I would appreciate it if you didn't call me sneaky sob, although I really don't give a poo
Because of how many times you have applied and been denied, I must discuss with the rest of the staff the final verdict in order to make it public. Therefore:
Here's 10 questions you cannot answer to distract you! How does the earsplitting loss zero in the effect? How does the wash modify the dynamic condition? When does the wind correspond the various smash? When does the cotton learn the temporary nation? How does the education furnish the mundane damage? When does the cork test the verdant pull? When does the curvy copy influence the front? Why does the abject trick simulate the sex? Why does the support add the piquant linen? How does the meek brass fund the nation?
We will appreciate if you added more punctuation marks, mainly commas, to your biography, for it is hard to read as it is. Don't worry, this is not followed by a red 'DENIED,' it's just a detail we would like you to fix while we're done discussing.
Have you read the rules: Yes
Have you read the lore: Yes
RP Experience: I've played on previous fallout servers like lost days, I have rped over multiple games, and other types of rp servers, like fantasy or medieval.
Fallout Experience: I've played every fallout game so far, i've played on a few previous rp servers, and I heavily engage myself in the fallout universe.
Define Meta Gaming: Meta-gaming is the use of out of character information in-game, like say (example) You know the location of a secret base in character and are recruiting people to help you raid it.
Define Power Gaming: Power-gaming is forcing actions in-game or doing something your character otherwise could not do, something like, "Kills (Insert name here)" (Rough example I know :P)
You have asked me many questions in our short time together, most of which I have never answered and I apologize, In this note I have answered most of you greatly asked questions. Since our time I think your most asked question is "What is your real name?" well i'm not really sure, for the most part I've been known by two names my friends and family, or those close to me call me as you know "Markus" People I don't know usually call me mysterious or a stranger though. I know you are a hard listener I have said my age many times before but if you must be reminded in writing it is 47. Ever since I left our settlement in the west I have been wandering the wasteland I will not tell you were I am heading for the possibility it is not you who receives this letter first. I know you are very intuitive to my appearance so I will vaguely describe to you what I am wearing and carrying, I am wearing The old duster coat you gave me on my 46 birthday It has proven great protection, I wield my trusty .44 revolver I also carry around a close combating weapon for extra measures. That about sums up my appearance as for my skills as you know I am a great shot with a gun I can take a mole rats ears off at 200 yards! I am also very skilled in close range combat. Weapon craft is just another part of my life and so is survivalism. Since you asked, I will tell you my vigor-tester results
You also kindly asked me to tell you a story many times, though I never told you here is one presented to you very late.
It was midday, The sun beating hard on my sweaty skin, taring the liquids from my body. I was on my way to a nearby town for trade. Every step I took made the town seem even farther after traveling for a while I noticed the water in my canteen was nearly empty I also needed a place to rest of a few hours. I located a nearby river bed and dug a hole in the ground until I found moist soil I curved out the hole and place my canteen In the middle of the hole, I proceeded to gather small shrubbery to put into the hole as well, after the gathering was done I put some clear plastic wrap over the hole and sealed the rims, I also had to put a small stone in the middle of the wrap to create a slope for water to drip down into the canteen. For you see as the hot sun evaporates the the moisture out of the soil condensation begins to form on on the wrap as droplets form they drip down the slope into the canteen. After that process I began my journey towards the town again. Along the way I met a woman also heading towards the town. We talked for a while and she told me her story I didn't share much of my personal life, she didn't seem to care so we walked a while without talking. It felt like days for what was only hours. After a while we arrived at the town there we took our own paths. The town was a great place to settle down for a while so I made my house here I took up the job of weapon crafting and so began my life in the very town you stand in.
So ends my story. I hope it was helpful in learning how I ended up living in "The" town again I am trying to conceal the location of you and Chloe. Now I have one more story to share with you It's the story of my life.
