OOC -
IGN: DragonOptic
Gender: Fish
Age: 15
Have you read the rules: Possibly
Have you read the lore: I was there when you came up with it, yes I have read/heard the lore
RP Expierence: You are missing some letter in there... an “A” and an “E”
I am very experienced there ;D
Fallout Expierence: Fallout 2, F3, F:NV
Define Meta Gaming: Using OOC information IC
Define Power Gaming: There are two types of power gaming... Superman and Batman power gaming. One is when the play can do and survive everything, the other is when the player just has EXACTLY what is needed 24/7 for any scenario.
Eureka, the town of Dust and Demons
IC -
Name: Ashley James Williams
Gender: Male
Age: 27
Race: Human after all
Appearence: 5 ft 10. Black and greasy hair. Muscular, medium build. Broad chin, with that testicle thingy in the middle. Heavy brow, high cheek bones. Scar on left cheek, and doesn’t have a right forearm. He has a f*cking chainsaw rig using a medical brace, like a deathclaw gauntlet.
Signifying Traits: His sexy chin and lack of a right hand make him quite the ladies man. Also he specializes in the slaughtering of the undead, so.
Signifying Skills: Slaughtering the undead with his chainsaw arm, yo.
S.P.E.C.I.A.L.'s:
(40 points to distribute, maxes out on 10)
Strength- 7
Perception- 6
Endurance- 6
Charisma- 1
Intelligence- 5
Agility- 8
Luck- 6
RP example:
*Nicholli listens in on conversation behind a door*
Andrew: -eah, we shall be making our move tonight; 8 pm sharp. Louis has the guns, Arnold’s got the codes, we are all set here. The 38 will be ours!
Lance: Alright, boss! Whatever you s-say sir.
*Nicholli kicks down the door and draws rifle*
Nicholli: I suggest you bozos come with me now, before this gets messy.
Andrew: Over my dea-
*Nicholli fires a round into Andrew’s head, then loads another round into chamber*
Nicholli: Am I going to waste another bullet on you, shrimp?
Lance: Oh dear, I will do whatever you want. Don’t kill me, please!
*Nicholli handcuffs the goon*
Nicholli: Time for a looooong trip home, bubba.
Biography:
“Go to the abandoned mansion with the satanic book,” they said, “It’ll be fine, nobody you know will die or anything.”
This is why we can’t have nice things. Because people just haaaave to suggest you spend some time in a god-damned possessed house. It’ll be healthy for me! No, it will cause me to summon spirits from the grave that will kill my girlfriend. Perfect, just perfect.
Long story short: my girlfriend received a sketchy note on the back of a Nuka-Cola label that said she inherited the mansion at the edge of town. It had the keys, so we figured it was legitimate enough.
We entered the giant heap of a shack, and celebrated the great gift by doing the big nasty. I’m an ass kinda guy. Now she is dead, though. Waste of some good donk... At any rate, afterwards we explored the grounds. The staircases to the bedrooms were rickety, the kitchen was decaying, and the restrooms were glowing with irradiated . A slight bit discouraged, we enter the basement. We should have really been turned off at this point. It was perfect. The paint was almost fresh, the molding was pristine, and there was a badass pedestal with a gnarly book in the center.
It kinda looked like someone stitched a ghoul face onto it as a cover. Gross, but groovy. I picked it up and read the foreign text, with the help of a handy key written to the side of the page. Now, get this. The book flew out of my hand, floated in mid-air, and then vanished. No, seriously. It just got up and poofed.
Did I mention that almost immediately after this an armada of the undead began to rise form the foundation of the house? Yeah, that happened. Never listen to a soda label, kids. They only bring nutritional information and zombies.
Shelly thought it’d be a brilliant idea to run aimlessly into the night, because that is just the kind of girl she is. I found her later, after fortifying myself in the house. She was dead. Well, mostly. Zombies, like I said.
I couldn’t survive there forever, eventually a few made their way in. The only weapons I could scavenge were a machete, a sawed-off shotgun, and Vault Tech limited edition chainsaw. Powered by light, so the agricultural vaults wouldn't waste fuel. To hell if I know how it got here.
I took off the first two with the shotgun, but there was no time to reload. As I reached for the machete the third bit my arm. Off with it’s head! Then my arm. I couldn’t let it spread, after all. So I hacked it off at the source. Now my lonely Sundays will be even more boring, but that’s besides the point.
There was an exposed ventilation pipe in the wall. I had to stop the bleeding. It was... fun. You know what is great about the undead? Flesh is flesh, apparently. I made preparations for my escape, and tossed my dismembered arm out the upper window. The flesh monkeys all piled upon one another to get some, giving me enough time to break out the back and haul ass back home.
It just goes to show you, vacations are bad news. You’ll lose your lady pal, your good arm, and you just reek of rotten flesh. On the upper hand, bad choice of words, you get a badass chainsaw and become a slayer of zombies. Course, not every building has a satanic book to raise them with... Ghouls are more likely to be my prey now.
This is me... Ash J. Williams, wasteland badass. Lost in a wasteland, surrounded by darkness, low on stims.
OOC - IGN:Retrosplicer Gender:Male Age:18 Have you read the rules:Yes Have you read the lore:Yes RP Expierence: The Vault RP,WoW,SWTOR,Dungeons and Dragons,Various RP servers. Fallout Expierence:Fallout 1,2,3,New Vegas,Tactics,BoS Define Meta Gaming:A character knowing OOC information. Define Power Gaming: A character that is stronger then determined in the rules.
IC - Name:Zander Zezenstein Gender:Male Age:22 Race:Human Appearence:Dark hair and cold blue eyes with a dust covered gray robe over his broken and bruised body. Scrap-made cybernetics attached to his left eye and a rusting old iron arm. Signifying Traits: Depressed,Sympathetic,Crippled. Signifying Skills:Medicine,Cybernetics,Ethology S.P.E.C.I.A.L.'s: (40 points to distribute, maxes out on 10) Strength-2 Perception-5 Endurance-3 Charisma-5 Intelligence-10 Agility-5 Luck-10
RP example:
Macharius: *Looks his brother up and down*
Zander: "What do you require of me today" Zander said without emotion
Macharius: "Just keep doing....what you have always done" looking at his brother with half disgust and half pity
Zander: *Toils with his machines and makes sure his med-x is slowly going into his system*
Macharius: "That costs money" he said while looking at the Med-X
Zander: "I understand" and he took out the syringe and handed the box back and his only comfort in life has been stolen from him Biography:Zander Zezenstein 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 Zander was ten he got lost and wandered all the way down to the first floor and went outside. Zander 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 Zander was used to these sounds and did not pay attention to them but they got louder and louder. Zander 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 Zander pleaded for help but the Scavenger picked Zander 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 Zanders parents found him he was crawling on the pavement close to death. Zanders parents covered the wounds in fabric but they found him revolting and did not care for him anymore. Macharius, Zanders younger brother, was the only person that cared for Zander anymore helped him stay alive in his miserable existence. Years later when Zander 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. Zanders 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 a interesting man with a cog shaped symbol on his robe. The man looked at the rare technology and then at Zanders arm and eye and proposed a deal with him, If they would give him the Technology he would give Zander a new arm and eye. Zander was so happy he instantly said yes without thinking. The man took out Metal rods and wires and a assortment of equipment and attached a horrible low quality robotic limb to his arm and replaced his eye with a almost broken cybernetic one. Zander yelled at the man at the man to take it back but took out a ancient energy weapon and aimed at Zander. Zander and Macharius walked down the road towards California 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. Zander 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, Zander would repair things in the back of the building were people would not see him while his brother would be in front talking to customers. Macharius never talked to Zander 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 when Macharius threw a pistol at him, Zander stood up and stabbed his sharp bladed fingers into him and threw him into the back. Zander took his long trench coat and a grey fabric to cover his mouth with and wandered away from the town.(Eureka,The town of dust and demons,I have ridden the mighty eureka snake)
OOC -Matt Bryant IGN: Bro_Ninja_ Gender:male Age:21 Have you read the rules:"Eureka, the town of Dust and Demons" Have you read the lore:I have ridden the mighty eureka snake. RP Expierence:I've been roleplaying for 5 months and well I know how to make someone follow me and a slick tongue like is diamond [just go check the IC for more information]. Did you read the rules?:
Fallout Expierence:I've been a man who loves fallout for about 4 years now i'm not so addicted to it but its one of my favorite kind of series and I was the kind of guy who tried to give peace in that world and trying to make sure I don't kill much. I'm also the kind of guy who loves to use melee weapons and science skills with a top of [and always] 10 intelligence. no i''ve never been on these type of servers but im great with role player types of skills I will try again if I fail.
