The feedback helped me see my old application from a different perspective, and I am thankful for it. Personality, Rp example, and History has been changed.
OOC:
IGN:BONESKU11 Age: 17 Time you can dedicate: 1-2 hours a day Why us?: The Akavir server that was hosted was very fun and exciting to role-play in, and because of the positive experience gained while playing on that server I knew that this new Fallout server will meet a lot of my high expectations. Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples) To create a persona or a role in a specific world to act as that persona/role in that closed environment. Define Meta-gaming in your words: When one’s character uses information that is not known by the character as a means of gaining an advantage/disadvantage, such as when one uses information posted OOCly on the forums for their IC character. Define Power-gaming in your words: When one’s character, especially during rp pvp, forcefully controls the role-play in a way that gives an unfair advantage to that one character, such as killing another player within one turn not giving the other player a chance to retaliate. Define God-modding in your words: When one’s character perform actions, especially in rp pvp, that defies logic, such as making a character being able to fly out of a burning fire unscathed. Did you join our website? Yes.
IC:Name: Kurt Hale Nickname: (Optional) N/a Age: 24 Gender: Male Appearance: Kurt is about 175cm, with a fairly built body; not too skinny yet not too big. He had been tortured by a small raider group, and had lost his left hand. Kurt had once been considered a caucasian, with brown eyes and brown hair, but he had been burnt very badly on the left side of his body and all around his face, and as a result most of his skin charred off like a ghoul. The skin around his left eye meld together in some grotesque ways, and the lower parts of his face (cheeks, and around the mouth) have also suffered loss of skin, revealing Kurt's muscles in some areas. His head was also a casualty of the burning, losing great amounts of hair by the fires that seared him. Kurt wears a crude goggle and a respirator of a broken gas mask around his face to hide his deformation so no one thinks badly of him. He wears a poncho-like cloak with a hood that covers most of his body, and under that he wears simple pants and shirt. Personality: Kurt finds himself as a person in need of redemption. During his time he was tortured, his warped sanity made him believe that he had abandoned his community and that he was the one who had killed them indirectly. Because of this guilt, he, along with his horrible facial features, despises every part of himself. Because of this he hides his identity and past experience, inevitably not speaking or revealing himself much. However he seeks to be the one to help those in need like how the NCR had saved him from torture. He notices that the only way to redeem himself of his ‘horrible’ past is to become a better person by helping others. However because of his nature of being antisocial he finds it a hard task to accost people and help them. He also wishes to one day fulfill his task of creating his own community so that he may complete his final mission given by his older community; however he knows that this task has many obstacles in his way including his own self-loathing. He hopes he will, in the future, overcome his self-hatred and his past wrongdoings. In-game RP example: (Include dialogue) It is the evening of a hot day. Kurt walks into a bar that used to be the remains of some office building. *Kurt scans the area, looking for a place to sit at by the counter.* *The bartender darts his eyes towards him* “Where you from stranger.” *He asks in a way to hit up a conversation* *Kurt ignores the question, and instead says* “Whiskey” *The Tender sighs and passes him a bottle* *Kurt throws a few caps on the counter, the bartender swiping it up* *The Tender asks again*”So stranger, where you from? Only folks come by here to go to San Fran, so you must’a come from somewhere troubled.” *He is leaning on the counter* *Kurt says nothing again, and removes his broken breathing mask to take a sip of the whiskey, showing his partially burnt face* *The Tender, seeing his burnt face, thinks of him as a ghoul* *He jumps from the counter and shouts* “Didn’t you see the sign?! NO GHOULS.” *Kurt talks quietly to himself* “I wish I was a ghoul…” *The Bartender is furious. He shouts demandingly* “Get outta my bar you…” *Kurt Removes his hood with his left stump, and throwing off his goggles with his right hand, showing his burnt, charred, and scarred face.* *Kurt in a menacing tone growls* “Do these scars look like a ghoul to you?!” *The tender looks at Kurt’s face in a moment of horror, but then clears his throat and attempts to maintain composure* *Kurt goes back to drinking his whiskey. He says bitterly* “I am an abomination. Worse than a ghoul.”*He swigs the whiskey bottle, emptying it* *The Bartender sighs trying to make a response, but in the end doesn’t say anything* *Kurt leaves the bottle of whiskey on the counter, props his hood back up, and prepares to leave*
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs):
Kurt Hale was born in a small wasteland community, whom were all nomads that traveled around southern California. His family and community frequently moved from place to place, avoiding dangers and staying away from factions and cities. Kurt did feel safe at times as they avoided the dangers of particularly settling down, but as he grew up he realized the reason to why they had to move from place to place: because the danger was always present. When Kurt reached 20, he became close friends with everyone in his nomadic community. The community learned from every mistake they made and managed itself well, Kurt learning about some of the major factions such as the NCR, and also learning ways of avoiding herds of aggressive wildlife.