So it all began when I was born in the small town of Clarisity. I grew up with my brother Leeroy, my father Robert and our mother, she left us when we were very young when she did she said she was going to change the world, we didn't know what that meant we never had the chance to ask her either. My father, Robert was a weapon smith, He taught me and Leeroy his smithy ways. Upon completing our first firearms we began learning Self-Defense. I have always been a great shot since when I fired my first bullet but Leeroy struggled deeply at shooting so he gave it up and took up the chance to learn hand to hand combat. When we were teens our father told us it was time to start making money. Leeroy took up the job of merchant I on the other hand became a mercenary I later quit after getting tangled with bad people, instead I helped Leeroy with his business. We worked together for many years until one day he decided to go out into the wastes in search for our mother. After that I never saw or heard from him again. Our father stayed in Clarisity. I left in search of my brother who left without a trace.
I scoured the wastes for years. Following clues left behind by my brother, travelling east towards Manhattan for I knew it was the only safe place, until I heard of escalation between the factions residing in the state I have only heard of stories from people coming west from Manhattan, so I decided to settle down on the outskirts of the state in a little town, I spent along time researching the men after me, but I met a woman and we got married and had you two. I worked there as a smith making self-defense weapons for citizens. We were normal citizens for a while I even bought my own guitar and learned to play it. You are now 6 and I want you to know I always loved you, but now I must continue my travels towards Manhattan.I am sorry to leave you so soon but there are men after me and I could not put my loved ones in danger because of my foolish mistakes. Please accept my apologies. These men are bounty hunters after me for my mercenary work when I was a teen. I owe them alot of money that I don't have. I am heading to Manhattan for the safety and high paying work, or so I heard. I have also heard the war ended due to the being out numbered, so it is safe once again. After I arrive in Manhattan I will be looking for a good town to settle in. There are many towns and cities in the Manhattan Wasteland, its all a choice of heart for which one I choose to live in.
By the time your are done reading this note I have reached my destination. There is something you must do first go into the basement there, there is my research, I need you to burn it when you are done the will be a door behind the bookcase there is another note there it will tell you what to do. Dispose of this letter when you are done. http://images.wikia.com/fallout/images/2/2d/Mus_mysteriousstranger_a_02.ogg
When reviewing apps, it is often tiresome to find that people missed some of the things they had to fill in. However, in your app you explain things within the text, which made it quite entertaining to read.
Now, most people would possibly deny the app because it is related to one of the most epic characters in the universe, but! I am not that kind of person. Your grammar has a few details to improve, but that can happen through role-playing. The structure and coherence of your text is one of the best I've read so far.
Adding new, interesting things to the server's role-play is fun, mostly when it is a player who can show his or her creativity to the community. I am intrigued as to how you are going to develop your character once the server is released
- In this server you try to have fun and role-play, which is a rather entertaining way of spending time.
- This has been up for almost a week? The original thread has been up for much longer, a couple months maybe. The server is not yet released, for we are working on it. If you apply and are accepted, you will be pm-ed when we release it.
OC - IGN: _phant0m_ Gender: Male Age: 15 Have you read the rules: I don't really know how to be frugal so frugal frugal. Have you read the lore:Yup RP Experience:I played on a couple of fallout servers a year back and played on a medieval rp server Fallout Experience: Fallout 3, Fallout New Vegas. Define Meta Gaming: Knowledge that you have gained OOC like seeing someones name tag behind a wall when your character would not have. Define Power Gaming:When you roleplay without giving the other role player a chance such as *Breaks Chains* *Kills Other Player with one punch*
IC - Name: Vecher Marx
Gender:Male Age: 17 Race: Human/Cyborg Appearance: Dark Black hair, Tan Skin , Usually wears a trench coat filled with odds and ends he finds.Brilliant blue eyes. Right eye is a poorly made cybernetic eye. Right arm is a horribly low quality robotic limb. Signifying Traits: Merciless, Very convincing voice, low quality robotic limb and cybernetic eye. Signifying Skills: Quick on his feet,Bad eyesight in cybernetic eye,poor control of cybernetic arm,very good at fixing things. S.P.E.C.I.A.L.'s: (40 points to distribute, maxes out on 10) Strength-6 Perception-4 Endurance-5 Charisma 4 Intelligence-8 Agility 8 Luck-5
