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 )
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.
Have you read the rules: yes I have
Have you read the lore: yes
RP Experience: I have played many roleplay servers on Garry's mod (another PC game) and minecraft
Fallout Experience: I have played and enjoyed fallout 2 3 and nv and have also played fallout nv rp on Garry's mod (another PC game)
Define Meta Gaming: Using external sources of information to help with the gamin experience.
Define Power Gaming: Playing a game with the aim to maximize the progress to a specific goal.
Name: THEadore or TEddy
Appearence:5"6 with scraggly long dishwater blond hair and a beatnik beard, and a scar over the right eye bright blue left eye and significantly sharp teeth.
Signifying Traits: Scar over right eye and sharp teeth.
Signifying Skills: Extremely bad eyesight and depth perseption but significantly good hearing.
RP: TEddy walks beside a broken radio tower that has been rusted and shot at over the years after the bombs dropped, when he turns around in a sudden jerk of movement and focuses his vision on a big irradiated roach crawling around about half of a mile behind him, his eyes close in relief. " I guess I'm a bit jiterish" he mutters to himself. A few minutes later TEddy jerks his body around and pulls out a small 9mm pistol, as a 357 round comes flying by his shoulder he pulls the trigger of his gun and hits a raider in the temple. "Gah! You little bastards thought you could sneek up on me!" He says in a gunfight with raiders." !" He screams in pain as he gets shot in the left shoulder. After out of ammo, TEddy reaches into his bag an pulls out a lunchbox rigged with explosives and throws it at the raiders and the gunfight is over.
Biography: TEddy was born in vault 68 being the only child of the one female resident. Ther was no real docter in the vault so it was a struggle for an infant of a mother who is constantly the center of attention, he didn't eat well, he didn't get enough exercise, he was constantly getting sick. With these struggles his mother still loved him and raised him very well. By the time TEddy was 14 his mother was already 49 and was sick with breast cancer, there was no one to take care of TEddy because the other 999 or so occupants of the vault were male and did not want to claim him as there own, three years later his mother died. when TEddy was 18 the vault sirens went off and raiders came and killed most of the residents of the vault, but TEddy and his half built securitron (that his "Uncle" Pete helped him rebuild until Pete tragically died when TEddy was 10) escaped but as they were the raiser leader kicked down the securitron and grabbed TEddy by the shirt and held a knife up to his cheek, TEddy kicked the raider and fell from his grasp getting a scar across his right eye. After TEddy fled the vault he escaped into the wasteland and joined a group of settlers in Utah until fiends got the settlement and he started traveling all throughout the American wasteland.
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.
Name: Sam Reed
Gender: Male, of course
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.
(40 points to distribute, maxes out on 10)
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..
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.
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: "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.
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.
Have you read the rules: Yes and I shall follow them
Have you read the lore: Yes also I would like to be in the Enclave
RP Experience: sorry but I have none I felt like trying this because I love fallout, and I wanted to try something new
Fallout Experience: beat Fallout 3 twice both times siding with brotherhood, played extensively on fallout new vegas on the ncr's side. waiting for Fallout 4
Define Meta Gaming: Calling some one by there persons name though your person has never met them
Define Power Gaming: doing something impossible in character like tying some one up with a rope that you make out of thin air
Name: Alex, nick name scorch (sorry for that I'm not the most original)
Appearance:5"8 pale complexion,( always in weapons maintenance) scar from side of jaw to right ear, wears glasses, black hair with a bedhead look, no beard, thin mustache,
Signifying Traits: scar from side of jaw to right ear
Signifying Skills: can disassemble and reassemble a Gatling Laser 30 seconds
(40 points to distribute, maxes out on 10)
RP: Alex picks up a Mesmatron from his reloading bench tosses it hand to hand then picks up the note his friend wrote that was siting on the table, it reads "ok so I found this out side raven rock after that cursed lone wanderer came by, and I wanted to see what you do with it since I know you hate slavers, ill be at the range for us to talk, ill be testing a remodeled gause rifle your friend Deck" Alex looks at the machine then chucks the Mesmatron across his room, it smashes into pieces, which he curses at it saying "you slavers always did make the crummiest technology, it cant even take hitting the wall." he then walks out sealing his door as he heads to the range.