However his parents and his nomadic community felt Kurt was ready to disperse from their group to start his own nomadic community by himself. Kurt first denied this quest, and wished to stay with his community, for he knew that he was going to miss the company he had. However he soon came to a realization that his community’s supplies were too low to sustain many of the members of his group. Kurt noticed that he was being sent out on his own because the group knew they were not going to make it long enough. Kurt soon began to hate himself, for not realizing quicker about how his own community was failing, and how because of his own carelessness he is starving the people of his community. With this in mind, Kurt ran from his nomadic community walking away from the places he once knew not knowing what to do. After several months of roaming and scrounging for supplies, he came across an abandoned shack filled with hanging corpses. He entered the shack looking for loot but was then jumped by five of its inhabitants. Kurt was beaten and easily knocked unconscious by the five raiders. The raiders had first thought of killing him, but their group's leader had plans for him.
Kurt had his left nails torn off, left fingers cut, and his whole left hand cut off during the days he was imprisoned. The raiders used a fire poker to burn parts of his face time and time again, and he was on the verge of losing his sanity. He was beaten everyday, and if he were ‘lucky’ he would only get burnt once on his face. Everyday for Kurt was a living agony. Everyday he felt his sanity draining from him. He felt that he could take it no longer, but then remembered the friendly faces back at his nomadic community, and how they had helped him to become the person he is today. He started to loathe himself more thinking about how he was the one that deserted all of those people who had helped him. Kurt decided that this was the outcome for being careless, and decided to endure the pain thinking it was all a punishment for his crime.
One day, Kurt woke up to the sound of gunfire. After the screams and the gunfire subsided, the people, who had killed the raiders, came to his search the shack where Kurt lay. He did not want to be shot at as an accomplice and so he lay on the floor and played dead. Kurt noticed how they had symbols of a two-headed bear, and quickly recognized them as the NCR. However when the group of NCR scouts looked at Kurt and his mutilated body, they backed away from him, thinking he was a corpse. He could hear how they discussed about his horrible appearance, and how disgusting he was. The NCR scouts soon left the area, not finding anything worthy to loot. Kurt knew he had become something of an abomination, and added with the guilt of his desertion of his community he now hated himself even more, however because of this his feelings to redeem and save people became much more powerful. He scavenged the area for anything to hide himself with, fashioning himself poncho-like cloak over his horrible scars, wearing a broken gas mask on his face and strapping on blue lab goggles on his eyes. With this he continues to travel north, unexpectedly coming to San Francisco while trying to redeem himself from his past self.
The feedback helped me see my old application from a different perspective, and I am thankful for it. Personality, Rp example, and History has been changed.
OOC:
IGN: BONESKU11 Age: 17 Time you can dedicate: 1-2 hours a day Why us?: The Akavir server that was hosted was very fun and exciting to role-play in, and because of the positive experience gained while playing on that server I knew that this new Fallout server will meet a lot of my high expectations. Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples) To create a persona or a role in a specific world to act as that persona/role in that closed environment. Define Meta-gaming in your words: When one’s character uses information that is not known by the character as a means of gaining an advantage/disadvantage, such as when one uses information posted OOCly on the forums for their IC character. Define Power-gaming in your words: When one’s character, especially during rp pvp, forcefully controls the role-play in a way that gives an unfair advantage to that one character, such as killing another player within one turn not giving the other player a chance to retaliate. Define God-modding in your words: When one’s character perform actions, especially in rp pvp, that defies logic, such as making a character being able to fly out of a burning fire unscathed.
Did you join our website? Yes.
IC:
Name: Kurt Hale Nickname: (Optional) N/a Age: 24 Gender: Male Appearance:
Kurt is about 175cm, with a fairly built body; not too skinny yet not too big. He had been tortured by a small raider group, and had lost his left hand. Kurt had once been considered a caucasian, with brown eyes and brown hair, but he had been burnt very badly on the left side of his body and all around his face, and as a result most of his skin charred off like a ghoul. The skin around his left eye meld together in some grotesque ways, and the lower parts of his face (cheeks, and around the mouth) have also suffered loss of skin, revealing Kurt's muscles in some areas. His head was also a casualty of the burning, losing great amounts of hair by the fires that seared him. Kurt wears a crude goggle and a respirator of a broken gas mask around his face to hide his deformation so no one thinks badly of him. He wears a poncho-like cloak with a hood that covers most of his body, and under that he wears simple pants and shirt.
