room he was in. Once the spotted him they attacked and even though he fought back trying to defend himself one slaver struck a large blow to his head causing him to pass out. He was tossed into a cart and was brought northward to the slavers base.
When he awake he was in a slave pen in an unknown region of the wastes. He found that his head was wrapped in old clothing and that a colar was placed around his neck. Scared and frightened he tried to escape but failed due to the surrounding fense. The others in the pen attempted to calm him down cause the slavers would beat anyone who tried anything funny. When he was finally calm and tried to speak he realized he could no longer speak normally and stuttered over his words. He continues this habit to today. Latter on he was finally sold to a caravan trader who took pity in this young lad and could use a hand with his caravan. The trader who bought his treated him with respect, kindness, and tought him how to be a successful caravan worker. The collar was removed shortly after the purchase with the option for him to leave but he decided to stay with the trader. He learned much from the trader and was trained in ways to defend himself by the guard the trader employed.
One day after a few years the trader traveled with his caravan back to Tresks hometown and he was finally reunited with his family. He Spent a good while working back on the farm and enjoying his families company and his time home. During a harse winter food and money was growing scarse and his family had to try to think of ways to earn some more caps. Tresk came up with an idea to travel north to the land that the trader told him of in his youth. He set out to head north along the coast to find this strange land and send back riches for his family to live off of.
Young adult
Today he has ventured north from his coastal family home in Florida along the coast out to find treasures to send home to his town. Along his journy he has seen many unique places and people living near the waters. He saw small wandering tribes who craft unique weapons, clothing and untilities. He spent time and told stories with the tribels who lead him to see new places. One of his favorite stops was a newly recovered and operational nuka cola factory that sold carbinated nuka to caravans. The further north he traveled the more he heard stories of the island filled with large buildings and treaures and lost technologies from the past and where to keep heading. Knowing of the grand potential to find new wonders he kept following the coast until he could finally see the tall buildings on the horizon. He finally reached the land he heard as a child and now he has his sights set at fortune. Who and what did he find on the island well i do not want to spoil the suprise so please stay tuned to find out!
How long we talkin here boss? Currently i cant find any up and running servers though ive applied to several servers. Thanks for being a moderator that responds.
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Speak softly and carry a big stick; you will go far. - Teddy Roosevelt
If things work as foreseen, we're talking of about 3 months, top. If things work even better than we imagine, probably two months.
Our goal is to be able to release, at least, on October 23rd (The day the Great War happened in Fallout.)
I have a very important question (well seems important).
You see this is a fallout server correct. Well we should all know that stuff lays about in the fallout world (Such as Junk or important materials). So I was wondering if chest's and the whatnot will be laid about in the server (like chest in buildings holding material for example). Will this be in the server?
I have a very important question (well seems important).
You see this is a fallout server correct. Well we should all know that stuff lays about in the fallout world (Such as Junk or important materials). So I was wondering if chest's and the whatnot will be laid about in the server (like chest in buildings holding material for example). Will this be in the server?
OOC -
IGN:cdood
Gender:male
Age:13
Have you read the rules:yes
Have you read the lore:yes
RP Expierence:alot mostly fallout type
Fallout Expierence:fallout 3 and new vegas beat them both
Define Meta Gaming:doing something that you know personally but your charter does not know
Define Power Gaming:making you charter to overpowered and unstoppable
IC -
Name:Craig
Gender:male
Age: unknown
Race: Nightkin
Appearence: 6 foot 11 bald and in the best armor he can get and he his skin is blue
Signifying Traits: clever but not very smart but strong
Signifying Skills:has the ability to turn invisible
S.P.E.C.I.A.L.'s:
(40 points to distribute, maxes out on 10)
Strength-10
Perception-5
Endurance-10
Charisma-3
Intelligence-4
Agility-6
Luck-2
RP example:when craig came up to a man in the wasteland The man said Hello good sir wood you like to buy any supplies
Craig says yes what do you have
The man says we have many different things and our special item is i give you a chest with a item in it only for 200 caps
Craig says sure i will buy that
The man places a chest and puts some items in it
Then Craig gives him the caps and opens the chest and there is a book labeled sucker and when craig looks up the man has disappeared
Biography: Craig was a murder before the bombs dropped he was born in portland oregon and his father was killed in a car accident and his mother died during birth and when Craig was only 5 when he ran away from the orphanage and when he was 17 he got a job as a engineer then many years later he was getting married in manhattan to his to be wife betty then later that night he woke up in a car trunk and when he escaped from the trunk he was in south west mexico and the only thing he could think about was his wife not knowing were she was and he got a job smuggling drug from mexico in to America and then he got addicted to co cane and marijuana and while he was addicted he started to kill people for money and got a job as a assassin for the drug lord he worked for and at this time he remembered almost nothing of his wife betty and when he was sent to Maine to kill a women who had duet to the drug lord Craig must kill her and craig found that women and it was his wife betty and she told her that he would have to kill her or he would die and she said no and pulled a pistol out and shot him in the chest and then bombs dropped and the radiation healed his wound and turned him in to a super mutant who now has no memories of his life before the bombs but he has unknown rage for his wife betty who he now hates but has no memories accept for her pointing the gun at him and shooting him and seeing her for the last time ever but when he woke up he was in manhattan again in a hospital that he has no memories of getting there but after the years he was turned in to a NightKin. If you have not played fallout new vegas it is a super mutant that gets addicted to this thing that turns you inviable don't remember the name of it and it turns them blue i don't know why.