Define Meta Gaming:it is when using ooc info ic for helping you Define Power Gaming: it is when you are being to over powered like ''shoots a lighting bolt and kills you in a split sec
IC - Name: Matt Bryant Gender:male Age:21 Race:Human Appearance: Vault 34 suit, scar on eye, blond,litle blood stain on suit,pod Signifying Traits: light drinker, intelligent, good sight Signifying Skills: good at lock picking, sucks using guns, fast slashing with a melee wep S.P.E.C.I.A.L.'s: (40 points to distribute, maxes out on 10) Strength-7 Perception-5 Endurance-4 Charisma-4 Intelligence-10 Agility-3 Luck-7
RP example: Matt Enters the bar*
Matt: hello? I'm here to buy a house I'm 21 years old. James: huh o you must be that kid who's been helping the town Matt: yes that's me Max: James let me handle this I'm the town councillor James: Max please Im supposed to do this Matt: look please can I just buy my house Max: please hold on James: Yes please hold on James and Max goes to the Washroom Matt: well I wonder what all of that was ab- Matt Suddenly hears punching in the washroom Matt: What the Matt heads into the Room James: IM THE MAN INCHARGE Max: IM THE DAMN COUNCILLOR Matt: Stop both of you your going to kill each other! Matt: look how about both of you go and ask me how much a house costs.. Max and James: Agreed... Matt: NOW how much does it cost Max: 1000 Caps James: and its our finest one in town Matt gives 500 to each of them Matt: there now ill head to my house James and Max: Enjoy your new house Matt: I wont live in it for long though I vey busy traveling and scavenging so I will need someone to watch it when im gone Max: don't worry if something bad happens well guard it but... what happens if you join the NCR or another Faction Matt: ill send a messenger to you guys if I happen to do join a faction James: good luck and safe travels
Biography: In the long Mojave wasteland a boy name Matt Bryant was born in vault 34, at age 11 his mother and father died from the horrible fall of vault 34. the only survivors were Matt, 2 other young boys, and a scientist name Brice R, after giving hopes of there fallen vault they set off to go find a near town. after a few days of walking they soon find a town named boulder city, a very old town what was destroyed during the war. they know this was not a good place to settle but they were running out of food and ammo so they needed to stay for now.
For 4 days they have only found 16 apples a few laser ammo, 10 rifle ammo and a brochure about good springs, they though this would be enough to go on and started to head off to good springs. a few more days later they sooner and later found another town but populated and this town was called Novac this town had two snipers what would barely talk and well a little unfriendly to the scientist but would only talk to me about the stories about the vault we lived in and told what lived and what was in the armoury. I think he was planning to go there but I warned him about floods and radiation, that got him surprised. He finally told me his name and well his name was strange I've heard of him but cant remember him at all, Boone.... I'm not 100% sure but something just attempts me to ask him if he used to live there. after hearing that name I went to the local store in the dino's body he had plenty of food but he was always so crazy of these ''Dino Toys'' he said I can buy all of them for 250 caps I only got 20 caps and 1 star bottle cap I would never trade that cap for anything...not even for water.
well it appeared that the boys went suicide in there apartment last night, I guess they couldn't take the heat of living in the wasteland. I have that feeling to but I will never give up until I get to good springs. the scientist say he's going to stay in Novac and try to find a cure for radiation and to go thru it without being sick, I will support him for this and I hope to see him again when I visit this place again. I set out to go to good springs, its so hot in the wasteland but I can make it. it took 3 weeks to get to the next town it was called Primm a run downed place with a good casino but sadly was token over by bandits so I skipped the place for scavenging and stuff. I can see another town but I'm not 100% sure its good springs its populated but again not sure. I asked one and I was right I went the right way I'm in good springs but now what...what am I going to do just settle and live here and do stuff, no I need to do something but I'm not sure what to do join a faction or be by myself so many questions to ask so many lives gone.
OOC -
IGN: whenwas
Gender: male
Age: 17
Have you read the rules: Yes,
Have you read the lore: Yes
RP Experience: Fallcraft, Lost days (although most of that time was just trying to repair a strip club that enclave and the BoS wanted as their personal battleground), Vault RP, Romecraft, Nuclear wastes.
Fallout Experience: Fallout 2, 3, NV
Define Meta Gaming: Using knowledge that your character did not receive in rp for unfair advantage
Define Power Gaming: Forcing rp such as death onto another player without consent.
IC -
Name: Robert Pike
Gender: male
Age: 37
Race: Human, Caucasian
Appearance: http://newvegas.nexu...-1341915582.jpg
Signifying Traits: Paranoid and untrusting of others while keeping a cool temper and calculating perspective on combat.
Signifying Skills: Trained within the enclave for 10 years, an expert in long ranged aswell as hand to hand combat.
S.P.E.C.I.A.L.'s:
(40 points to distribute, maxes out on 10)
Strength- 6
Perception- 6
Endurance- 8
Charisma- 3
Intelligence- 8
Agility- 7
Luck- 3
RP example:
Walking under the clear radiated sky Robert feels the heat of the air around him. He continues to trudge across the landscape of the Texas wastes, grasping his pistol in one hand and holding his bleeding eye socket in the other. He can still hear the ringing from the explosion and can still smell the burning flesh of his dead allies. He shakes his head, knowing that no help is coming for him and that he must get to safety on his own before the brotherhood catches up with him.
His squads vertibird had been shot down, seemingling from nowhere. His mission was too simple to warrant an attack from the NCR, that was the last thought of safety he had before the brotherhood missiles shot the vertibird out of the sky. As the missles struck the vertibird began hurtling towards the ground, the left propeller blown off in the initial explosion. As the laser fire began the hit he could see the pilot dead in his seat. Robert immediately ordered the rest of his squad to prepare for an emergency landing as he took the controls of the vertibird, pushing the dead pilot out of the way but it was no use. As the vertibird crashed into the hard ground of the wasteland the the front of the vehicle was torn open and Robert was sent crashing onto the ground. As he stood and looked behind him he could see the vertibird ablaze and ran to avoid the inevitable explosion. He ducked behind a broken tail wing that had landed a five yards away as the explosion struck. He was blinded for a moment, feeling a sharp pain in his right eye. As he gathered his senses he knew his squad was dead and that the brotherhood would be on their way, grasping his pistol he screamed in both pain and anger. He wished he could stay, to kill those who had killed his squad but he knew he would be out gunned and so he ran...