Personality:
Kurt finds himself as a person in need of redemption. During his time he was tortured, his warped sanity made him believe that he had abandoned his community and that he was the one who had killed them indirectly. Because of this guilt, he, along with his horrible facial features, despises every part of himself. Because of this he hides his identity and past experience, inevitably not speaking or revealing himself much. However he seeks to be the one to help those in need like how the NCR had saved him from torture. He notices that the only way to redeem himself of his ‘horrible’ past is to become a better person by helping others. However because of his nature of being antisocial he finds it a hard task to accost people and help them. He also wishes to one day fulfill his task of creating his own community so that he may complete his final mission given by his older community; however he knows that this task has many obstacles in his way including his own self-loathing. He hopes he will, in the future, overcome his self-hatred and his past wrongdoings.
In-game RP example: (Include dialogue)
It is the evening of a hot day. Kurt walks into a bar that used to be the remains of some office building.
*Kurt scans the area, looking for a place to sit at by the counter.*
*The bartender darts his eyes towards him* “Where you from stranger.” *He asks in a way to hit up a conversation*
*Kurt ignores the question, and instead says* “Whiskey”
*The Tender sighs and passes him a bottle*
*Kurt throws a few caps on the counter, the bartender swiping it up*
*The Tender asks again*”So stranger, where you from? Only folks come by here to go to San Fran, so you must’a come from somewhere troubled.” *He is leaning on the counter*
*Kurt says nothing again, and removes his broken breathing mask to take a sip of the whiskey, showing his partially burnt face*
*The Tender, seeing his burnt face, thinks of him as a ghoul*
*He jumps from the counter and shouts* “Didn’t you see the sign?! NO GHOULS.”
*Kurt talks quietly to himself* “I wish I was a ghoul…” *The Bartender is furious. He shouts demandingly* “Get outta my bar you…”
*Kurt Removes his hood with his left stump, and throwing off his goggles with his right hand, showing his burnt, charred, and scarred face.*
*Kurt in a menacing tone growls* “Do these scars look like a ghoul to you?!”
*The tender looks at Kurt’s face in a moment of horror, but then clears his throat and attempts to maintain composure*
*Kurt goes back to drinking his whiskey. He says bitterly* “I am an abomination. Worse than a ghoul.”*He swigs the whiskey bottle, emptying it*
*The Bartender sighs trying to make a response, but in the end doesn’t say anything*
*Kurt leaves the bottle of whiskey on the counter, props his hood back up, and prepares to leave*
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs)
Kurt Hale was born in a small wasteland community, whom were all nomads that traveled around southern California. His family and community frequently moved from place to place, avoiding dangers and staying away from factions and cities. Kurt did feel safe at times as they avoided the dangers of particularly settling down, but as he grew up he realized the reason to why they had to move from place to place: because the danger was always present. When Kurt reached 20, he became close friends with everyone in his nomadic community. After the many disasters before, the community learned from its mistakes and managed itself well, Kurt learning about some of the major factions such as the NCR, and also learning ways of avoiding herds of aggressive wildlife.
However his parents and his nomadic community felt Kurt was ready to disperse from their group to start his own nomadic community by himself. Kurt first denied this quest, and wished to stay with his community, for he knew that he was going to miss the company he had. However he soon came to a realization that his community’s supplies were too low to sustain many of the members of his group. Kurt noticed that he was being sent out on his own because the group knew they were not going to make it long enough. Kurt soon began to hate himself, for not realizing quicker about how his own community was failing, and how because of his own carelessness he is starving the people of his community. With this in mind, Kurt ran from his nomadic community walking away from the places he once knew not knowing what to do. After several months of roaming and scrounging for supplies, he came across an abandoned shack filled with hanging corpses. He entered the shack looking for loot but was then jumped by five of its inhabitants. Kurt was beaten and easily knocked unconscious by the five raiders. The raiders had first thought of killing him, but their group's leader had plans for him.