No this thing is not dead. We paused work for a bit, but we are resuming progress sometime next week. We are having a new texturepack made, and stuff done. We are also discussing some matters that involve a radio station
Hey guys! I'm super happy to see this server is still alive! I was a (mediocre) builder on this server about a year ago, but I've had a lot of time away from minecraft (getting my own place and what-not) and I missed out on watching the server grow and evolve. Id LOVE to get back to my nerdy roleplaying now that life has settled a bit.
Note: This isn't the curse account I used when I was a builder (search GavenTheLegend for confirmation).
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IGN - GavenTheLegend
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Have you read the rules: Maybe...
Have you read the lore: Yup yuppers
RP Expierence: <--- I think yall misspelled that. On a scale of 1 to 10; 8.
Fallout Expierence:<-- This'n too. Enough to make me sound like a life-less loser.
Define Meta Gaming: Like when you do something that based off of what you know as a person, when your character does not know anything of the sort in game.
Define Power Gaming: When your character is so over powering its unfair to other players. Example for bonus points; *James shoots mega-death-butt lazer from OUTER SPACE and kills err'body*
IC -
Name: James Whitakers
Gender: Male
Age: 27
Race: Human
Appearance: A handsome fellow with an average build standing at 6'2". Normally wearing Pre-war clothing (sweater vest and slacks or a suit when feeling fancy)
Signifying Traits: James is quite charming; a vision of pre-war civility. Normally wearing a half-cocked smile.
Signifying Skills: Not the best combatant, but normally able to persuade/talk his way into/out of something.
S.P.E.C.I.A.L.'s:
(40 points to distribute, maxes out on 10)
Strength-3
Perception- 5
Endurance- 4
Charisma- 10
Intelligence- 8
Agility- 5
Luck- 5
RP example: *James and a hired mercenary named Rick are navigating through a decrepit shopping mall*
Rick: "Tell me again why we're here..."
James: "Oh come on Rick, why else? Loot, my friend!"
Rick: "Ya' know, fer' a smart guy, you're pretty stupid. Places like this got picked clean like... forever ago. Probly' nothin' left but mutants, ghouls, and bandit hideouts here."
James: *Smiles while saying in a friendly tone* "Hence why your here."
Rick: "Whatever, just be glad you /had/ the caps to rent my services. I'm the best damned soldier in the wastes!"
James: "Indeed"
*James and Rick begin to climb over a large pile of rubble*
James: *looking over the top of the rubble* "I see what I came for! It's just on the other side of this-"
*Gunshots from across the Hall send bullets whizzing over James and Ricks head*
Rick: "Get down, scrub!"
*James and Rick duck behind a larger piece of debris and draw their weapons. Rick; a scoped rifle. James; a revolver with only 5 shots loaded*
Rick: "Cover me while I get into a better position!"
James: "I can't even see them!"
Rick: "Neither can I smart guy! Just fire in their direction so I can get down from this exposed spot!"
James: *In a panicked voice* "Uh, Okay!" *James hangs his arm over the debris and fires three shots without looking*
*Rick quickly works his way down letting gravity do most of the work and gets to a suitable vantage point*
*James fires once more in fear even though Rick was already in position*
*Rick pops his head up with the rifle and fires eight shots in quick secession*
*The mall becomes eerily quiet*
Rick: "I got 'em!"