Biography:
Robert Pike was born in 2253 to two enclave scientists in a small research station in the wasteland that was once known as the Texas Commonwealth before the war. He lived a decent life there until his 20th birthday when he signed up with the enclave military. He served for 6 years, excelling in combat, strategy and with a high understanding of energy weapons. During his 6th year of service he was promoted to captain and made the leader of a small group of soldiers known as "Lone Squad" assigned to scout the region for any traces of pre-war resources. It was a simple assignment and so Robert always craved a mission to better utilize the combat skills of his squad and himself, after 2 years as captain of the squad he got his wish.
The Enclave had found that small groups of the Brotherhood of Steel had begun coming to the region in search of pre-war resources as well and lone squad was sent to begin hunting them down and rooting them out. Things went well at first, they found three brotherhood bunkers in 2 months and made quick work of those inside them. They began gaining a reputation within the Enclave, being given medals of honor and commendations for their victories. This led to him and his squad grew more prideful, thinking themselves invincible. They could not have been more wrong.
After another two years the brotherhood had seemed to have been rooted from the region and so his squad was given a new task. They were to be sent north to begin spreading influence in regions where the NCR and brotherhood had not yet taken root, as they began to fly north for this region they never even made it out of the commonwealth. The brotherhood had gone into hiding and when they saw lone squad unprepared for a fight they took their chance. The vertibird was shot from the sky with what little artillery the brotherhood had left. The vertibird exploded mere minutes after the crash with no survivors, save for one. Robert barely escaped the storm of fire and shrapnel that had once been lone squad's vertibird, with only one major injury. The loss of his right eye and with it his sense of safety and invulnerability he had once held.
He wandered aimlessly in the wastes for 3 years before finally making his way back to the research station he had once called home but by the time he had returned, nothing was left. The outpost was destroyed, craters dotted the landscape and not a living thing was in sight. He screamed like a madman at the sight of this, he tore his hair and scratched at his face, all he had known, all he had cared for, it was all gone. He stayed in the ruins of the outpost alone for a year, after no word from the Enclave he wondered if America truly was dead. He wandered north west, crossing through town to town, hearing of the Enclave's defeats in the capital wastes and other locations of the continent. As he trekked on his faith declined for years until he heard rumors of Enclave remnants assisting the NCR at the second battle of Hoover Dam, with that he considered his chances and decided to travel towards regions not under strict NCR control, with hopes of perhaps finding a safer home within a place with some American ideals, and so he sets forth to Eureka, the down of dust and demons. (And to discover the history of the legendary Buk Lau)
We need some way to see how you got to Eureka. Just add on another paragraph and in that show how you go about getting to Eureka. I also recommend you put the rule phrase somewhere in it, not just at the end.
All of my what.
Firstly, you either aren't 21, you suck at grammar, or you didn't start with English as a first language. Secondly, you didn't even bother to read lore. Thirdly, you copied and pasted pretty bad.
Feel free to reapply, but don't expect to get accepted anytime soon.
You didn't read the rules, and you made the character seem to have trekked for New Vegas rather than Eureka. I recommend you add another paragraph or so to the application as to why he headed to Eureka in NCR territory rather.
OOC -
IGN: DragonOptic
Gender: Fish
Age: 15
Have you read the rules: I dun rode a legless lizard from Eureka!
Have you read the lore: I was there when you came up with it, yes I have read/heard the lore
RP Expierence: You are missing some letter in there... an “A” and an “E”
I am very experienced there ;D
Fallout Expierence: Fallout 2, F3, F:NV
Define Meta Gaming: Using OOC information IC
Define Power Gaming: There are two types of power gaming... Superman and Batman power gaming. One is when the play can do and survive everything, the other is when the player just has EXACTLY what is needed 24/7 for any scenario.
IC -
Name: Karl Ruprecht Kronen
Gender: Male
Age: Unknown
Race: Human
Appearance:
Signifying Traits: Neo-nazi assassin, wearsGerman power armour, schizophrenia that triggers when fighting
Signifying Skills: Less than decent marksmen, talented at unarmed/melee combat, and has high endurance. Expert fighter.
S.P.E.C.I.A.L.'s:
(40 points to distribute, maxes out on 10)
Strength- 7
Perception- 6
Endurance- 8
Charisma- 3
Intelligence- 3
Agility- 6
Luck- 7
RP example:
*Nicholli listens in on conversation behind a door*
Andrew: -eah, we shall be making our move tonight; 8 pm sharp. Louis has the guns, Arnold’s got the codes, we are all set here. The 38 will be ours!
Lance: Alright, boss! Whatever you s-say sir.
*Nicholli kicks down the door and draws rifle*
Nicholli: I suggest you bozos come with me now, before this gets messy.
Andrew: Over my dea-
*Nicholli fires a round into Andrew’s head, then loads another round into chamber*
Nicholli: Am I going to waste another bullet on you, shrimp?
Lance: Oh dear, I will do whatever you want. Don’t kill me, please!
*Nicholli handcuffs the goon*
Eureka, the town of Dust and Demons
Biography:
Mortality is never quite as transparent as when you are found grappling with him. Untold blood has been shed by such this man, no, not a man... not anymore. He is a true monster, bound in a misleading body. When he is in combat, Karl loses all affection, all feeling, all humanity. He is near undefeated. Born in the smoldering remains of Los Angeles , young Kronen was deformed with such foulness that he was outcast from his family. Even as nothing more than a baby wrath grew within him.
A traveling mercenary by the name said to be Ammity found the boy. He took pity on the boy; took him in as if his own. Throughout Karl’s whole childhood he was morphed into one of the greatest hand-to-hand fighters in the Mojave Wastes. Ammity grew distant during Karl’s later years, for he saw within his eyes a dark pleasure with fight Kronen won. Every kill.
When Ammity approached him about an apparent slaughtering of innocent survivors, something snapped. Kronen threw a mean right hook into his mentor’s cheek, knocking him on the ground. He mounted Ammity, pinning him to the ground. His hand flexed back, his arm retracted, and extended with full force straight into his nose. A snap let Karl know Ammity’s nose broke, and the cartilage shot straight into his brain.
“Brilliant, Kronen,” he took a sigh, “You killed your only friend, and now have no way to find new fights.”
Kronen robbed the corpse of an old necklace, a cobalt cross on a titanium chain, and a 10 mm pistol. Dawning his most intimidating survival attire, a customized variation of a SS soldier battle gear and night vision gas mask, he looked back to the body.
The memory of when Ammity and he had raided the armor rushed back. It was nearly three years ago, when they entered the Los Angeles Museum. Within the depths of the museum, past the raider camps throughout, was the preservation room. These are rooms designed to keep all artifacts inside in mint-condition by conditioning the air, humidity, and temperature.
At the door they could have done two things: use their inexistent computer skills to hack into the terminal and open the door, or use our ammunition to make a shaped explosion on the brick wall. The brick wall that nobody thought to reinforce.
“Welcome to old world Mid-Western logic,” Ammity remarked Kronen as he taped the explosive.
From a safe distance they triggered the detonation, blowing a big enough hole in the wall that the two could get through. They found everything from banners to medallions to weaponry. In the very back, nearly hidden from their view, was a German edition power armour. The condition was near perfect due to the controlled environment around it.
Karl snapped out of his remembrance at this point, for he realized he was burning daylight. His journey was a long one. He decided he was going to travel far from home, though he had no idea where.
“Map, that would be a good *pauses and looks for the word* object to have,” Karl turned back to Ammity’s body, “One more gift for me, old friend?”
Indeed, Karl found a map in the body’s pockets.