Kurt had his left nails torn off, left fingers cut, and his whole left hand cut off during the days he was imprisoned. The raiders used a fire poker to burn parts of his face time and time again, and he was on the verge of losing his sanity. He was beaten everyday, and if he were ‘lucky’ he would only get burnt once on his face. Everyday for Kurt was a living agony. Everyday he felt his sanity draining from him. He felt that he could take it no longer, but then remembered the friendly faces back at his nomadic community, and how they had helped him to become the person he is today. He started to loathe himself more thinking about how he was the one that deserted all of those people who had helped him. Kurt decided that this was the outcome for being careless, and decided to endure the pain thinking it was all a punishment for his crime.
One day, Kurt woke up to the sound of gunfire. After the screams and the gunfire subsided, the people, who had killed the raiders, came to his search the shack where Kurt lay. He did not want to be shot at as an accomplice and so he lay on the floor and played dead. Kurt noticed how they had symbols of a two-headed bear, and quickly recognized them as the NCR. However when the group of NCR scouts looked at Kurt and his mutilated body, they backed away from him, thinking he was a corpse. He could hear how they discussed about his horrible appearance, and how disgusting he was. The NCR scouts soon left the area, not finding anything worthy to loot. Kurt knew he had become something of an abomination, and added with the guilt of his desertion of his community he now hated himself even more, however because of this his feelings to redeem and save people became much more powerful. He scavenged the area for anything to hide himself with, fashioning himself poncho-like cloak over his horrible scars, wearing a broken gas mask on his face and strapping on blue lab goggles on his eyes. With this he continues to travel north, unexpectedly coming to San Francisco while trying to redeem himself from his past self.
IGN: BONESKU11 Age: 17 Time you can dedicate: 1-2 hours a day Why us?: The Akavir server that was hosted was very fun and exciting to role-play in, and because of the positive experience gained while playing on that server I knew that this new Fallout server will meet a lot of my high expectations. Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples) To create a persona or a role in a specific world to act as that persona/role in that closed environment. Define Meta-gaming in your words: When one’s character uses information that is not known by the character as a means of gaining an advantage/disadvantage, such as when one uses information posted OOCly on the forums for their IC character. Define Power-gaming in your words: When one’s character, especially during rp pvp, forcefully controls the role-play in a way that gives an unfair advantage to that one character, such as killing another player within one turn not giving the other player a chance to retaliate. Did you join our website? Yes.
IC:
Name: Kurt Hale Nickname: (Optional) N/a Age: 24 Gender: Male Appearance: Kurt is about 175cm, with a fairly built body; not too skinny yet not too big. He had been tortured by a small raider group, and had lost his left hand.Kurt had once been considered a caucasian, with brown eyes and brown hair, but he had been burnt very badly on the left side of his body and all around his face, and as a result most of his skin charred off like a ghoul. The skin around his left eyes meld together in some grotesque ways, and the lower parts of his face (cheeks, and around the mouth) have also suffered loss of skin, revealing Kurt's muscles in some areas. His head was also a casualty of the burning, losing great amounts of hair by the fires that seared him. Kurt wears a crude goggle and a respirator of a broken gas mask around his face to hide his deformation so no one thinks badly of him. He wears a poncho-like cloak with a hood that covers most of his body, and under that he wears simple pants and shirt.
Personality: Kurt finds himself as a casualty of the horrible apocalypse. Because of the traumatic past he feels that the cruel world is his enemy. The only motivation for him to live is the act of challenging the dangers around him, coming to a conclusion that surviving and helping others survive is the ultimate goal. He despises his own deformed facial features, and so covers his face in public to not let other people see his scarred face. Because of this he considers himself an outcast and someone to be hated. Even though this occurs he does not despise people and instead would want to help more people. But Kurt still avoids long confrontations with other people because of how they may treat him. So in the end, he must conceal his identity, personality, and his facial features. In a community, he would want to stay in neutral grounds when conflict arises, but will quickly align himself with the winning team, his ultimate goal being survival. If given the choice, he will try to save as many lives as possible, even if abandoning a few in the process. He decides to not speak much, again feeling himself as an outcast. He prefers to fight with small arms in battles, such as pistols. Kurt, with his experience of extreme emotional and physical pain, makes it so he can withstand pain a little longer than a normal person.
In-game RP example: (Include dialogue)
It is the evening of a hot day. Kurt walks into a bar that used to be the remains of some office building.