James: "All of them?!"
Rick: "Yea!"
James: "Are you /positive/?!"
Rick: "Yea, ya' scrub. Come on down!"
*James climbs down while Rick keeps looking down his scope just to be sure*
James: "Those punks have given me so much trouble in the past. I'm glad I brought you."
Rick: *still looking down the scope* "You've been here before? You coulda' told-"
BANG! *James shoots a chunk out of Ricks head and his body falls into a slump against his cover*
*James loots his payment of caps off of the warm body then walks casually into a clothing store and begins collecting pre-war outfits*
Biography:
James grew up in a successful settlement known as 'New-Boston'. His father, the leader of this settlement, raised him in the beliefs that they could one day restore the world to its former glory and that it would all begin with New-Boston. New-Boston was huge, having 3 different districts that were all well populated. The Pre-war District, where James spent his childhood, surrounded by the Slum District, where merchants, refugees and people deemed 'too uncivilized' lived, surrounded by the Shield District, where soldiers and those who vowed to protect this utopia lived. James' childhood was full of luxury; he was well fed, finely clothed, and educated. When James was in his teens, he would sneak out into the wastes to see things he had only heard about from the high ranking soldiers that reported directly to his father. Until one unlucky day, he was captured by bandits and had to be rescued by his fathers personal guard. After that, he never snuck out again. When James became of age, James' father allowed him to go on a routine patrol of the surrounding wastes once a week so that he could become accustomed to the harshness of the world. Life was easy, easy enough anyways...
Years later, James' father stopped letting him leave the city. "Things have changed, James. The area around this settlement have run dry of anything useful. Our patrols are going to have to be spread out farther and I don't want you venturing out into the unknown." James' father told him. Being raised by a charismatic leader that had to lie to his people frequently in order to keep the peace, James knew when his father wasn't telling the truth, but James said nothing. He had overheard his father talking about low food supplies to his personal guard and that they were to do a secret night patrol. James knew something suspicion was going on. That night, he snuck out of the settlement using the route he had used when he was younger. He stealthily followed the soldiers all the way to a known bandit camp that they had avoided for years. The soldiers went in, cleared it out, and was hauling back the bodies. Shocked, James bolted back home and told his father what he had seen. First, his father was furious for disobeying him. Then he confessed, "You seen my son, we've always had to do what was necessary to survive. And now, when times have become hardest... we make difficult choices and continue doing what we have to. The people here... they... they need to continue to eat. And as long as nobody says anything, they'll never even notice the change from Brahmin to... human."
James left that night, never to return. He knows difficult choices have to be made and he made his.
First off I want to say if you get a Radio station actually working in this server. You're AMAZING!
Another thing though of a question has come up.
We have the S.P.E.C.I.A.L system but I don't understand how it's going to come into play. I mean is there like a plugin for all of these? For Example: Will our Strength number determine how much our characters can carry?
Your biography has the material to be more elaborate and interesting. I propose you to expand it more. The server ain't going poof anytime soon, so take your time
We have the S.P.E.C.I.A.L system but I don't understand how it's going to come into play. I mean is there like a plugin for all of these? For Example: Will our Strength number determine how much our characters can carry?
So do we accept donations? If so what are the benefits? Im aware donors have caused drama on other servers by claimimg they have 'rights' to the server, but Im not looking for any of that. Just maybe a plot of land and some temporary builder privlages (used to be a builder on the server) to build a tenpenny tower-like structure or maybe a small settlement?
IGN: stev_med
Gender: male
Age: 20
Have you read the rules: green text
Have you read the lore: yes
RP Expierence: been on a bunch of fallour rp servers such as sins of the father and the vault rp to name a few, i also rped in the mmos swtor and swg
Fallout Expierence: fallout 3 and new vegas
Define Meta Gaming: using ooc knowledge in character
Define Power Gaming: useing overpowers abilities to force rp onto other. IE trying to kill someone off without their concent.
IC -
Name: Tresk Monte
Gender: m
Age: 20
Race: human
Appearence: Young white male of average height. He has pitch black hair naturally and wears a black undershirt with white tattered jacket and jeans with kneepads. He is usually smiling with a goofy grin and calm complection. He hides his pistol in his jacket and is not afraid to defend himself or his friends with it.