“What’s this?” Kronen found a red marking around a city about 100 miles South, “Eureka”
IGN: gislijohann Gender: Male Age: 14 Have you read the rules: yup Have you read the lore: yup RP Expierence: Played on Fallcraft, and Wild Wasteland (old one and new one). Fallout Expierence: Played all the fallout games (except that horror they call Brotherhood of steel) Define Meta Gaming: Using OOC information IC. Define Power Gaming: It can be like *blinks his eye* *everyone dies* to just as simple as if you're in an rp fight, forcing someone to do something like *pushes* instead they should say *attempts to push* and wait for the other player to give an answer.
IC
Name: Mark Evans Gender: Male Age: 36 Race: Caucasian Appearence: Dark Brown hair, a goatee, and in an old duster. Signifying Traits: Intelligent but not very charismatic, good when it comes with long range weapons, but weak in melee combat. Signifying Skills: Quick thinker, very likely to hit a target with any kind of a ranged weapon. Good at spotting out targets, and a quick mover. S 4 P 8 E 5 C 4 I 8 A 6 L 5 RP Example: Mark walks into a small settlement.
*walks into weapons store* "Hey, do you have any .308 rounds in stock...?".
Store owner "Yeah, i'v got around 2 cases with 30 rounds each", Mark "how much?", store owner "hm... for you around 590 caps for 1 of the cases", Mark "thats a little expensive..." *knowing he only has around 300 caps* store owner "listen you pay up or you aren't getting anything" Mark "Fine maybe i can trade 2 of my stimpaks for 230 caps" store owner "ok looks good" *gives 230 caps* Mark "ok i think i'll have 1 case of the .308 rounds" *Gives 590 caps*. *Mark walks out of the store* Biography: Mark was born in Shady sands. He never really knew his parents, as they abandoned him at the age of around 4. He was raised on the streets, trading junk he found for food. He expect that he'd join NCR. But at the age of 16 he decided to just look for thing to sell for a living, traveling out to the wastes. He managed to save up some caps to buy a 10mm pistol. He never really got into close combat with any encounters he got into, he usually spent time getting to a point where he could hit them from a distance, and hitting them without them expecting to get shot from above. The pistol wasn't as accurate as he hoped, but eventually he killed a raider sniper and got his Sniper rifle. That sniper rifle became his best friend out in the wastes. He spent more money on ammunition now instead of food. But he still bought enough food for him to survive.
When Mark became 25 he got bored of the wasteland around shady sands. So he started going east, and ended up in the Mojave. He started doing the same thing there, trading for food and ammunition. He stayed there until he got 32 where again, he got bored of the Mojave, so he went to the northern parts of California. He found allot of things, he went to San Francisco and didn't find anything worthy to sell. Later he found out about the BoS being active in the area, so he saw why all the tech wasn't there, so he keep't going from town, to city, to abandoned factories, and all of that stuff looking for things to sell. He found out that tech and all that stuff was starting to get more and more rare, as the area was so heavily populated. So he decided to move allot farther up when he was 36 to see if he could find interesting things up there. He ended up at the Town of Eureka. He looked at it from a distance, all of a sudden a pile of mole rats attacked him from out of nowhere, he dropped his sniper into a crack in the ground. He made a run for it. But he ran in the direction to Eureka. And that's where his story starts.
Oh well this makes perfect sense WAIT NO IT DOESNT.
Anyways, Earl, I realize you may still be angry, and it's perfectly ok if you don't want to, but I'm not angry at you anymore, I've moved on, and I'd be willing to bury the hatchet if you are. This is the only comment I'll make here so if you want to talk, which I would love to do, contact me on Skype.
Either way this looks really cool, a nice difference from the other servers, it's great to see the diversity that there now is between all of the FO servers.
And Eureka reference maybe? Haha
Well, hope to talk to you soon, but either way, I wish you and this server all the best, and good luck!
Oh well this makes perfect sense WAIT NO IT DOESNT.
Anyways, Earl, I realize you may still be angry, and it's perfectly ok if you don't want to, but I'm not angry at you anymore, I've moved on, and I'd be willing to bury the hatchet if you are. This is the only comment I'll make here so if you want to talk, which I would love to do, contact me on Skype.
Either way this looks really cool, a nice difference from the other servers, it's great to see the diversity that there now is between all of the FO servers.
And Eureka reference maybe? Haha
Well, hope to talk to you soon, but either way, I wish you and this server all the best, and good luck!
IGN: Zaneakye Gender: Male Age: 16 Have you read the rules: Eureka the town of dust and demons (psst..: The Owl crows at Midnight) Have you read the lore: I have Ridden the Mighty Eureka Snake. RP Expierence: A lord of the rings server, 6 months of runescape RP, general miscellanious rp (D&D, Etc.) Fallout Expierence: Played some of Fallout 1, all of 2, nearly 100'd 3 and New Vegas. Define Meta Gaming: Using ooc information to gain an unfair advantage. Define Power Gaming: Unfairly controlling a situation, IE: Immune to pain, Never dies, Extremely strong for no reason, one hit KOing Etc.
IC - Name: David Jallen Gender: Male Age: 20 Race: Caucasian Appearence: a man with a weary look from his travels, and a face stricken with grief, Grief and curiosity to what the world holds. Signifying Traits: Curiosity, Calm-Natured planning. Signifying Skills: Very able with Old Technology, etc. An Average Marksman, but with High Endurance due to the length of his travels. S.P.E.C.I.A.L.'s: (40 points to distribute, maxes out on 10)1 Strength- 6 Perception- 5 Endurance- 8 Charisma-5 Intelligence-6 Agility-5 Luck-5
RP example:
*David scrambles up a rubble pile and spots a shiny object sticking out of the ground* *He goes over and examines it and mumbles to himself* "T-923 Model Robco Terminal, not bad..not bad at all" *He then proceeds to motion to a Caravan crew to send a Brahmin over* *He loads the computer on one of the brahmin's baskets off the side* *He leads the brahmin back to the caravan and gazes ahead towards the distance, wondering to himself when they will get there* *He Notices the caravan driver pointing and announcing they've arrived, watching as black smoke rose in the direction* "No..."
"With almighty God as my witness i stand here before you all today to say that the New California Republic will not back down, we shall not falter, we shall not fall behind, we shall keep the pace in our long march to carry the world into the Future. When faced with the impossible, the Republic makes it possible! When we faced down the Legion the might of the Bear was tested, But by the will of its great citizens and soldiers it did not stop and drove the legion all the way into the gates of hell! Now i stand here to say that after all we have come across, I will see that groups of Terrorists and extremists will not scare away the bear! The ones who seek to control us using the art of fear will find only the will of men and woman like i see before me, People ready to put their lives on the line to defend and expand our great nation. God Bless California and God Bless The New California Republic!"
- President Aaron Kimball during the 2285 Annual state of the Union at Shady Sands
Life on the California wastes was not much different than the rest of the planet, Fear swept through it easily. Fear of what lies beyond, fear of WHO lies beyond, fear of what will happen next, fear of what has happened. The world was a hellish place condemned to suffering by none other than its own children.
"Life was not always a bleak, dreary existence like it is now. Once long ago the books tell of we're we are. They call it Earth, a world where man kind acted like gods, insisting that the rest of the world was below them and that man only needed to attended to matters made by men. Their ignorance would eventually lead them to the "Art" of war. War for everything, war for anything. A entire peoples died for these wars, wiped out by the greed of another. Man also strived to out due themselves and eventually they did. The Great War as we know it today, was better than all other wars. It smashed entire civilizations and nearly was the suicide of humanity, but what did we do? We pulled through man kind came back from its devastation and look what is happening now. Rebuilding, Reclaiming, Remaking, Remolding. Now people still go on with the evil that they had long ago, but hopefully through the acts of those who are good amongst us, we can purify the wastes and make a paradise even god himself would have to reflect upon."