*Kurt scans the area, looking for a place to sit at by the counter.* *The bartender darts his eyes towards him* “Where you from stranger.” *He asks in a way to hit up a conversation* *Kurt ignores the question, and instead says* “Whiskey” *The Tender sighs and passes him a bottle* *Kurt throws a few caps on the counter, the bartender swiping it up* *The Tender asks again*”So stranger, where you from? Only folks come by here to go to San Fran, so you must’a come from somewhere troubled.” *He is leaning on the counter* *Kurt says nothing again, and removes his broken breathing mask to take a sip of the whiskey, showing his partially burnt face* *The Tender, seeing his burnt face, thinks of him as a ghoul* *He jumps from the counter and shouts* “Didn’t you see the sign?! NO GHOULS.” *He is about to pull out his pistol from the side of his belt* *Kurt is irritated* “I am no ghoul…” * He stands up from his seat and pulls out his pistol with from his belt as well* The two both pull out their pistols at once, holding their pistols in each other’s faces* *Kurt Removes his hood with his left stump, and throwing off his goggles with it as well, showing his burnt, charred, and scarred face.* *Kurt in a menacing tone growls* “Do these scars look like a ghoul to you?!” There is a moment of silence. The two lower their pistols, both with a sigh: Kurt being irritated and the bartender feeling lucky that he did not have to die to some common filth. *The tender slumps back to the counter looking at Kurt’s face*”Well, whatever it was you went through, don’t wanna know it.” *Kurt stays silent, as he puts his goggles back on, sitting back down and sipping his whiskey.*
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs) Kurt Hale was born in a small wasteland community, whom were all nomads that traveled around southern California. His family and community frequently moved from place to place, avoiding dangers and staying away from factions and cities. Therefore he had a troubled childhood, where he had no rest and felt as if he was always in danger. At the age of ten many of the people in his community were lost to the wastes, many killed by unknown factions or slaughtered by the wild animals. At this point of his life, Kurt felt that he needed to learn how to shoot so that he would not be dead weight to his community, and so slowly learned to use a pistol that he had once picked up from a fallen member. By the age of 20, his community was in shambles, his parents killed by a Radscorpion attack that occurred during the night. Their community leader, who had lead them so far, was killed soon after by feral ghouls when he thought it was safe of the group to hide under the sewers. Kurt, with his luck and protection by his leader, had lived this long, and so decided to lead the group with its handful of survivors.
He was able to live a peaceful life, as Kurt decided to establish a small settlement instead of moving about. The community flourished as the settlement brought newcomers into his small group. However, after two semi-peaceful years, some violent gang members heard of their settlement attacked their group. Even thought the gang consisted only of four people their firepower was too much, and sent the people of the settlement in a wild panic. Kurt had escaped from the destroyed settlement alone, presumed dead by everyone he once knew. He decided to walk north and to escape all the dreadful things that had occurred in his past. After several months of roaming, he was accosted by a group of raiders, which consisted of five people. First Kurt tried to fight them, but was easily outgunned and overpowered. He was shot in the leg, and couldn’t run. The raiders first thought of killing him, but their group's leader had plans for him.
Kurt had his left nails torn off, left fingers cut, and his whole left hand cut off during the days he was imprisoned. The raiders used a fire poker to burn parts of his face time and time again, and he was on the verge of losing his sanity. He was beaten everyday, and if he were ‘lucky’ he would only get burnt once on his face. Everyday for Kurt was a living agony. One day, when he felt he could take it no longer, he remembered all the hardships he had been through as a child with his parents and his community. He remembered the past leader of his group who saved his life time and time again, and he felt that his life was no worthless. From that day, Kurt carefully planned his escape. After days of beatings by the raiders (they stopped torching him because he became exceptionally good at being a chair for their leader), Kurt managed to take a pistol from the raider leader’s side. With a fully loaded revolver, Kurt knew he only had one shot at escaping.
One day, when two raiders opened his cage for his daily beating, Kurt pulled out the stolen revolver, and shot the two raiders in their heads when they got too close. Other raiders, including the raider leader, heard the gunshot and came running to the cell. Soon Kurt was again outnumbered three to one, and he was not able to escape the firefight. When the last of his cover was gone, and he had felt that he was no more, he heard distant gunfire. He noticed some other faction, holding a bear with two heads as a flag, killing the remaining three raiders. After the screams and the gunfire subsided, the group of people came to his search the raider base. He played dead, not wanting to die when he had made it this far. After the group left the raider's base Kurt scavenged the hideout for ammo and gear, fashioning himself poncho-like cloak over his horrible scars, wearing a broken gas mask on his face and strapping on blue lab goggles on his eyes. With this he continues to travel north, unexpectedly coming to San Francisco while trying to find a way out of the hell he had been through.