Signifying Traits: He is a stutter caused by an accident in his youth by slavers that is easily noticeable. He is always kind and has a kind smile and attitude. He tried to avoid conflict by talking others out of it and being a voice of reason who understands the harshness of the wastes.
Signifying Skills: scavenging, pistols, lockpicking (good with his hands basically) He is a stutter but this trait makes people feel he is harmless and can open up to him.
S.P.E.C.I.A.L.'s:
(40 points to distribute, maxes out on 10)
Strength- 4
Perception- 5
Endurance- 5
Charisma- 8
Intelligence- 7
Agility- 5
Luck- 6
RP example
Setting walking with caravan through a small valley.
Canon: *hums a tune of an old world song that is playing over the radio* You know Bolt you should try smiling more you have a nice smile.
Bolt: I only smile when i am killing filthy raiders.
Tresk: B-bolt you are such a w-wierdo how c-can killing p-people give you joy?
Bolt: I only enjoy killing the filth, the ones who take pleasure in taking from innocent people and if i get paid to enjoy their death then so be it. *gives an cocked eyebrow to Tresk*
Canon: Well if we are lucky we will not run into any rai-*shot is fired into the side of the wagon* Get down!
Tresk: *dives for cover behind the wagen taking hold of his 9mm pistol* W-where is he?
Bolt: *takes his rifle and aims into the hillside with huge grin on his face* Once that SOB pops his head out for another shot i will be able to smoke the SOB. *shot fires near Bolts feetand whispers to himself* Got you. *speak to others* West ridge three meters from the large rock in that shed is the sniper.
Canon: *aims his rifle upward* I see him bolt can you hit him?
Bolt: Yes but first, hey kid see that boudler in front of us go run behind it.
Tresk: *shocked* w-what why should I-I run out there its a d-death sentance.
Bolt: You will be fine anyway i need someone to draw his fire while the boss suppresses for us so i can get the killshot.
Tresk: Noway I-I am not doing that right Ca...
Canon: Just do it you will be fine its ok.
Tresk: *speechless* F-Fine! *sprints toward the boudler while Canon suppreses the raider* *stray shots are landing around his body until he finally reaches the boulder* *one final shot is heard with a dead meat sounding pop right afterword*
Bolt: Nailed him Canon you buying the drinks tonight!
Canon: *chuckles and nods at bolt*
Tresk: *walking back from the boulder* I-I hate you both...
Rp example style 2
The location is an old world highway road with Tresk Bolt-Eye the caravan guard and Canon the Caravan owner. They are traveling north to trade their wares to towns that are along this highway. Tresk is tending to the wagon checking the supplies while he is traveling and tinkering with a small puzzle box with a small lock keeping it shut that is supposed to have a treasure inside of it. He starts shaking the box to his ear when Canon starts talking to him.
"Son if you keep shaking it like that you will break whatever is inside that thing. If you really wanted to open that you need a bobby pin." He hands Tresk a bobby pin saying "try this might help you." "T-thank you Canon but d-do you even think whatever is in t-this little thing is even w-worth the effort I-I mean what if it is j-just a little rock or s-something lame." Tresk replies. "Well it is not really about getting what is inside that is interesting, it is about knowing that nothing will stop you at achieving your goal be it opening a small box or making your fortune in this world isn't that right Bolt." Bolt grumbles and states "if it was me trying to open that stupid piece of junk I would just use a hammer and smash it open." Canon chuckles while replying "Well if you did that you would just destroy whatever was inside and lose out of what could be worth a fortune that is why Tresk is going to open that box right son." "I-I’m trying but this thing just will not op..." a click is heard in the box as Tresk finally opens the box. The other two group together and look inside. Canon grabs the box looking inside stating "Tresk you might have just giving us a unique opportunity to earn a lot of caps." "W-what do you p-plan to d-do?" he says. Canon looks at the two and says "Boys we are going south, very south..."
New setting is in an old worn out prewar building in central Florida. While walking through the building Canon, Bolt-eye, and Tresk stumble upon a locked door and try to find a way inside.