Biography: Alex also known as Scorch thanks to a mishap with a flamer exploding joined the enclave when president Eden became president, he was a master gunsmith in megaton until he saw one of the enclave patrols getting attacked by a yaugui they were struggling so Alex pulled out one of his custom laser rifle and shot the head off the yaugui killing it instantly. he went over inspected the body then said to the men, if they lost the yaugui would attack megaton. the men asked if he wanted to join the enclave so he said sure. 3 years after that he got in trouble because he got in a fight between him and a second gun maker about who's weapons were the best he won after he accidentally shot a mechanic in the arm. afterwards Alex supplied the weapons to take over the purifier the first time also to capture the G.E.C.K and defend the purifier. later he was testing a flamer that an amateur had fixed it exploded after 3 shots killing one officer and scaring his face.
(Edit: I actually made this character up on the spot. And I think that I can do better, so do not accept this app please.)
OOC - IGN: XhAPPYSLApX Gender: Male Age: 15 Have you read the rules: Yes. Have you read the lore: Yes. RP Expierence: 6 years of playing pen and paper roleplaying games, and about 6 years of roleplaying games. Fallout Expierence: Fallout 1(did not finish) Fallout 2(did not finish) Fallout 3(finished) Fallout: New Vegas(finished) Define Meta Gaming: Someone going beyond the rules set by the creator of the product. Define Power Gaming: Someone bending the rules to get the absolute maximum amount of points, skills, ect.
IC - Name: James Cadwell Gender: Male Age: 21 Race: Caucasian Appearence: 5 foot 7 about 195 lbs. Has chocolate colored hair. Blind in right eye. Has red-ish eyes. Light skin color. Signifying Traits: James has always been a very lucky person, he has also been a very light eater, which means even though he cannot lift as much as the other guy, he could easily sneak up on him and kill him. Not particularly charming. Signifying Skills: He has always had a knack for keeping things in tip-top shape, weather it be a gun or a piece of armor, if it's broken James is your guy. He has also had much training in the use of melee weapons. S.P.E.C.I.A.L.'s: (40 points to distribute, maxes out on 10) Strength- 4 Perception-5 Endurance-4 Charisma-2 Intelligence- 6 Agility- 9 Luck- 10
RP example: One day whilst traveling a road. James came across a raider encampment, he snuck up to the entrance, he saw three of them torturing a wastelander.
"Where's the money!?" exclaimed a raider armed with a combat knife.
"I don't know where your f%&king money is!"
"Wrong answer..." exclaimed the same raider.
James came out of cover whilst drawing his trusty revolver, and pointed it at the head of the raider holding the knife.
"What do you think your odds are!?" exclaimed the raider.
"Good..." said James whilst pulling the trigger of his revolver. The raider's head exploded into a burst of blood and brains, James took out and threw his knife at another raider, hit him square in the head with it. The other raider knew he was toying with someone not to be toyed with. "I'm sorry man! here. Here's all of my money!"
James took his money... Then shot him in the head too.
"Thank god! now please help me out of these!" exclaimed the wastelander.
James held his revolver up to his head.
"What are you doing!?!?"
James had a bloodthirsty stare in his eye.
"No! don't do it!"
James walked off into distance. To seek more raiders to slaughter...
Biography: James was a good kid... Until raiders razed his village to the ground at the age of 8, and took him and his mother prisoner. They had their way with his mother. Then cut her head off and put it on a pike right outside of their encampment. He grew up being beaten mercilessly, on his 16th birthday he somehow snuck through the camp unnoticed and ran as far as he could away from their camp, he came across a man by the name of Randall White, Randall took him in and trained him to be a fighter... A killer, it took many years to train his body to its full potential. On his 21st birthday, he left Randall to seek his vengeance upon all raiders on this earth. He took to New York, because word of mouth said that many raiders live in the area, and that he might also find many jobs worth doing.
Your definition of Metagaming is an example of said concept, but you get the idea. It is giving your character knowledge that it should not posses. Say, you learn something Out Of Character (OOC) and make your character know about it. That's about it
I would like you to work a bit more on your bio, it's missing details and seems like your character is overpowered, hehe.
