I enjoyed your application, but please add more detail on your RP example, and make it a bit longer. I do like where you are going with it though. Keep up the good work. Accepted!
I enjoyed your application, but please add more detail on your RP example, and make it a bit longer. I do like where you are going with it though. Keep up the good work.
Accepted!
The rules were updated, please re read them. other than that, everything was great though!
The server is currently in development. It is not open to the public yet. Please be patient. We have a list of accepted people.I liked your application, especially when your father toughed you and when you traveled around the waists.
I'm just messing with you guys, your apps were really good. :3
Your RP and Biography were great, don't change any of those. But you need to go and re read the rules. Thanks! Edit: Your persona is THIRTY, but he lived THROUGH the great war? That's over 200 years. Is he a ghoul? Please explain this. Thanks! Almost Accepted
The deal with Tranquility Lane is that there was only 1 vault with the tranquility lounges you see in Fallout 3. They were built for doctor Braun, specifically, and therefore that virtual reality could not be accessed by your character, for otherwise he would've died when The Lone Wanderer took James, his father, out of Vault 112.
Now, there are other VR pods/lounges in the wasteland, but they are in very specific locations. I suggest you look in the Fallout Wiki, at least.
Also, you have to change your bio, not only add an explanation. It's a suggestion though, there's no problem if you don't.
OOC - IGN: boykidthing Gender: male Age: 15 Have you read the rules: Who reads rules anymore? Have you read the lore: Yes, took me a bit. RP Expierence: 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. Fallout Expierence: 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. Define Meta Gaming: It's using information found out of character, in character. Define Power Gaming: It's basicly using unfair actions while in roleplay.
IC - Name: Sam Reed Gender: Male, of course Age: 15 Race: Caucasian Appearence: He has medium light brown hair that is pushed to the side. no facial hair. Very young caucasian in his teens. His right eye is brown-ish and his left is white due to a hunting accident. He's of average height, so about 5 feet 9 inches tall. He's a bit shy but will do what he needs to survive. He always wears a cap that his father gave to him. his shirt is green and blue stripes, he wears a vest for protection. With light blue jeans. Knee pads over his jeans and black army boots underneath his jeans.
Signifying Traits: He is blind in his left eye due to a hunting accident. He's kinda shy, but will do what he needs to survive. He always is carrying an army combat knife that his father gave to him when he was about thirteen. He's always delighted to see another person who has hunting interests. He also knew very much about how guns work, and how cars do aswell. Signifying Skills: He is very atheletic due to his high Strength, Endurance and agility. S.P.E.C.I.A.L.'s:
(40 points to distribute, maxes out on 10)
Strength- 8
Perception-3
Endurance- 8
Charisma- 2
Intelligence- 6
Agility- 8
Luck- 5
RP example:
Samuel walks into an old grocery store.
On his way in he notices an old Nuka Cola machine.
He walks up to it and bangs it with his foot.
A nuka cola drops into the basket for him to grab.
Samuel hears something in a distance..
"Ghraaah!"... "Eaaagghhh!"..
Samuel quickly takes out his army combat knife and crouches behind the machine.
He can hear the moans and screams getting closer.
Three ghouls walk out infront of him, not noticing him yet.
They look around for a short time, Sam terrified.
Two of them walk back into the store, one stays out.
Sam stands up and walks towards the ghoul
Sam raises his Combat knife as he gets closer to the ghoul.
The ghoul turns around and grabs Sam! "Grha!"
Sam tries to shake loose, but he can't.
Sam quickly takes out his 10mm pistol and shoots it in the gut.
While the ghoul is off Sam, he runs towards it and stabs it in the face with his knife, over and over.
He stands up and notices something to his right, it's a whole swarm of ghouls shambeling towards Sam!
"The gun shot must've attracted the buggers!"
Sam quickly takes out a grenade.
He pulls out the pin and throws it at the crowd.
*Boom!*
Another swarm of them run around the corner of the wall.
Sam makes a run for the door.
Sam prys the door open as they run towards him.