IGN: BONESKU11 Age: 17 Time you can dedicate: 1-2 hours a day Why us?: The Akavir server that was hosted was very fun and exciting to role-play in, and because of the positive experience gained while playing on that server I knew that this new Fallout server will meet a lot of my high expectations. Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples) To create a persona or a role in a specific world to act as that persona/role in that closed environment. Define Meta-gaming in your words: When one’s character uses information that is not known by the character as a means of gaining an advantage/disadvantage, such as when one uses information posted OOCly on the forums for their IC character. Define Power-gaming in your words: When one’s character forcefully controls the role-play in an unfair way, such as granting him/herself limitless power in an rp pvp situation, such as killing another player within one turn not giving the other player a chance to retaliate. Did you join our website? Yes.
IC:
Name: Kurt Hale Nickname: (Optional) N/a Age: 24 Gender: Male Appearance: He is about 175cm, with a fairly built body; not too skinny yet not too big. Kurt had been tortured by a small raider group, and had lost his left hand. He had been burnt very badly on the left side of his body and face, and as a result most of his skin charred off like a ghoul. He wears a crude goggle and a gas mask that had been broken off around his face to hide his deformation so no one thinks badly of him. He wears a poncho-like cloak with a hood that covers most of his body, and under that he wears simple pants and shirt. Personality: Kurt finds himself as a casualty of the horrible apocalypse. Because of the traumatic past he feels that the cruel world is his enemy. The only motivation for him to live is the act of challenging the dangers around him, coming to a conclusion that surviving and helping others survive is the ultimate goal. He despises his own deformed facial features, and so covers his face in public to not let other people see his scarred face. Because of this he considers himself an outcast and someone to be hated. Even though this occurs he does not despise people and instead would want to help more people. But Kurt still avoids long confrontations with other people because of how they may treat him. So in the end, he must conceal his identity, personality, and his facial features. In a community, he would want to stay in neutral grounds when conflict arises, but will quickly align himself with the winning team, his ultimate goal being survival. If given the choice, he will try to save as many lives as possible, even if abandoning a few in the process. He decides to not speak much, again feeling himself as an outcast. He prefers to fight with small arms in battles, such as pistols. Kurt, with his experience of extreme emotional and physical pain, makes it so he can withstand pain a little longer than a normal person.
In-game RP example: (Include dialogue)
It is the evening of a hot day. Kurt walks into a bar that used to be the remains of some office building.
*Kurt scans the area, looking for a place to sit at by the counter.* *The bartender darts his eyes towards him* “Where you from stranger.” *He asks in a way to hit up a conversation* *Kurt ignores the question, and instead says* “Whiskey” *The Tender sighs and passes him a bottle* *Kurt throws a few caps on the counter, the bartender swiping it up* *The Tender asks again*”So stranger, where you from? Only folks come by here to go to San Fran, so you must’a come from somewhere troubled.” *He is leaning on the counter* *Kurt says nothing again, and removes his broken breathing mask to take a sip of the whiskey, showing his partially burnt face* *The Tender, seeing his burnt face, thinks of him as a ghoul* *He jumps from the counter and shouts* “Didn’t you see the sign?! NO GHOULS.” *He is about to pull out his pistol from the side of his belt* *Kurt is irritated* “I am no ghoul…” * He stands up from his seat and pulls out his pistol with from his belt as well* The two both pull out their pistols at once, holding their pistols in each other’s faces* *Kurt Removes his hood with his left stump, and throwing off his goggles with it as well, showing his burnt, charred, and scarred face.* *Kurt in a menacing tone growls* “Do these scars look like a ghoul to you?!” There is a moment of silence. The two lower their pistols, both with a sigh: Kurt being irritated and the bartender feeling lucky that he did not have to die to some common filth. *The tender slumps back to the counter looking at Kurt’s face*”Well, whatever it was you went through, don’t wanna know it.” *Kurt stays silent, as he puts his goggles back on, sitting back down and sipping his whiskey.*
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs) Kurt Hale was born in a small wasteland community, whom were all nomads that traveled around southern California. His family and community frequently moved from place to place, avoiding dangers and staying away from factions and cities. Therefore he had a troubled childhood, where he had no rest and felt as if he was always in danger. At the age of ten many of the people in his community were lost to the wastes, many killed by unknown factions or slaughtered by the wild animals. At this point of his life, Kurt felt that he needed to learn how to shoot so that he would not be dead weight to his community, and so slowly learned to use a pistol that he had once picked up from a fallen member. By the age of 20, his community was in shambles, his parents killed by a Radscorpion attack that occurred during the night. Their community leader, who had lead them so far, was killed soon after by feral ghouls when he thought it was safe of the group to hide under the sewers. Kurt, with his luck and protection by his leader, had lived this long, and so decided to lead the group with its handful of survivors.