"That's an Interesting Story Dad, how many more pages do you have to fill out?"
"Oh Not many, just a few more and my book will be complete, haven't quite thought up a title yet though."
"I'm Sure you'll think of one soon, alright goodnight Dad."
"Goodnight son"
David Jallen Had lived a quiet existence with his father in Northern California, his mother passed during Child birth and his Father was a Prospector and had a passion for writing. They often moved from place to place, and it gave David an avid look on the world, ready to explore and see things like his father had been doing his entire life he set out to be just like his Dad.
He eventually traveled far south at the age of 15. He went into the heart of N.C.R. lands and filled out an application to be an N.C.R. Prospector, got accepted and hitched a ride on a Caravan heading east towards New Canaan. The Journey was a harsh one, Many had perished from an incident involving a bomb in one of Caravan Satchels. Raiders also took their toll on the band of travelers, but David held strong.
Eventually when they could see the glimpse of what was New Canaan their jaws dropped. The town was in utter ruins laid to waste by the White legs in their attempt to be assimilated by Caesar's Legion. The cries of war brewed and David knew this was a war for another hero. He set off with the caravan back around in a loop towards California, less loot than intended for the Caravan but a good haul for David.
When they finally returned to California David was shocked to hear that his father had passed away while he was off Prospecting. Stricken with the grief of losing the one family he had he set out in the wastes, Taking his father's book with him as his guide, his light in the darkness. Eventually toiling down to questioning the meaning of life he swayed from town to town asking what it even meant to be here in this god forsaken world.
His travels eventually led him to the Town of Eureka in California, there he heard rumors of a great religion to give the answers to life, of Extremists who believed in changing the world permanently. David thought that his future lied in this place and set off only five miles from it to start his new Life.
IGN: DragonOptic
Gender: Fish
Age: 15
Have you read the rules: Possibly
Have you read the lore: I was there when you came up with it, yes I have read/heard the lore
RP Expierence: You are missing some letter in there... an “A” and an “E”
I am very experienced there ;D
Fallout Expierence: Fallout 2, F3, F:NV
Define Meta Gaming: Using OOC information IC
Define Power Gaming: There are two types of power gaming... Superman and Batman power gaming. One is when the play can do and survive everything, the other is when the player just has EXACTLY what is needed 24/7 for any scenario.
Eureka, the town of Dust and Demons
IC -
Name: Ashley James Williams
Gender: Male
Age: 27
Race: Human after all
Appearence: 5 ft 10. Black and greasy hair. Muscular, medium build. Broad chin, with that testicle thingy in the middle. Heavy brow, high cheek bones. Scar on left cheek, and doesn’t have a right forearm. He has a f*cking chainsaw rig using a medical brace, like a deathclaw gauntlet.
Signifying Traits: His sexy chin and lack of a right hand make him quite the ladies man. Also he specializes in the slaughtering of the undead, so.
Signifying Skills: Slaughtering the undead with his chainsaw arm, yo.
S.P.E.C.I.A.L.'s:
(40 points to distribute, maxes out on 10)
Strength- 7
Perception- 6
Endurance- 6
Charisma- 1
Intelligence- 5
Agility- 8
Luck- 6
RP example:
*Nicholli listens in on conversation behind a door*
Andrew: -eah, we shall be making our move tonight; 8 pm sharp. Louis has the guns, Arnold’s got the codes, we are all set here. The 38 will be ours!
Lance: Alright, boss! Whatever you s-say sir.
*Nicholli kicks down the door and draws rifle*
Nicholli: I suggest you bozos come with me now, before this gets messy.
Andrew: Over my dea-
*Nicholli fires a round into Andrew’s head, then loads another round into chamber*
Nicholli: Am I going to waste another bullet on you, shrimp?
Lance: Oh dear, I will do whatever you want. Don’t kill me, please!
*Nicholli handcuffs the goon*
Nicholli: Time for a looooong trip home, bubba.
Biography:
“Go to the abandoned mansion with the satanic book,” they said, “It’ll be fine, nobody you know will die or anything.”
This is why we can’t have nice things. Because people just haaaave to suggest you spend some time in a god-damned possessed house. It’ll be healthy for me! No, it will cause me to summon spirits from the grave that will kill my girlfriend. Perfect, just perfect.
Long story short: my girlfriend received a sketchy note on the back of a Nuka-Cola label that said she inherited the mansion at the edge of town. It had the keys, so we figured it was legitimate enough.
We entered the giant heap of a shack, and celebrated the great gift by doing the big nasty. I’m an ass kinda guy. Now she is dead, though. Waste of some good donk... At any rate, afterwards we explored the grounds. The staircases to the bedrooms were rickety, the kitchen was decaying, and the restrooms were glowing with irradiated . A slight bit discouraged, we enter the basement. We should have really been turned off at this point. It was perfect. The paint was almost fresh, the molding was pristine, and there was a badass pedestal with a gnarly book in the center.
It kinda looked like someone stitched a ghoul face onto it as a cover. Gross, but groovy. I picked it up and read the foreign text, with the help of a handy key written to the side of the page. Now, get this. The book flew out of my hand, floated in mid-air, and then vanished. No, seriously. It just got up and poofed.
Did I mention that almost immediately after this an armada of the undead began to rise form the foundation of the house? Yeah, that happened. Never listen to a soda label, kids. They only bring nutritional information and zombies.
Shelly thought it’d be a brilliant idea to run aimlessly into the night, because that is just the kind of girl she is. I found her later, after fortifying myself in the house. She was dead. Well, mostly. Zombies, like I said.
I couldn’t survive there forever, eventually a few made their way in. The only weapons I could scavenge were a machete, a sawed-off shotgun, and Vault Tech limited edition chainsaw. Powered by light, so the agricultural vaults wouldn't waste fuel. To hell if I know how it got here.
I took off the first two with the shotgun, but there was no time to reload. As I reached for the machete the third bit my arm. Off with it’s head! Then my arm. I couldn’t let it spread, after all. So I hacked it off at the source. Now my lonely Sundays will be even more boring, but that’s besides the point.
There was an exposed ventilation pipe in the wall. I had to stop the bleeding. It was... fun. You know what is great about the undead? Flesh is flesh, apparently. I made preparations for my escape, and tossed my dismembered arm out the upper window. The flesh monkeys all piled upon one another to get some, giving me enough time to break out the back and haul ass back home.
It just goes to show you, vacations are bad news. You’ll lose your lady pal, your good arm, and you just reek of rotten flesh. On the upper hand, bad choice of words, you get a badass chainsaw and become a slayer of zombies. Course, not every building has a satanic book to raise them with... Ghouls are more likely to be my prey now.
This is me... Ash J. Williams, wasteland badass. Lost in a wasteland, surrounded by darkness, low on stims.
IGN:Retrosplicer
Gender:Male
Age:18
Have you read the rules:Yes
Have you read the lore:Yes
RP Expierence: The Vault RP,WoW,SWTOR,Dungeons and Dragons,Various RP servers.
Fallout Expierence:Fallout 1,2,3,New Vegas,Tactics,BoS
Define Meta Gaming:A character knowing OOC information.
Define Power Gaming: A character that is stronger then determined in the rules.
IC -
Name:Zander Zezenstein
Gender:Male
Age:22
Race:Human
Appearence:Dark hair and cold blue eyes with a dust covered gray robe over his broken and bruised body. Scrap-made cybernetics attached to his left eye and a rusting old iron arm.