He opens the door and quickly runs through just to find another three ghouls waiting on the other side.
He takes out his 10mm and aims for their heads, killing only two and missing the third.
Sam quickly dashes as fast as he can towards the third ghoul.
Sam knocks the ghoul to the floor and stomps on it's face.
As many ghouls chase Sam, he finds a small door.
The door is locked, he is trapped!
Just before everything was lost.
A minigun starts to fire on the crowd of ghouls
Sam; "Is that a minigun!?"
All the ghouls died, a stranger walks around the corner with the minigun.
stranger; "What the heck did you think you were doing?!"
Sam: "I was ju.."
The stranger interrupts Sam; "You could've got yerself killed"
Sam: "Yeah, um.. Thanks!"
Sam holds out his hand. "Sam"
The stranger shakes Sam's hand. "Jeffrey"
Jeffrey: "Listen, Sam; we should get out of this place. We wouldn't want anything else to happen. If I wasn't there when I was.. well, let's just say that probably wouldn;t have ended very well for you, Sam"
Sam: "Yeah, let's go. And uh, thanks again, Jeffrey"
Jeffrey: "Hey, uh Sam?"
Sam: "Yeah, jeffrey?"
Jeffrey: "How'd you end up by yourself anyways? What are you; 16?"
Sam: "15 actually. And.. it's a long story.."
They find the exit to the minimart.
Jeffrey: "Sam"
Sam: "Yeah?"
Jeffrey: "heads up!"
Jeffrey throws Sam a walkie talkie. "These things can connect to eachother from 18 miles. If there's anything you need, or if you wanna meet up again.. don't hesitate to call me. Channel 4"
Sam takes the walkie and changes it to chanel 4. "Thanks, Jeffrey. I'll pay you back someday."
Jeffrey: "I'm gonna hold ya' to that!"
They both laugh then part their ways.
Biography:
Younger years 1-12
Sam was born in a small shed. With the birth killing his mother. He never had anyone to look up to when he was a kid, except his dad. But he was just a drunk, who beated Sam when he was a child. Sam never really had any friends when he was younger, his father wouldn't let him out of the shack that they lived in. Of course, being that they lived in a world with raiders and mutants. It was never a good place for a kid to grow up. But Sam always wanted to go outside. So, when his dad was out; searching for supplies. He sneaked out out of the shack, just when his dad was walking home. His father saw him outside and beat him for disobeying him. So you could say Sam's younger years were very rough and hard on Sam.
Teen years 13-15
Sam's birthday, when he turned 13. His father thought that he was old enough to carry a weapon. So he took out an old army combat knife and handed it to Sam. He taught him how to use it, and how to defend from it! Now, because he knew Sam would be old enough to leave the shack in a few years; that he could build Sam up, make him stronger. So he would make Sam do push-ups, pull-ups and sit-ups in the little shack. After two years of that, Sam has become very strong and atheletic. His father thought it was time to show him the outside world, what he has been hiding from him all these years. He took him outside to find a ghoul, not even thirty feet from their shack. His father raised his hand-gun and shot the ghoul in the head. Sam, amazed, wanted to learn how to use a gun. So his father taught him. A few months went by and Sam was a great shot already! His father would take him out hunting for molerats and radroaches! But one day, his father came home drunk. He started to try to attack Sam. Sam, out of fear; took out his knife as his father ran towards him. He stabbed his father in the kneck. He took the knife out then turned around and back-kicked his father in the face, knocking him to the floor. Sam, realizing what he did; quickly went over to his father as blood poured out of his mouth. In tears, he gathered some things and set off into the wasteland, never to return to that shack.
OOC -
IGN: stev_med
Gender: male
Age: 20
Have you read the rules: yes frugal stuff and whatnot
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!
OOC -
IGN: stev_med
Gender: male
Age: 20
Have you read the rules: you changed it you sneaky sob
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!
I enjoyed your application, but please add more detail on your RP example, and make it a bit longer. I do like where you are going with it though. Keep up the good work.
Accepted!
The rules were updated, please re read them. other than that, everything was great though!