He was able to live a peaceful life, as Kurt decided to establish a small settlement instead of moving about. The community flourished as the settlement brought newcomers into his small group. However, after two semi-peaceful years, some violent gang members heard of their settlement attacked their group. Even thought the gang consisted only of four people their firepower was too much, and sent the people of the settlement in a wild panic. Kurt had escaped from the destroyed settlement alone, presumed dead by everyone he once knew. He decided to walk north and to escape all the dreadful things that had occurred in his past. After several months of roaming, he was accosted by a group of raiders, which consisted of five people. First Kurt tried to fight them, but was easily outgunned and overpowered. He was shot in the leg, and couldn’t run. The raiders first thought of killing him, but their group's leader had plans for him.
Kurt had his left nails torn off, left fingers cut, and his whole left hand cut off during the days he was imprisoned. The raiders used a fire poker to burn parts of his left face time and time again, and he was on the verge of losing his sanity. He was beaten everyday, and if he were ‘lucky’ he would only get burnt once on his face. Everyday for Kurt was a living agony. One day, when he felt he could take it no longer, he remembered all the hardships he had been through as a child with his parents and his community. He remembered the past leader of his group who saved his life time and time again, and he felt that his life was no worthless. From that day, Kurt carefully planned his escape. After days of beatings by the raiders (they stopped torching him because he became exceptionally good at being a chair for their leader), Kurt managed to take a pistol from the raider leader’s side. With a fully loaded revolver, Kurt knew he only had one shot at escaping.
One day, when two raiders opened his cage for his daily beating, Kurt pulled out the stolen revolver, and shot the two raiders in their heads when they got too close. Other raiders, including the raider leader, heard the gunshot and came running to the cell. Soon Kurt was again outnumbered three to one, and he was not able to escape the firefight. When the last of his cover was gone, and he had felt that he was no more, he heard distant gunfire. He noticed some other faction, holding a bear with two heads as a flag, killing the remaining three raiders. After the screams and the gunfire subsided, the group of people came to his search the raider base. He played dead, not wanting to die when he had made it this far. After the group left the raider's base Kurt scavenged the hideout for ammo and gear, fashioning himself poncho-like cloak over his horrible scars, wearing a broken gas mask on his face and strapping on blue lab goggles on his eyes. With this he continues to travel north, unexpectedly coming to San Francisco while trying to find a way out of the hell he had been through.
OOC:
IGN: BONESKU11
Age: 16
Why us?: I have heard from my friends that this server was a good roleplaying server
Have you "liked" our minecraftforum thread?: Not yet but soon
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: Not yet but soon
Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples) to imitate characters in a closed environment
Define Meta-gaming in your words: To know information your character does not know, and using that information to your advantage.
Define Power-gaming in your words: To take advantage of a player through force by abusively roleplaying or pvping.
IC:
Name: Demachaerus Kreolez
Nickname: (Optional) Demache
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Race: Nord
Appearance: Pale skin, blue eyes, and iron bracers. Has blonde hair.
Personality: He is calm and patient. Unlike some of his companions, he can stay calm doing tedious labor, and can follow directions without hesitation. He does have internal conflicts when emotions take hold of him though.
In-game RP example: (Include dialog)
Demachaerus: I am in search for the place known as 'Akavir'.
Trader: I need money to speak up boy
Demachaerus already threw some coins at the trader before he could finish his sentence.
Demachaerus: ...'Akavir'?
Trader: heheh... you seem to know your postion, Nord. Come, I will explain.
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs. Also, explain how you came to be in Akavir.)
Demachaerus Kreolez worked as a lodger, cutting wood day and night. He never got tired of this mundane work, as he threw logs into the sawmill day after day. He had a wife and he was expecting children. His life was tedious, but his wife was the greatest thing that stopped him from choosing another life. However his wife died by a illness, for Demachaerus could not afford medicine with such simple life. Extremely saddened, Demachaerus cries over his wife and his child's death for weeks.