Signifying Traits: Depressed,Sympathetic,Crippled.
Signifying Skills:Medicine,Cybernetics,Ethology
S.P.E.C.I.A.L.'s:
(40 points to distribute, maxes out on 10)
Strength-2
Perception-5
Endurance-3
Charisma-5
Intelligence-10
Agility-5
Luck-10
RP example:
Macharius: *Looks his brother up and down*
Zander: "What do you require of me today" Zander said without emotion
Macharius: "Just keep doing....what you have always done" looking at his brother with half disgust and half pity
Zander: *Toils with his machines and makes sure his med-x is slowly going into his system*
Macharius: "That costs money" he said while looking at the Med-X
Zander: "I understand" and he took out the syringe and handed the box back and his only comfort in life has been stolen from him
Biography:Zander Zezenstein 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 Zander was ten he got lost and wandered all the way down to the first floor and went outside. Zander 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 Zander was used to these sounds and did not pay attention to them but they got louder and louder. Zander 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 Zander pleaded for help but the Scavenger picked Zander 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 Zanders parents found him he was crawling on the pavement close to death. Zanders parents covered the wounds in fabric but they found him revolting and did not care for him anymore. Macharius, Zanders younger brother, was the only person that cared for Zander anymore helped him stay alive in his miserable existence. Years later when Zander 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. Zanders 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 a interesting man with a cog shaped symbol on his robe. The man looked at the rare technology and then at Zanders arm and eye and proposed a deal with him, If they would give him the Technology he would give Zander a new arm and eye. Zander was so happy he instantly said yes without thinking. The man took out Metal rods and wires and a assortment of equipment and attached a horrible low quality robotic limb to his arm and replaced his eye with a almost broken cybernetic one. Zander yelled at the man at the man to take it back but took out a ancient energy weapon and aimed at Zander. Zander and Macharius walked down the road towards California 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. Zander 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, Zander would repair things in the back of the building were people would not see him while his brother would be in front talking to customers. Macharius never talked to Zander 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 when Macharius threw a pistol at him, Zander stood up and stabbed his sharp bladed fingers into him and threw him into the back. Zander took his long trench coat and a grey fabric to cover his mouth with and wandered away from the town.(Eureka,The town of dust and demons,I have ridden the mighty eureka snake)
IGN: Bro_Ninja_
Gender:male
Age:21
Have you read the rules:"Eureka, the town of Dust and Demons"
Have you read the lore:I have ridden the mighty eureka snake.
RP Expierence:I've been roleplaying for 5 months and well I know how to make someone follow me and a slick tongue like is diamond [just go check the IC for more information].
Did you read the rules?:
Fallout Expierence:I've been a man who loves fallout for about 4 years now i'm not so addicted to it but its one of my favorite kind of series and I was the kind of guy who tried to give peace in that world and trying to make sure I don't kill much. I'm also the kind of guy who loves to use melee weapons and science skills with a top of [and always] 10 intelligence. no i''ve never been on these type of servers but im great with role player types of skills I will try again if I fail.
Define Meta Gaming:it is when using ooc info ic for helping you
Define Power Gaming: it is when you are being to over powered like ''shoots a lighting bolt and kills you in a split sec
IC -
Name: Matt Bryant
Gender:male
Age:21
Race:Human
Appearance: Vault 34 suit, scar on eye, blond,litle blood stain on suit,pod
Signifying Traits: light drinker, intelligent, good sight
Signifying Skills: good at lock picking, sucks using guns, fast slashing with a melee wep
S.P.E.C.I.A.L.'s:
(40 points to distribute, maxes out on 10)
Strength-7
Perception-5
Endurance-4
Charisma-4
Intelligence-10
Agility-3
Luck-7
RP example:
Matt Enters the bar*
Matt: hello? I'm here to buy a house I'm 21 years old.
James: huh o you must be that kid who's been helping the town
Matt: yes that's me
Max: James let me handle this I'm the town councillor
James: Max please Im supposed to do this
Matt: look please can I just buy my house
Max: please hold on
James: Yes please hold on
James and Max goes to the Washroom
Matt: well I wonder what all of that was ab-
Matt Suddenly hears punching in the washroom
Matt: What the
Matt heads into the Room
James: IM THE MAN INCHARGE
Max: IM THE DAMN COUNCILLOR
Matt: Stop both of you your going to kill each other!
Matt: look how about both of you go and ask me how much a house costs..
Max and James: Agreed...
Matt: NOW how much does it cost
Max: 1000 Caps
James: and its our finest one in town
Matt gives 500 to each of them
Matt: there now ill head to my house
James and Max: Enjoy your new house
Matt: I wont live in it for long though I vey busy traveling and scavenging so I will need someone to watch it when im gone
Max: don't worry if something bad happens well guard it but... what happens if you join the NCR or another Faction
Matt: ill send a messenger to you guys if I happen to do join a faction
James: good luck and safe travels
Biography:
In the long Mojave wasteland a boy name Matt Bryant was born in vault 34, at age 11 his mother and father died from the horrible fall of vault 34. the only survivors were Matt, 2 other young boys, and a scientist name Brice R, after giving hopes of there fallen vault they set off to go find a near town. after a few days of walking they soon find a town named boulder city, a very old town what was destroyed during the war. they know this was not a good place to settle but they were running out of food and ammo so they needed to stay for now.
For 4 days they have only found 16 apples a few laser ammo, 10 rifle ammo and a brochure about good springs, they though this would be enough to go on and started to head off to good springs. a few more days later they sooner and later found another town but populated and this town was called Novac this town had two snipers what would barely talk and well a little unfriendly to the scientist but would only talk to me about the stories about the vault we lived in and told what lived and what was in the armoury. I think he was planning to go there but I warned him about floods and radiation, that got him surprised. He finally told me his name and well his name was strange I've heard of him but cant remember him at all, Boone.... I'm not 100% sure but something just attempts me to ask him if he used to live there. after hearing that name I went to the local store in the dino's body he had plenty of food but he was always so crazy of these ''Dino Toys'' he said I can buy all of them for 250 caps I only got 20 caps and 1 star bottle cap I would never trade that cap for anything...not even for water.
well it appeared that the boys went suicide in there apartment last night, I guess they couldn't take the heat of living in the wasteland. I have that feeling to but I will never give up until I get to good springs. the scientist say he's going to stay in Novac and try to find a cure for radiation and to go thru it without being sick, I will support him for this and I hope to see him again when I visit this place again. I set out to go to good springs, its so hot in the wasteland but I can make it. it took 3 weeks to get to the next town it was called Primm a run downed place with a good casino but sadly was token over by bandits so I skipped the place for scavenging and stuff. I can see another town but I'm not 100% sure its good springs its populated but again not sure. I asked one and I was right I went the right way I'm in good springs but now what...what am I going to do just settle and live here and do stuff, no I need to do something but I'm not sure what to do join a faction or be by myself so many questions to ask so many lives gone.
IGN: whenwas
Gender: male
Age: 17
Have you read the rules: Yes,
Have you read the lore: Yes
RP Experience: Fallcraft, Lost days (although most of that time was just trying to repair a strip club that enclave and the BoS wanted as their personal battleground), Vault RP, Romecraft, Nuclear wastes.
Fallout Experience: Fallout 2, 3, NV
Define Meta Gaming: Using knowledge that your character did not receive in rp for unfair advantage
Define Power Gaming: Forcing rp such as death onto another player without consent.