Have you read the rules: Yes I understand the rules complete. Metagaming and Powergaming should be enforced at all times since we all know how many love to cheat to reveal enemy locations or just don't want to die (A.K.A Lone Wander with over 9000 Stimpacks)
Have you read the lore: I've read all of Brotherhood of Steel, All of the Enclave, Parts of the Pitt Raiders (Reason?: To confusing on some levels and never have Ashur say the word 'Slave'.)
RP Expierence: "LOTC" (Minnan1 I talked to you) "Celestial Dreams" (Dead Rp server now), "Calsky" (Heavily corrupt and to many abusers)
Fallout Expierence: Fallout 3 (Favorite! Still playing today! Made a new Character and I'm trying to keep her neutral which is difficult during quests.), Fallout New Vegas (Least Favorite... finished it on Hardcore mode with NCR ending but, just didn't give me my Fallout adrenaline I love.)
Define Meta Gaming: Lets say in IC you lost your family right? Well your character is looking for someone to help him find his family. Now lets say that you've found somebody right? He has accepted your aid and is ready to help you... but in OOC you know where your family is... and you basically put your IC and OOC together ruining both your character plus Rp... Example: "I need you to help me find my family!!! Lucky for me I know exactly where they are! By some random chance they are hiding in the Flooded Subway surrounded by glowing ones that are extremely dangerous to the point you wont survive without alot of help! I've put the exact location on your Pipboy!"
Define Power Gaming: Alright, your character is planning to kill someone out in the wasteland correct. Well you don't say anything in Rp at all besides "Loads rifles and shoots killing (whats his face)" Example: -Slits Weskers throat-
Appearence: Kris wears a "Merc Charmer Outfit", dark brown wastelander hair, and green eyes. In her left eye the vision is a little fuzzy when far away while the right she can see perfectly clear. She carries a 32. Pistol at her side at all times, even when she sleeps.
Signifying Traits: Charmer, Persasive, "Get what she wants" kind of deal.
Signifying Skills: Black Widow, Backstabber
(40 points to distribute, maxes out on 10)
RP example: Down the Subways of New York on the Blue line. Kris and a so called freind of hers named Rat were scavenging for supplies. The Subways can be a dangerous place considering all the Feral Ghouls that live in those parts and Kris knew this at the top of her mind. She had been in the Subways before as a teenager and she knew the dangers.
"When we find a place to rest tonight, your so kissing me." said Rat sounded very excited.
Kris looked at him and with a disbelieveing expression. "In your dreams. Just because your carrying all the supplies for a helpless..." bats her eyelashes at him in the dark. "...filly that doesn't mean you get to have any sort of right."
Rat rolled his eyes. "Whatever hot stuff."
Kris let a giggle slip out of her mouth.
A minute passed and the conversation had died out. Kris didn't like this much quiet, she knew the Subways always made noise no matter what. Yet, nothing. Kris became cautious and checked her surroundings. Something wasn't right.
Kris was right. The quiet changed to loud screams and growls as they were approaching the Subway exit from the blue line. "Feral Ghouls" she guessed were up ahead.
Rat pulled out his hunting rifle and cocked it. "I think we have something up ahead." he whispered, crouching in the dark.
"You think!?" Kris whispered back pulling out her 32. Pistol checking to make sure it was loaded.
"Ok gurl, when I say run we run got it." Rat said
"No..." She looked sternly at Rat. "... How about when I say run ok. Last time you nearly got me killed."
"Ok fine... can I get that kiss now if we don't make it?"
"You'll get it if we make it out alive, now follow me."
Kris took point having Rat cover her from behind. As they tried to sneak past all the Feral Ghouls one finally noticed Rat and soon enough Rat fired a shot... a horde of Ferals were coming. Kris and Rat made a run for the Subway exit. The heavy gates of the exit were closed and this gave Kris the idea. She knew that the Ferals would follow them to the surface and they didn't know what they might encounter on the surface... a plan was coming along nicely.
"Open the gates Kris!" Rat yelled turning around to fire another shot.
Kris stopped right by the gate turning around and aiming her 32. right at Rat's back. If she wanted to get out of this alive. Those Feral's would need a sacrfice and she had one with her all along.