"Hey son this doors locked try to pick its lock." Canon says. "Ok b-but this w-will takes some t-time." Tresk tries to pick the lock but then trips a failsafe mechanism. "Oh c-crap." Alarms start to ring in the whole area and protectrons appears from nowhere in the room and start attacking. Canon runs for cover with Tresk shouting "Bolt cover us!" "W-what should w-we do Canon!" "Keep your head down and aim for their backs or their heads!" Bolt surprisingly calm and in his element begins to laugh like a madman going "HA HA HA THAT ALL YOU GOT YOU ROBOT SOBS YOU CAN'T KIL ME!" "B-bolts insane isn't he?" says Tresk. "Yes he is but one thing is that he is good at what he does and nothing stops him." They finish off all the protectrons but one and Bolt runs up to it with his brass knuckles "This one’s going out the old fashion way!" When the dust settles from the battle the door clicks open by it revealing a brand new top of the line weapon. Upon seeing it Canon and Bolt look each other in the eye and state at the same time "Mine!"
Biography
Background
Life story
Early life
Tresk was born in a small farming community near the florida coastline. He was a middle son of 7 brothers and sisters. Due to being the youngest he endured hardships from his older sibleings who played jokes on him. His older brothers and sisters always working with his parents on the families ranch. He helped worked growing crops that had minimal exposure to radition useing local purified water. While doing his chores he learned basic farming skills and how to recognized good crops for deadly ones. His family made caps and a living by selling and trading their crops to caravanas traveling along the coastline. While young he always loved it when the traders came by to his area where they would tell stories of the travels they have made and the sights they have seen. One evening he heard a tale from a trader who spoke of an island way to the north. This land was old and had buildings that reached the heavens. He spoke of longlost treasures from a forgoten time and the secret dangers that lurked in the shadows. He knew that one day he would venture out and find these secrets.
Teens
Tresk always loved exploreing the area around his home but one day he ventured too far off his families property. While searching an abandoned ranch house out in the wastes. He was too busy being distracted trying to pick the lock in home to hear more people enter the house. The poeple who came in were slavers. Tresk finally finished picking the lock as the slavers entered the room he was in. Once the spotted him they attacked and even though he fought back trying to defend himself one slaver struck a large blow to his head causing him to pass out. He was tossed into a cart and was brought northward to the slavers base.
When he awake he was in a slave pen in an unknown region of the wastes. He found that his head was wrapped in old clothing and that a colar was placed around his neck. Scared and frightened he tried to escape but failed due to the surrounding fense. The others in the pen attempted to calm him down cause the slavers would beat anyone who tried anything funny. When he was finally calm and tried to speak he realized he could no longer speak normally and stuttered over his words. He continues this habit to today. Latter on he was finally sold to a caravan trader who took pity in this young lad and could use a hand with his caravan. The trader who bought his treated him with respect, kindness, and tought him how to be a successful caravan worker. The collar was removed shortly after the purchase with the option for him to leave but he decided to stay with the trader. He learned much from the trader and was trained in ways to defend himself by the guard the trader employed.
One day after a few years the trader traveled with his caravan back to Tresks hometown and he was finally reunited with his family. He Spent a good while working back on the farm and enjoying his families company and his time home. During a harse winter food and money was growing scarse and his family had to try to think of ways to earn some more caps. Tresk came up with an idea to travel north to the land that the trader told him of in his youth. He set out to head north along the coast to find this strange land and send back riches for his family to live off of.
Young adult
Today he has ventured north from his coastal family home in Florida along the coast out to find treasures to send home to his town. Along his journy he has seen many unique places and people living near the waters. He saw small wandering tribes who craft unique weapons, clothing and untilities. He spent time and told stories with the tribels who lead him to see new places. One of his favorite stops was a newly recovered and operational nuka cola factory that sold carbinated nuka to caravans. The further north he traveled the more he heard stories of the island filled with large buildings and treaures and lost technologies from the past and where to keep heading. Knowing of the grand potential to find new wonders he kept following the coast until he could finally see the tall buildings on the horizon. He finally reached the land he heard as a child and now he has his sights set at fortune. Who and what did he find on the island well i do not want to spoil the suprise so please stay tuned to find out!
Didn't we already accept you...?
The server is not up and running, not yet. We want to take things slow and fix every single detail before release.
If things work as foreseen, we're talking of about 3 months, top. If things work even better than we imagine, probably two months.
Our goal is to be able to release, at least, on October 23rd (The day the Great War happened in Fallout.)