IC -
Name: Robert Pike
Gender: male
Age: 37
Race: Human, Caucasian
Appearance: http://newvegas.nexu...-1341915582.jpg
Signifying Traits: Paranoid and untrusting of others while keeping a cool temper and calculating perspective on combat.
Signifying Skills: Trained within the enclave for 10 years, an expert in long ranged aswell as hand to hand combat.
S.P.E.C.I.A.L.'s:
(40 points to distribute, maxes out on 10)
Strength- 6
Perception- 6
Endurance- 8
Charisma- 3
Intelligence- 8
Agility- 7
Luck- 3
RP example:
Walking under the clear radiated sky Robert feels the heat of the air around him. He continues to trudge across the landscape of the Texas wastes, grasping his pistol in one hand and holding his bleeding eye socket in the other. He can still hear the ringing from the explosion and can still smell the burning flesh of his dead allies. He shakes his head, knowing that no help is coming for him and that he must get to safety on his own before the brotherhood catches up with him.
His squads vertibird had been shot down, seemingling from nowhere. His mission was too simple to warrant an attack from the NCR, that was the last thought of safety he had before the brotherhood missiles shot the vertibird out of the sky. As the missles struck the vertibird began hurtling towards the ground, the left propeller blown off in the initial explosion. As the laser fire began the hit he could see the pilot dead in his seat. Robert immediately ordered the rest of his squad to prepare for an emergency landing as he took the controls of the vertibird, pushing the dead pilot out of the way but it was no use. As the vertibird crashed into the hard ground of the wasteland the the front of the vehicle was torn open and Robert was sent crashing onto the ground. As he stood and looked behind him he could see the vertibird ablaze and ran to avoid the inevitable explosion. He ducked behind a broken tail wing that had landed a five yards away as the explosion struck. He was blinded for a moment, feeling a sharp pain in his right eye. As he gathered his senses he knew his squad was dead and that the brotherhood would be on their way, grasping his pistol he screamed in both pain and anger. He wished he could stay, to kill those who had killed his squad but he knew he would be out gunned and so he ran...
Biography:
Robert Pike was born in 2253 to two enclave scientists in a small research station in the wasteland that was once known as the Texas Commonwealth before the war. He lived a decent life there until his 20th birthday when he signed up with the enclave military. He served for 6 years, excelling in combat, strategy and with a high understanding of energy weapons. During his 6th year of service he was promoted to captain and made the leader of a small group of soldiers known as "Lone Squad" assigned to scout the region for any traces of pre-war resources. It was a simple assignment and so Robert always craved a mission to better utilize the combat skills of his squad and himself, after 2 years as captain of the squad he got his wish.
The Enclave had found that small groups of the Brotherhood of Steel had begun coming to the region in search of pre-war resources as well and lone squad was sent to begin hunting them down and rooting them out. Things went well at first, they found three brotherhood bunkers in 2 months and made quick work of those inside them. They began gaining a reputation within the Enclave, being given medals of honor and commendations for their victories. This led to him and his squad grew more prideful, thinking themselves invincible. They could not have been more wrong.
After another two years the brotherhood had seemed to have been rooted from the region and so his squad was given a new task. They were to be sent north to begin spreading influence in regions where the NCR and brotherhood had not yet taken root, as they began to fly north for this region they never even made it out of the commonwealth. The brotherhood had gone into hiding and when they saw lone squad unprepared for a fight they took their chance. The vertibird was shot from the sky with what little artillery the brotherhood had left. The vertibird exploded mere minutes after the crash with no survivors, save for one. Robert barely escaped the storm of fire and shrapnel that had once been lone squad's vertibird, with only one major injury. The loss of his right eye and with it his sense of safety and invulnerability he had once held.
He wandered aimlessly in the wastes for 3 years before finally making his way back to the research station he had once called home but by the time he had returned, nothing was left. The outpost was destroyed, craters dotted the landscape and not a living thing was in sight. He screamed like a madman at the sight of this, he tore his hair and scratched at his face, all he had known, all he had cared for, it was all gone. He stayed in the ruins of the outpost alone for a year, after no word from the Enclave he wondered if America truly was dead. He wandered north west, crossing through town to town, hearing of the Enclave's defeats in the capital wastes and other locations of the continent. As he trekked on his faith declined for years until he heard rumors of Enclave remnants assisting the NCR at the second battle of Hoover Dam, with that he considered his chances and decided to travel towards regions not under strict NCR control, with hopes of perhaps finding a safer home within a place with some American ideals, and so he sets forth to Eureka, the down of dust and demons. (And to discover the history of the legendary Buk Lau)
Accepted
Good job! Can't wait to see you on the server!
Denied
I love you, but what the hell was that XD
Make a serious one where you aren't a chainsaw zombie killer :3
Denied
We need some way to see how you got to Eureka. Just add on another paragraph and in that show how you go about getting to Eureka. I also recommend you put the rule phrase somewhere in it, not just at the end.
Denied
All of my what.
Firstly, you either aren't 21, you suck at grammar, or you didn't start with English as a first language. Secondly, you didn't even bother to read lore. Thirdly, you copied and pasted pretty bad.
Feel free to reapply, but don't expect to get accepted anytime soon.
Denied
You didn't read the rules, and you made the character seem to have trekked for New Vegas rather than Eureka. I recommend you add another paragraph or so to the application as to why he headed to Eureka in NCR territory rather.
IGN: DragonOptic
Gender: Fish
Age: 15
Have you read the rules: I dun rode a legless lizard from Eureka!
Have you read the lore: I was there when you came up with it, yes I have read/heard the lore
RP Expierence: You are missing some letter in there... an “A” and an “E”
I am very experienced there ;D
Fallout Expierence: Fallout 2, F3, F:NV
Define Meta Gaming: Using OOC information IC
Define Power Gaming: There are two types of power gaming... Superman and Batman power gaming. One is when the play can do and survive everything, the other is when the player just has EXACTLY what is needed 24/7 for any scenario.
IC -
Name: Karl Ruprecht Kronen
Gender: Male
Age: Unknown
Race: Human
Appearance:
Signifying Traits: Neo-nazi assassin, wearsGerman power armour, schizophrenia that triggers when fighting
Signifying Skills: Less than decent marksmen, talented at unarmed/melee combat, and has high endurance. Expert fighter.
S.P.E.C.I.A.L.'s:
(40 points to distribute, maxes out on 10)
Strength- 7
Perception- 6
Endurance- 8
Charisma- 3
Intelligence- 3
Agility- 6
Luck- 7
RP example:
*Nicholli listens in on conversation behind a door*
Andrew: -eah, we shall be making our move tonight; 8 pm sharp. Louis has the guns, Arnold’s got the codes, we are all set here. The 38 will be ours!
Lance: Alright, boss! Whatever you s-say sir.
*Nicholli kicks down the door and draws rifle*
Nicholli: I suggest you bozos come with me now, before this gets messy.
Andrew: Over my dea-
*Nicholli fires a round into Andrew’s head, then loads another round into chamber*
Nicholli: Am I going to waste another bullet on you, shrimp?
Lance: Oh dear, I will do whatever you want. Don’t kill me, please!
*Nicholli handcuffs the goon*
Eureka, the town of Dust and Demons
Biography:
Mortality is never quite as transparent as when you are found grappling with him. Untold blood has been shed by such this man, no, not a man... not anymore. He is a true monster, bound in a misleading body. When he is in combat, Karl loses all affection, all feeling, all humanity. He is near undefeated. Born in the smoldering remains of Los Angeles , young Kronen was deformed with such foulness that he was outcast from his family. Even as nothing more than a baby wrath grew within him.