RP example: "100 caps at least." Vecher said to Josh. "I'll give you 75 caps this gun really isn't that important to me and I could get anyone to fix it" Josh replied. "I doubt that 100 caps or nothing man." "Fine, fine you'll get your caps" Josh then reached in his pocket and handed Vecher a bag of caps and his gun with a solemn look. "I expect it done in a couple of hours Vecher or else." Josh then made a gun with his finger and pointed it at Vecher and then pulled his imaginary guns trigger and said "PEW!" Vecher gave him a look of annoyance then said "It'll get fixed when I get to it. They both then turned away from each other and began walking away. As Vecher was walking he started counting his caps after counting once and then recounting just to be sure Vecher turned around and screamed "HEY GET BACK HERE WITH THE REST OF MY CAPS!" Josh who was a very stingy man and disliked cyborgs had only given him the 75 caps he had first proposed. Vecherbegan to chase after the man with incredible speed. Josh who realized that he was caught also ran but was quickly caught up too. Josh turned around to see an enraged Vecher glaring at him. "It was just a mistake Vecher, my buddy, my pal." "This mistake just happened to be the same amount as your first proposal then? I'll give you one last chance to make up with me. You give me the 25 caps you still owe me and I'll forget this ever happened OK?" Vecher replied. " I would never pay full price to let an abomination like you fix up my weapons. Go back to whatever dirty place you live in and stay there. " Josh replied with hatred. Him saying this made Vecher so angry that he cocked back his right arm to punch Josh right in the face. The only problem was that when he cocked it back his arm started moving randomly and Vecher had no control of it. "God damn it arm! Guess I'll have to use good old lefty then." Vecher said as he cocked back his left arm and punched Josh's light out. Vecher then walked up to Josh and reached in his pocket and took out 25 caps and exclaimed to himself "Guess you just paid full price to an abomination like me then. Ha!. He then dropped the gun he was paid to fix right next to Josh and started to walk to another town because after that stunt he sure wouldn't be welcomed there again..
Biography: Vecher Marx was born to a group of Salvagers in Denver. He would go from skyscraper to skyscraper with his parents finding a large array of valuable items that they would sell to wandering travelers. One day while Vecher was ten he got lost and wandered all the way down to the first floor and went outside. Vecher thought the world looked amazing and he walked around the streets looking at everything and he wondered why his parents told him not to go down here. The sounds of dogs barking erupted from the streets but Vecher was used to these sounds and did not pay attention to them but they got louder and louder. Vecher looked behind him to see a pack of feral dogs running towards him and he bolted towards a nearby store and locked the door. Inside the store there was another Scavenger inside and Vecher pleaded for help but the Scavenger picked Vecher up and tossed him outside the window at the dogs. The dogs tore at the child, chewing off his arm and biting the right side of his face. By the time Vecher parents found him he was crawling on the pavement close to death.Vecher's parents covered the wounds in fabric but they found him revolting and did not care for him anymore. Macharius,Vecher's younger brother, was the only person that cared for Vecher anymore helped him stay alive in his miserable existence. Years later when Vecher was 17 and Macharius was 16 they had devised a plan to run away with all the advanced technology their parents had looted from the city. Vecher's wounds had fully healed but he could not use his Right Eye and his right arm was completely gone. At night Him and his brother stole the two giant bags of ancient and valuable technology his parents had and ran towards the interstate were the dogs would not find them. Once they had reached the highway they started to walk away from Denver. While travelling down to what is Arizona they had found an interesting man with a cog shaped symbol on his robe. The man looked at the rare technology and then at Vecher's arm and eye and proposed a deal with him, If they would give him the Technology he would give Vecher a new arm and eye. Vecher was so happy he instantly said yes without thinking. The man took out Metal rods and wires and an assortment of equipment and attached a horrible low quality robotic limb to his arm and replaced his eye with an almost broken cybernetic one. Vecheryelled at the man to take it back but he just took out an ancient energy weapon and aimed it at Vecher. Vecher andMacharius walked down the road towards Arizona without any food/water/equipment then they finally reached a city. The town had bountiful technology but most of it was decayed and the residents did not know what to do with it. Vecher repaired most of it from what he learned from his parents. The town did not thank him or pay him they just looked at him in disgust. Him and his brother had settled down into the town, Vecher would repair things in the back of the building where people would not see him while his brother would be in front talking to customers. Marcharius never talked to Vecher anymore he would just go into the back throw something at him and expect him to fix it when he got back. Three years later whenMacharius threw a pistol at him, Vecher stood up and stabbed his sharp bladed fingers into him and threw him into the back.Vecher took his long trench coat and a grey fabric to cover his mouth with and wandered away from the town. As he was wandering away from the town he was thinking about where he could go to and be accepted. He had heard rumors of New York a place where cyborgs are accepted no matter how bad of shape they are in.Though he assumed these rumors very well may be untrue it was all he could think of at the moment. So Vecher Marx the cyborg set of for the place called New York in the hopes of a new life.