You see this is a fallout server correct. Well we should all know that stuff lays about in the fallout world (Such as Junk or important materials). So I was wondering if chest's and the whatnot will be laid about in the server (like chest in buildings holding material for example). Will this be in the server?
i do not know lol
yup
IGN:cdood
Gender:male
Age:13
Have you read the rules:yes
Have you read the lore:yes
RP Expierence:alot mostly fallout type
Fallout Expierence:fallout 3 and new vegas beat them both
Define Meta Gaming:doing something that you know personally but your charter does not know
Define Power Gaming:making you charter to overpowered and unstoppable
IC -
Name:Craig
Gender:male
Age: unknown
Race: Nightkin
Appearence: 6 foot 11 bald and in the best armor he can get and he his skin is blue
Signifying Traits: clever but not very smart but strong
Signifying Skills:has the ability to turn invisible
S.P.E.C.I.A.L.'s:
(40 points to distribute, maxes out on 10)
Strength-10
Perception-5
Endurance-10
Charisma-3
Intelligence-4
Agility-6
Luck-2
RP example:when craig came up to a man in the wasteland The man said Hello good sir wood you like to buy any supplies
Craig says yes what do you have
The man says we have many different things and our special item is i give you a chest with a item in it only for 200 caps
Craig says sure i will buy that
The man places a chest and puts some items in it
Then Craig gives him the caps and opens the chest and there is a book labeled sucker and when craig looks up the man has disappeared
Biography: Craig was a murder before the bombs dropped he was born in portland oregon and his father was killed in a car accident and his mother died during birth and when Craig was only 5 when he ran away from the orphanage and when he was 17 he got a job as a engineer then many years later he was getting married in manhattan to his to be wife betty then later that night he woke up in a car trunk and when he escaped from the trunk he was in south west mexico and the only thing he could think about was his wife not knowing were she was and he got a job smuggling drug from mexico in to America and then he got addicted to co cane and marijuana and while he was addicted he started to kill people for money and got a job as a assassin for the drug lord he worked for and at this time he remembered almost nothing of his wife betty and when he was sent to Maine to kill a women who had duet to the drug lord Craig must kill her and craig found that women and it was his wife betty and she told her that he would have to kill her or he would die and she said no and pulled a pistol out and shot him in the chest and then bombs dropped and the radiation healed his wound and turned him in to a super mutant who now has no memories of his life before the bombs but he has unknown rage for his wife betty who he now hates but has no memories accept for her pointing the gun at him and shooting him and seeing her for the last time ever but when he woke up he was in manhattan again in a hospital that he has no memories of getting there but after the years he was turned in to a NightKin. If you have not played fallout new vegas it is a super mutant that gets addicted to this thing that turns you inviable don't remember the name of it and it turns them blue i don't know why.
Read the rules. Please, PLEASE, expand your rp example and biography.
Note: This isn't the curse account I used when I was a builder (search GavenTheLegend for confirmation).
OOC -
IGN - GavenTheLegend
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Have you read the rules: Maybe...
Have you read the lore: Yup yuppers
RP Expierence: <--- I think yall misspelled that. On a scale of 1 to 10; 8.
Fallout Expierence:<-- This'n too. Enough to make me sound like a life-less loser.
Define Meta Gaming: Like when you do something that based off of what you know as a person, when your character does not know anything of the sort in game.
Define Power Gaming: When your character is so over powering its unfair to other players. Example for bonus points; *James shoots mega-death-butt lazer from OUTER SPACE and kills err'body*
IC -
Name: James Whitakers
Gender: Male
Age: 27
Race: Human
Appearance: A handsome fellow with an average build standing at 6'2". Normally wearing Pre-war clothing (sweater vest and slacks or a suit when feeling fancy)
Signifying Traits: James is quite charming; a vision of pre-war civility. Normally wearing a half-cocked smile.
Signifying Skills: Not the best combatant, but normally able to persuade/talk his way into/out of something.
S.P.E.C.I.A.L.'s:
(40 points to distribute, maxes out on 10)
Strength-3
Perception- 5
Endurance- 4
Charisma- 10
Intelligence- 8
Agility- 5
Luck- 5
RP example: *James and a hired mercenary named Rick are navigating through a decrepit shopping mall*
Rick: "Tell me again why we're here..."