ACCEPTED
I accidently read your previous one, you're accepted now. :3
So do we get a pm with the ip?
I'm just messing with you guys, your apps were really good. :3
No, no, it's fine. I was just messing with you guys. We really loved your apps. :3 And I really enjoyed them!
ETA?
Hopefully before 2014 :3 That's all we know.
Your RP and Biography were great, don't change any of those. But you need to go and re read the rules. Thanks! Edit: Your persona is THIRTY, but he lived THROUGH the great war? That's over 200 years. Is he a ghoul? Please explain this. Thanks!
Almost Accepted
The deal with Tranquility Lane is that there was only 1 vault with the tranquility lounges you see in Fallout 3. They were built for doctor Braun, specifically, and therefore that virtual reality could not be accessed by your character, for otherwise he would've died when The Lone Wanderer took James, his father, out of Vault 112.
Now, there are other VR pods/lounges in the wasteland, but they are in very specific locations. I suggest you look in the Fallout Wiki, at least.
Also, you have to change your bio, not only add an explanation. It's a suggestion though, there's no problem if you don't.
ALMOST ACCEPTED.
Great edits!
The explanation works as well.
You are.....
Almost Accepted
Great edits. The way you improvised on the spot is great. But where is this simulation room?
We might add it to the lore. :3
Accepted!
IGN: boykidthing
Gender: male
Age: 15
Have you read the rules: Who reads rules anymore?
Have you read the lore: Yes, took me a bit.
RP Expierence: 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.
Fallout Expierence: 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.
Define Meta Gaming: It's using information found out of character, in character.
Define Power Gaming: It's basicly using unfair actions while in roleplay.
IC -
Name: Sam Reed
Gender: Male, of course
Age: 15
Race: Caucasian
Appearence: He has medium light brown hair that is pushed to the side. no facial hair. Very young caucasian in his teens. His right eye is brown-ish and his left is white due to a hunting accident. He's of average height, so about 5 feet 9 inches tall. He's a bit shy but will do what he needs to survive. He always wears a cap that his father gave to him. his shirt is green and blue stripes, he wears a vest for protection. With light blue jeans. Knee pads over his jeans and black army boots underneath his jeans.
Signifying Traits: He is blind in his left eye due to a hunting accident. He's kinda shy, but will do what he needs to survive. He always is carrying an army combat knife that his father gave to him when he was about thirteen. He's always delighted to see another person who has hunting interests. He also knew very much about how guns work, and how cars do aswell.
Signifying Skills: He is very atheletic due to his high Strength, Endurance and agility.
S.P.E.C.I.A.L.'s:
(40 points to distribute, maxes out on 10)
Strength- 8
Perception-3
Endurance- 8
Charisma- 2
Intelligence- 6
Agility- 8
Luck- 5
RP example:
Samuel walks into an old grocery store.
On his way in he notices an old Nuka Cola machine.
He walks up to it and bangs it with his foot.
A nuka cola drops into the basket for him to grab.
Samuel hears something in a distance..
"Ghraaah!"... "Eaaagghhh!"..
Samuel quickly takes out his army combat knife and crouches behind the machine.
He can hear the moans and screams getting closer.
Three ghouls walk out infront of him, not noticing him yet.
They look around for a short time, Sam terrified.
Two of them walk back into the store, one stays out.
Sam stands up and walks towards the ghoul
Sam raises his Combat knife as he gets closer to the ghoul.
The ghoul turns around and grabs Sam! "Grha!"
Sam tries to shake loose, but he can't.
Sam quickly takes out his 10mm pistol and shoots it in the gut.
While the ghoul is off Sam, he runs towards it and stabs it in the face with his knife, over and over.
He stands up and notices something to his right, it's a whole swarm of ghouls shambeling towards Sam!
"The gun shot must've attracted the buggers!"
Sam quickly takes out a grenade.
He pulls out the pin and throws it at the crowd.
*Boom!*
Another swarm of them run around the corner of the wall.
Sam makes a run for the door.
Sam prys the door open as they run towards him.