She fired one shot directly at Rat's back. Rat made one yelp before hitting the ground. Kris had just seconds before the Ferals would show up and she needed to act fast. She could starve for one more day... hell she knew that she would return to Rat's body for what was left of the supplies after the Feral's had there fun eating him.
Kris went for the gate and used all her strength to open it. When she did she made a run hearing the Feral's extremely close. The last thing she heard before hitting the surface was a muffled scream saying "You B****"
Kris felt a little guilty inside but surpressed it quickly. This was the wasteland she remembered and here you don't make freinds. Freinds are just tools that help you for a time before they bretray you.
Kris made it up to the surface and saw light once more. The screams and growls were no longer behind her which mean't the plan worked. Luck was on her side.
Biography: Kris was born in a abandoned apartment just off the Burrow of Queens. Both the Mother and Father planned to give her everything she wanted as a little girl. In the wasteland it was quite difficult trying to keep a young girl happy. The father would go out scavenging for supplies and anything for his little angel. While the Mother would instead stay home with Kris preparing what meals she could.
When Kris turned age 5 her Father never returned and she screamed and yelled telling Mother that she wanted Daddy back so he can bring home what she wanted. A "Gronark the Barbargian Comic". In the end Kris never got to see her Father again and the Mother now had to take full on scavenging business out in the wastes.
Kris was left all alone in the apartment for hours, sometimes a day and she loathed it. When her Mother got home she only brought the "needs" to keep her daughter alive not the "wants". This made Kris angry and so at age 7 she snuck out of the apartment and ventured out into the wastes. She had never seen such a wide open world, she was always so cooped up that she didn't know that there was a world around her.
Kris came home and she got one hell of a scolding from her Mother and yet Kris ignored it and continued to sneak out when she had gotten the chance. Everytime she could sneak out she would go just a bit farther out in the wastes.
At age 16 her Mother fell ill to some kind of disease and shortly passed away. Kris was now on her own and she needed to survive... and she was never really taught how to survive. Kris spent one more day in that apartment before packing up what she wanted and headed off into the wastes.
She travelled for a time before coming across a small community. Other people lived here and she soon found out that this world... the wastes can bring up many different kinds of people. Kris got a job at a local bar where she would try to charm patrons or locals into staying longer to have another round.
Kris was gaining her reputation around town and many males tried to get her but she would reject them. She didn't need a man to cozy up to stay safe. She had her own ways of staying cozy, with a bucket of bottlecaps under her bed.
Around age 27 Kris was bored of the little town and decided to move on. In her travels in the waste she met a fine lady by the name of "Velve" who seemed much older and had plenty of experience. The two slowly became freinds helping one another sharing stories that they had. Yet, Kris didn't know this but she was being used.
Sometime during the night when Kris and Velve were chatting away not paying attention they got jumped by a band of raiders. At first Velve and Kris were having the upper hand until another three more showed up. Kris told Velve to cover her as she would make run for new cover. It didn't happen, as Kris ran for the cover Velve made a run in the opposite direction.
Kris took a bullet to the chest and she thought it was over. She hit the cold hard ground head first knocking herself out. Her last thought was "Did she betray me?"
The next day Kris found herself gasping for air in some kind of room. As she tried to get a bearing of her surroundings a man pushed her back down telling her to calm down. Kris asked what happened and the man said a Caravan found her in a ditch stripped naked from head to toe. The man also pointed out that her chest wound was going to make a full recovery.
For a week Kris stayed with the man who she soon found out to be "Percy". Percy fed Kris and gave her a new pair of clothing, and he even gave away one of his many pistols he collects... with some persuation of course. She soon said a farewell to Percy before heading back out into the wastes.
Have you read the rules: Yes
Have you read the lore: Yes
RP Expierence: Played a few RP servers and 3-5 RP games
Fallout Expierence: I have both Falout 3 and Fallout: New Vegas. around Level 15 in F3 and 9-10 in FNV. Both on PC
Define Meta Gaming: When you know something in real life as a human but not in the game, and you use that for your advantage. Such as when your friend told you where the machine guns where in the BF3 map and you have never been there before.
Define Power Gaming: Basicly when you make your player OP and a god.