James: "Oh come on Rick, why else? Loot, my friend!"
Rick: "Ya' know, fer' a smart guy, you're pretty stupid. Places like this got picked clean like... forever ago. Probly' nothin' left but mutants, ghouls, and bandit hideouts here."
James: *Smiles while saying in a friendly tone* "Hence why your here."
Rick: "Whatever, just be glad you /had/ the caps to rent my services. I'm the best damned soldier in the wastes!"
James: "Indeed"
*James and Rick begin to climb over a large pile of rubble*
James: *looking over the top of the rubble* "I see what I came for! It's just on the other side of this-"
*Gunshots from across the Hall send bullets whizzing over James and Ricks head*
Rick: "Get down, scrub!"
*James and Rick duck behind a larger piece of debris and draw their weapons. Rick; a scoped rifle. James; a revolver with only 5 shots loaded*
Rick: "Cover me while I get into a better position!"
James: "I can't even see them!"
Rick: "Neither can I smart guy! Just fire in their direction so I can get down from this exposed spot!"
James: *In a panicked voice* "Uh, Okay!" *James hangs his arm over the debris and fires three shots without looking*
*Rick quickly works his way down letting gravity do most of the work and gets to a suitable vantage point*
*James fires once more in fear even though Rick was already in position*
*Rick pops his head up with the rifle and fires eight shots in quick secession*
*The mall becomes eerily quiet*
Rick: "I got 'em!"
James: "All of them?!"
Rick: "Yea!"
James: "Are you /positive/?!"
Rick: "Yea, ya' scrub. Come on down!"
*James climbs down while Rick keeps looking down his scope just to be sure*
James: "Those punks have given me so much trouble in the past. I'm glad I brought you."
Rick: *still looking down the scope* "You've been here before? You coulda' told-"
BANG! *James shoots a chunk out of Ricks head and his body falls into a slump against his cover*
*James loots his payment of caps off of the warm body then walks casually into a clothing store and begins collecting pre-war outfits*
Biography:
James grew up in a successful settlement known as 'New-Boston'. His father, the leader of this settlement, raised him in the beliefs that they could one day restore the world to its former glory and that it would all begin with New-Boston. New-Boston was huge, having 3 different districts that were all well populated. The Pre-war District, where James spent his childhood, surrounded by the Slum District, where merchants, refugees and people deemed 'too uncivilized' lived, surrounded by the Shield District, where soldiers and those who vowed to protect this utopia lived. James' childhood was full of luxury; he was well fed, finely clothed, and educated. When James was in his teens, he would sneak out into the wastes to see things he had only heard about from the high ranking soldiers that reported directly to his father. Until one unlucky day, he was captured by bandits and had to be rescued by his fathers personal guard. After that, he never snuck out again. When James became of age, James' father allowed him to go on a routine patrol of the surrounding wastes once a week so that he could become accustomed to the harshness of the world. Life was easy, easy enough anyways...
Years later, James' father stopped letting him leave the city. "Things have changed, James. The area around this settlement have run dry of anything useful. Our patrols are going to have to be spread out farther and I don't want you venturing out into the unknown." James' father told him. Being raised by a charismatic leader that had to lie to his people frequently in order to keep the peace, James knew when his father wasn't telling the truth, but James said nothing. He had overheard his father talking about low food supplies to his personal guard and that they were to do a secret night patrol. James knew something suspicion was going on. That night, he snuck out of the settlement using the route he had used when he was younger. He stealthily followed the soldiers all the way to a known bandit camp that they had avoided for years. The soldiers went in, cleared it out, and was hauling back the bodies. Shocked, James bolted back home and told his father what he had seen. First, his father was furious for disobeying him. Then he confessed, "You seen my son, we've always had to do what was necessary to survive. And now, when times have become hardest... we make difficult choices and continue doing what we have to. The people here... they... they need to continue to eat. And as long as nobody says anything, they'll never even notice the change from Brahmin to... human."
James left that night, never to return. He knows difficult choices have to be made and he made his.
Another thing though of a question has come up.
We have the S.P.E.C.I.A.L system but I don't understand how it's going to come into play. I mean is there like a plugin for all of these? For Example: Will our Strength number determine how much our characters can carry?
Your biography has the material to be more elaborate and interesting. I propose you to expand it more. The server ain't going poof anytime soon, so take your time
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