A traveling mercenary by the name said to be Ammity found the boy. He took pity on the boy; took him in as if his own. Throughout Karl’s whole childhood he was morphed into one of the greatest hand-to-hand fighters in the Mojave Wastes. Ammity grew distant during Karl’s later years, for he saw within his eyes a dark pleasure with fight Kronen won. Every kill.
When Ammity approached him about an apparent slaughtering of innocent survivors, something snapped. Kronen threw a mean right hook into his mentor’s cheek, knocking him on the ground. He mounted Ammity, pinning him to the ground. His hand flexed back, his arm retracted, and extended with full force straight into his nose. A snap let Karl know Ammity’s nose broke, and the cartilage shot straight into his brain.
“Brilliant, Kronen,” he took a sigh, “You killed your only friend, and now have no way to find new fights.”
Kronen robbed the corpse of an old necklace, a cobalt cross on a titanium chain, and a 10 mm pistol. Dawning his most intimidating survival attire, a customized variation of a SS soldier battle gear and night vision gas mask, he looked back to the body.
The memory of when Ammity and he had raided the armor rushed back. It was nearly three years ago, when they entered the Los Angeles Museum. Within the depths of the museum, past the raider camps throughout, was the preservation room. These are rooms designed to keep all artifacts inside in mint-condition by conditioning the air, humidity, and temperature.
At the door they could have done two things: use their inexistent computer skills to hack into the terminal and open the door, or use our ammunition to make a shaped explosion on the brick wall. The brick wall that nobody thought to reinforce.
“Welcome to old world Mid-Western logic,” Ammity remarked Kronen as he taped the explosive.
From a safe distance they triggered the detonation, blowing a big enough hole in the wall that the two could get through. They found everything from banners to medallions to weaponry. In the very back, nearly hidden from their view, was a German edition power armour. The condition was near perfect due to the controlled environment around it.
Karl snapped out of his remembrance at this point, for he realized he was burning daylight. His journey was a long one. He decided he was going to travel far from home, though he had no idea where.
“Map, that would be a good *pauses and looks for the word* object to have,” Karl turned back to Ammity’s body, “One more gift for me, old friend?”
Indeed, Karl found a map in the body’s pockets.
“What’s this?” Kronen found a red marking around a city about 100 miles South, “Eureka”
And the New Prophet hails to you, young apprentice! He can not wait for your future in the Holy Templar Brotherhood.
Accepted!
Can't wait to see Kronen and his journeys on the new server.
Enough that you are proud of your work, and it can impress me
Its up to you. But don't wimp out of it and just do "whats good enough"
IGN: gislijohann
Gender: Male
Age: 14
Have you read the rules: yup
Have you read the lore: yup
RP Expierence: Played on Fallcraft, and Wild Wasteland (old one and new one).
Fallout Expierence: Played all the fallout games (except that horror they call Brotherhood of steel)
Define Meta Gaming: Using OOC information IC.
Define Power Gaming: It can be like *blinks his eye* *everyone dies* to just as simple as if you're in an rp fight, forcing someone to do something like *pushes* instead they should say *attempts to push* and wait for the other player to give an answer.
IC
Name: Mark Evans
Gender: Male
Age: 36
Race: Caucasian
Appearence: Dark Brown hair, a goatee, and in an old duster.
Signifying Traits: Intelligent but not very charismatic, good when it comes with long range weapons, but weak in melee combat.
Signifying Skills: Quick thinker, very likely to hit a target with any kind of a ranged weapon. Good at spotting out targets, and a quick mover.
S 4
P 8
E 5
C 4
I 8
A 6
L 5
RP Example: Mark walks into a small settlement.
*walks into weapons store* "Hey, do you have any .308 rounds in stock...?".
Store owner "Yeah, i'v got around 2 cases with 30 rounds each", Mark "how much?", store owner "hm... for you around 590 caps for 1 of the cases", Mark "thats a little expensive..." *knowing he only has around 300 caps* store owner "listen you pay up or you aren't getting anything" Mark "Fine maybe i can trade 2 of my stimpaks for 230 caps" store owner "ok looks good" *gives 230 caps* Mark "ok i think i'll have 1 case of the .308 rounds" *Gives 590 caps*. *Mark walks out of the store*
Biography: Mark was born in Shady sands. He never really knew his parents, as they abandoned him at the age of around 4. He was raised on the streets, trading junk he found for food. He expect that he'd join NCR. But at the age of 16 he decided to just look for thing to sell for a living, traveling out to the wastes. He managed to save up some caps to buy a 10mm pistol. He never really got into close combat with any encounters he got into, he usually spent time getting to a point where he could hit them from a distance, and hitting them without them expecting to get shot from above. The pistol wasn't as accurate as he hoped, but eventually he killed a raider sniper and got his Sniper rifle. That sniper rifle became his best friend out in the wastes. He spent more money on ammunition now instead of food. But he still bought enough food for him to survive.
When Mark became 25 he got bored of the wasteland around shady sands. So he started going east, and ended up in the Mojave. He started doing the same thing there, trading for food and ammunition. He stayed there until he got 32 where again, he got bored of the Mojave, so he went to the northern parts of California. He found allot of things, he went to San Francisco and didn't find anything worthy to sell. Later he found out about the BoS being active in the area, so he saw why all the tech wasn't there, so he keep't going from town, to city, to abandoned factories, and all of that stuff looking for things to sell. He found out that tech and all that stuff was starting to get more and more rare, as the area was so heavily populated. So he decided to move allot farther up when he was 36 to see if he could find interesting things up there. He ended up at the Town of Eureka. He looked at it from a distance, all of a sudden a pile of mole rats attacked him from out of nowhere, he dropped his sniper into a crack in the ground. He made a run for it. But he ran in the direction to Eureka. And that's where his story starts.
Anyways, Earl, I realize you may still be angry, and it's perfectly ok if you don't want to, but I'm not angry at you anymore, I've moved on, and I'd be willing to bury the hatchet if you are. This is the only comment I'll make here so if you want to talk, which I would love to do, contact me on Skype.
Either way this looks really cool, a nice difference from the other servers, it's great to see the diversity that there now is between all of the FO servers.
And Eureka reference maybe? Haha
Well, hope to talk to you soon, but either way, I wish you and this server all the best, and good luck!
Thanks, and i'll check it as soon as possible <3
I responded on skype. I hope you understand.
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Have you read the rules: Eureka the town of dust and demons (psst..: The Owl crows at Midnight)
Have you read the lore: I have Ridden the Mighty Eureka Snake.
RP Expierence: A lord of the rings server, 6 months of runescape RP, general miscellanious rp (D&D, Etc.)
Fallout Expierence: Played some of Fallout 1, all of 2, nearly 100'd 3 and New Vegas.
Define Meta Gaming: Using ooc information to gain an unfair advantage.
Define Power Gaming: Unfairly controlling a situation, IE: Immune to pain, Never dies, Extremely strong for no reason, one hit KOing Etc.
IC -
Name: David Jallen
Gender: Male
Age: 20
Race: Caucasian
Appearence: a man with a weary look from his travels, and a face stricken with grief, Grief and curiosity to what the world holds.
Signifying Traits: Curiosity, Calm-Natured planning.
Signifying Skills: Very able with Old Technology, etc. An Average Marksman, but with High Endurance due to the length of his travels.
S.P.E.C.I.A.L.'s:
(40 points to distribute, maxes out on 10)1
Strength- 6
Perception- 5
Endurance- 8
Charisma-5
Intelligence-6
Agility-5
Luck-5
RP example:
I never got an answer on the whole Eureka reference thing though. I would be so greatly pleased if it is. This needs to be addressed. High priority