He opens the door and quickly runs through just to find another three ghouls waiting on the other side.
He takes out his 10mm and aims for their heads, killing only two and missing the third.
Sam quickly dashes as fast as he can towards the third ghoul.
Sam knocks the ghoul to the floor and stomps on it's face.
As many ghouls chase Sam, he finds a small door.
The door is locked, he is trapped!
Just before everything was lost.
A minigun starts to fire on the crowd of ghouls
Sam; "Is that a minigun!?"
All the ghouls died, a stranger walks around the corner with the minigun.
stranger; "What the heck did you think you were doing?!"
Sam: "I was ju.."
The stranger interrupts Sam; "You could've got yerself killed"
Sam: "Yeah, um.. Thanks!"
Sam holds out his hand. "Sam"
The stranger shakes Sam's hand. "Jeffrey"
Jeffrey: "Listen, Sam; we should get out of this place. We wouldn't want anything else to happen. If I wasn't there when I was.. well, let's just say that probably wouldn;t have ended very well for you, Sam"
Sam: "Yeah, let's go. And uh, thanks again, Jeffrey"
Jeffrey: "Hey, uh Sam?"
Sam: "Yeah, jeffrey?"
Jeffrey: "How'd you end up by yourself anyways? What are you; 16?"
Sam: "15 actually. And.. it's a long story.."
They find the exit to the minimart.
Jeffrey: "Sam"
Sam: "Yeah?"
Jeffrey: "heads up!"
Jeffrey throws Sam a walkie talkie. "These things can connect to eachother from 18 miles. If there's anything you need, or if you wanna meet up again.. don't hesitate to call me. Channel 4"
Sam takes the walkie and changes it to chanel 4. "Thanks, Jeffrey. I'll pay you back someday."
Jeffrey: "I'm gonna hold ya' to that!"
They both laugh then part their ways.
Biography:
Younger years 1-12
Sam was born in a small shed. With the birth killing his mother. He never had anyone to look up to when he was a kid, except his dad. But he was just a drunk, who beated Sam when he was a child. Sam never really had any friends when he was younger, his father wouldn't let him out of the shack that they lived in. Of course, being that they lived in a world with raiders and mutants. It was never a good place for a kid to grow up. But Sam always wanted to go outside. So, when his dad was out; searching for supplies. He sneaked out out of the shack, just when his dad was walking home. His father saw him outside and beat him for disobeying him. So you could say Sam's younger years were very rough and hard on Sam.
Teen years 13-15
Sam's birthday, when he turned 13. His father thought that he was old enough to carry a weapon. So he took out an old army combat knife and handed it to Sam. He taught him how to use it, and how to defend from it! Now, because he knew Sam would be old enough to leave the shack in a few years; that he could build Sam up, make him stronger. So he would make Sam do push-ups, pull-ups and sit-ups in the little shack. After two years of that, Sam has become very strong and atheletic. His father thought it was time to show him the outside world, what he has been hiding from him all these years. He took him outside to find a ghoul, not even thirty feet from their shack. His father raised his hand-gun and shot the ghoul in the head. Sam, amazed, wanted to learn how to use a gun. So his father taught him. A few months went by and Sam was a great shot already! His father would take him out hunting for molerats and radroaches! But one day, his father came home drunk. He started to try to attack Sam. Sam, out of fear; took out his knife as his father ran towards him. He stabbed his father in the kneck. He took the knife out then turned around and back-kicked his father in the face, knocking him to the floor. Sam, realizing what he did; quickly went over to his father as blood poured out of his mouth. In tears, he gathered some things and set off into the wasteland, never to return to that shack.
Great to have you back, Sam! Always great to see returning members!
Accepted
We are JUST bringing the project back to life. It will hopefully be ready before November.
IGN: stev_med
Gender: male
Age: 20
Have you read the rules: yes frugal stuff and whatnot
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!
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It's a no as in 'Review your app and please expand, also fix a few details.' Yup?
IGN: stev_med
Gender: male
Age: 20
Have you read the rules: you changed it you sneaky sob
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!