Pretty much just copied my application from last forums as it was accepted.
RP Experience: Dungeons and Dragons 3e/3.5e/4e, Serenity RPG, Cyberpunk 2077, GURPS, Battletech, WoW, and other Convention games.
Fallout Experience: FO1, FO2, FO:Tactics, FO3, FO:NV, FO:Pen & Paper, The Vault RP
Define Meta Gaming: Mixing Player and Character knowledge
Define Power Gaming: Giving your character more RP power than normal. Not giving other players the chance to defend themselves or act in an RP situation. (Bob, your turn. "I kill Jim and loot his stuff and run off")
Signifying Traits: He is tall (6'2"). His stride is graceful, indicating a bout of athletic agility. His armor/clothing is homemade, meant to withstand all sorts of anomalies of wasteland life. It can stop small knives, and small caliber ammunition, as well as being resistant to things like acid, electricity, fire, and gas. His clothing is stained and unraveling in places, as if it's seen some heavy use over the years. His gear looks as if it's been meticulously organized to be able to carry the maximum load without putting strain on him. When in a crowded area his eyes seem to dart around as if he's looking for something.
Signifying Skills: He has learned how to use both martial and ranged weapons after the many years of having to fend off would-be attackers. He is a craftsman. The items he creates have an heir about them, like they're not just 'put together' but thought out in design. He also has a nature affinity, he is well adapted to the wastelands and it shows. Along with his affinity he knows how to tame wild animals to his benefit.
Str - 4
Per - 8
End - 5
Cha - 4
Int - 9
Agi - 8
Lck - 2
Biography: (Trying something new with this one)
Lex grew up in a small settlement in the Alaskan north. As he grew up he learned how to hunt, and defend himself. Becoming quite proficient with the use of a sword. This was also when he learned how to make armor and clothing. He also learned about technology and engineering as he found it fascinating. He helped keep the towns power generator running. And in doing so learned how to tinker with objects.
When he became old enough the elders set him on his pilgrimage. When a child becomes old enough, they are set off into the world to test their survival skills and learn about the world at large. They both learn to survive in the world, and obtain information about the world at large. The children who are set off are not supposed to return until they receive word from the elders.
After a decade his directions to come home had never arrived. He thought he had made a mistake, or done something wrong. So he returned, only to find his home a ghost town. Nigh a trace of who he knew could be found. It was like they had just left, and hadn't returned. He then decided to wait for the others returning, and join together to find their home.
Years later, and he's still looking, still searching.The others who had followed him had slowly perished one by one to their own demise along the years. His only friend now is the sword he keeps at his waist. Ready for the next inconvenience to get in his way. His only goal now is to find any sort of lead to what happened to his home.
A busy bar scene is in view. Lex and a stout Irishman are both in a shady corner.
"So, what's so important about this 'ere man o' yours?" The man asked curiously.
"He knows something I don't. I need to find him."
"Well I might remember where he is, I might not. You'll have to refresh my memory.." The man looked at Lex slyly. Lex knew what he meant, and put a small bag of caps on the table. "You'll have to do better than that laddie." The man laughed.
"That's all I have, you've got to tell me something." Lex said sharply.
"Oh, do I now? Last I checked you weren't the on-" The man stopped at the sound of a pistol being cocked, "Well, them's aren't kosherized rules laddie." Lex had a pistol loaded under the table.
"Yeah, neither is not taking what is reasonable. So, this is how it's going to go. You'll tell me what you know, and we'll both go our separate ways." Lex stated bluntly.
"New York. He's in New York."
"Where in New York?" Lex demanded.
"Lo- Long Island. That's were he was last."
"Then that's where I'll be." Lex stood up, and holstered his pistol "Nice doing business with ya'."