Appearence: Tall(6'6") Short jet black hair. Clothed in layers of cloth and a few pieces of metal and has a thick jet black beard. Has soul-piercing blue eyes.
Signifying Traits: He is very agile(same as his sister) and sneaky, which helps him in sneaking around enemies.
Signifying Skills: Has the charisma of someone equal to Edgar Allen Poe or Kennedy. In his early years as a child he was hooked to old world literature.
(40 points to distribute, maxes out on 10)
RP example: The commonwealth wanted to strike a deal with the enclave at the old remnants of Central Park. He arived at the gate, but to his suprise, there were a couple super mutants in front of the gate looking for humans to take revenge on. He had to sneak past them some how, he saw that the remnants of trees from the atomic bomb from the great war was leading into the park, he decided that it would be the best and only way into the park with the mutants. He found the nearest "tree" to climb on. Even though the branches were small, he pounced to and fro, on and off them with ease. Within a few minutes he found the assembly with the two factions for his speech, and his only. He begun his speech with a quick clear of his throat.
Liam: "Hello, welcome Commonwealth, and the Enclave. Today in a historic event that will be said throughout generations, is the Unification of two wonderful factions, to control with brilliant country. First, I would like to ask what are the Intentions of both of these factions?"
Enclave: "To restore Americas future."
Commonwealth: "To bring justice to the wastes. And introduce technology."
Liam: "Two great intentions. Now, we need to combine those intentions to success. The enclave to restore the future with justice and technology. Thank you"
Thanks to Liam, the Enclave and the Commonwealth has united as an epic government aimed to control the former USA.
Biography: Liam was born in a vault like many many other people. He loved to read and write, he hoarded many types of literature. When he was 9, being curious as any child would be, he wanted to see what was out in the wastes, so he escaped his vault away from the saftey and protection of vault 104. he found a nearby town for shelter, when he was older(about 20) he collected the metal, cloth and leather and replaced the aged and small vault suit with the materials. He found a gunsmith and decided to go out in the wastes with his gun and defend himself.
OOC - IGN: ikill1045 Gender: Male Age: 15 Have you read the rules: Yes Have you read the lore: Yes RP Expierence: Calsky Server and the server was Heavily corrupted and I was abused there. Fallout Expierence: played and finished Fallout New Vegas Define Meta Gaming: Metagaming is when one takes OOC (Out of Character) information and uses it to their IC (In Character) advantage. Define Power Gaming: Powergaming is when one's character is slightly more powerful than what is humanly possible. For example: If one's character has both of his legs broken, he could not suddenly get to his feet, sprint off, and be unharmed.
IC - Name: Cody Gender: Male Age: 25 Race: Human Appearence: In a armor suit is white with blond hair. Signifying Traits: Better looking and knows a lot. Signifying Skills: Pretty much everything. S.P.E.C.I.A.L.'s: (40 points to distribute, maxes out on 10) Strength-10 Perception- 5 Endurance-5 Charisma-0 Intelligence-10 Agility-5 Luck-5
RP example: *Walks into cave* *explores cave* says "Hmm this looks like a fine hide out. I should set camp up here. So the next day he packed all his crap up and moved on.
Biography: No information on cody dued to memory lost and when he was fine he learned pretty much everything, his life started going up hill but he was a rich person.
Regarding Ashur.. That bit of lore is not the main, official, super-almost-final lore. It was written as a placeholder for the general idea, so we could work on it afterwards. Sadly, when the original project almost dies, we lost most of the staff and thus ignore who or what the lore was meant to imply. We have a new team, who will work on the lore asap, though progress is being slow (Private server reasons, staff related.)
Can't... really accept nor deny your application.
The concept of what can be considered a high society level type of person is quite interesting, and has a lot of potential. However, the events described in the role-play example, though I want to trust you wrote but an imaginary situation, cause some conflict with the ideas for the server's lore, which is a work in progress. There's one more thing I wanted to say, but I shall send that to you in a private message.
We don't usually deny people's applications, when we notice simple details that can be easily fixed. In your case.. I find the OOC section perfectly fine. However, the IC section needs a lot of work, mainly in the RP EXAMPLE, Character description, traits, abilities, skills (be more specific in these last three,) and the Biography. I understand your character has Amnesia, but we need to know his story, even though it is not going to be known in role-play through any simple methods. If you did it with fear to Metagamers... Fear not, they're not around here
RP Expierence: I had a few Fallout RP servers myself, I palyed on the vault RP a lot, I played on the rocketeers (another old fallout RP server) and more. I've also played on a skyrim RP server. I've been playing RP minecraft servers for about 2 years now I think.
Fallout Expierence: I've beaten Fallout 3 and Fallout New Vegas, never played the first two.
Define Meta Gaming: Using OOC information IC.
Define Power Gaming: Doing something to another player that they don't accept IE cutting off their arms without them allowing you to.
Name: Chris Coffin
Appearance: Long white hair, wearing a red beret and has red eyes. He is tan and wears a Black coat with a white and wrap that goes around his body from his left shoulder down to his right hip and around his waist he's also wearing gray jeans.
Signifying Traits: Honest, lazy, short-temper.
Signifying Skills: Good with a bow, and a sword.
(40 points to distribute, maxes out on 10)
Chris: Hey, Cid, you see that addict over there?
Cid: Yeah, what about him?
Chris: Do you see that guy in a black coat over there?
Chris: He's gonna try to sell drugs to him. We're low on caps...so.. when he sells it to the addict, want to go mug him?
Cid: No, Chris! What the hell is wrong with you?
Chris: Alright Cid. We'll find another way of getting food then.
Cid: God, what if I wasn't here? You would have mugged him for the caps, wouldn't you?
Chris: Yeah, shuttup.. let's go find some food in Eureka, the town of Dust and Demons.
Chris and Cid are brothers, born in Manhattan, and born on the same days too. Cid died at only 18, and he was the one keeping Chris in check for a while. Chris would have been a rebel, if it wasn't for his brother. Chris learned because of Cid, Chris would have probably been dead if it wasn't for Cid, Cid was the best thing for Chris, and he would do anything to have Cid back. Chris still dreads the day Cid died.. Cid died, with Chris. They were traveling and a rad scorpion came up and stabbed Cid in the leg, leaving a gashing hole. Chris didn't notice that, and he went on ahead of Cid, didn't even notice he wasn't following him. Once he noticed, he ran back to where the scorpion was, saw that Cid was still alive, lying on the ground crying holding his stomach. Chris panicked didn't have anything for the poison. Chris picked up Cid, and ran as fast as he could with Cid on his back, he ran to the closest doctor he could think of, it was about 3 miles away. When they were about 10 minutes away from the doctor, he stopped hearing his brother cry, but didn't stop running. He refused to stop, by the time they got to the hospital, it was too late.. Cid was gone..
Now, you may be wondering why they were such close brothers, and what happened to Chris that made his eyes red and his hair white. Well, it all starts from when he was younger. Cid was born about an hour before Chris, and Cid as a kid always bragged about being the older brother, and Chris didn't care that much. Cid was more of the goody-goody, nerdier brother, while Chris has always been more of the better at sports, stronger, but not as smart as his other brother, type of kid. Chris was a kid who liked to cause a lot of mischief but Cid always helped him and told him what was the right thing to do in the situation, so they were the perfect team. They got so close because, well, they had no other thing to do. They were at such a young age when their parents died. They were about 10 at the time their mother died, but their father died when they were only 8. Their mother was sick for a few months and that's when they became very close. They went out and always hunted the food together. Cid would make traps while Chris would just go out and hunt the bigger animals. But being together and catching their food together was something they liked doing. But one day, Chris got lost in the wastelands and was hearing a very strange sound. Like somebody, or something vomiting. He went around to check it out, and got ambushed by a group of 8 giant evolved centaurs and was knocked out by a pit full of radiated water slowly sending radiation into Chris' body. Cid realized that Chris was gone and ran looking for him, and found him with the centaur's around him. Cid killed them, all of them. He went to wake up Chris and something changed.. He had white hair, and glowing red eyes. He seemed stronger, but his perception seemed a lot lower.
Not quite.. 100% comfortable with the app, but it's good enough
I would say you make sure your character has a relatively strong weakness to radiation due to that situation you mention. He could be half-way into the ghoulification process.