One day Demachaerus hears rumors about 'Akavir' when he was trotting around the village in grief. He heard from two men talking, that it was a place for a new beginning. Exhausted by the grief, Demachaerus came to his senses and set his goals on the shores of Akavir. He goes back to being a lodger for a few more months to make more money for the long trip. After months of tedious work and patience, Demachaerus concluded that he had enough coins for the trip to Akavir. He questioned trader to trader, searching for the ship that set sail to Akavir. Again after months of questioning, he finally made it to a ship that set sail from Tamriel to the mystical islands of Akavir, where his new journey begins.
OOC MC username: BONESKU11 Gender: Male Age: 16 Country: Japan Roleplaying Experience: Played on a few RP servers, and have played rp games as well. We are not going to ask if you read the lore/rules, but you risk ban if you don’t. Give an example of Meta-gaming: Using information via skype from a chat that you you should not be knowing. Give an example of Power-gaming: Using 'special powers' to disable another player. What specifically do you like about this server compared to other RP servers? Player feedback is more valued Do you have any questions? No. IC (the more detail, the better) Character Name: The_Breathless (Amori Kreolz) Gender: Male Age: 37 Race: Skulsfjor Class: Heavy Profession(s): Lumber Jack Physical Description: His body is dark with the scars of his severe injuries from fires. He wears an crude respirator on his face and carries a huge bronze tank that cycles steam and oxygen into his lungs. His body is buff that most men, and can take heavy damage before falling. Attire (clothing): Wears a modified version of the Black Razor armor, which is more heavier and harder to break. He also wears a respirator and a bronze tank on his back; his weakness. Personality: He used to be a librarian, therefore is intelligent and wiser than most men. He is very loyal to his king for saving his life. Backstory:
Amori Kreolz was born in a poor family that owed great amounts of debt. At around the age of 18, Amori was given a chance to prove his glory by playing in matches held by the Skulsfjor officials. He was favored greatly by the king during these battles, and Amori was honored to serve under him. After conquering the nine arenas of the nine holds, Amori's career ended at the age of 30, after being severely wounded on his left leg and forced to leave the games. People thought that he were to never recover.
During his retirement, he was able to pay off his family's debts. He soon came in need of a job, and therefore chose to be a librarian. After being a librarian for 5 years, Amori came to appreciate knowledge and wisdom. However, the great library was burnt down by skusfjor rebels. During the great fires Amori was enraged to see the books he studied burned before his eyes. He went on a rampage, ripping apart rebels with his bare hands. While doing this, he caughton fire and burned alive. Amori screamed as he ripped the meats of his enemies, and faded out into the blackness.
When he woke he breathed through a crude steal mask attached to a bronze tank on his back. His body was recovered by the king and 'brought back to life'. After losing everything he had, Amori changed his name to The Breathless and served the man that had saved his life and admired for his life; his king. Aspiration: (What is your character’s goal, their cause, their purpose in this new start?) By following his fellow Black Razors to Avitus, he vows to help his king create a new beginning for the Skulsfjor, and die trying.
Out of Character(OOC): (Don’t be shy we won’t ban for this part it’s only to know our players) IGN(In Game Name):BONESKU11
Roleplaying experience(Have you ever played on Minecraft Roleplay Servers before?Or have you played games like Skyrim, etc):Yes. I played on other Roleplaying servers.
Age ( Please do not lie It won’t make you better): 16
Country/ Time zone:Japan time
Did anyone tell you about this? ( Please give us his MC IGN ) Most of the admins and mods are good internet buds.
Why do you want to join us? ( Please be a bit detailed): I recently got sucked back into watching all the Lord Of The Rings movies. Its gonna be fun to roleplay in that setting.
IF you could choose a character from the list in the post, who would you want to be and why?: Sauron, for my past rp experiences playing as a dark lord.
Time you can give to this server(Everyday, or per week):Friday, Saturday, Sunday
Have you read the rules?: Yes, Frodo
In Character(IC) INFO:
Name(Please give your Character a name that fits with your race) : Barnog
Race(Go see the race section higher up. And is he a man or a woman):Male Savage Orc
Age(Is he a child, a teen, a father\mother or an elder?):About the age of a middle-aged human.
Character Backstory( What happened to your character? Were his parents slaughtered and he grew up in the streets or did he learn at the the College of Winterhold? Maybe he was part of a group of deadly assassins who got paid to do some one's dirty work.Or maybe he was just a peaceful farmer minding his own business when suddenly his familly was kidnapped and he was left to die in his burning farm.You decide what happened to him and please be very descriptive. It should be more then 50 words):Barnog was born to solely serve all by the influence of the dark lords. He is passionately devoted to making his own miserable life something useful to the greater picture of evil. He was trained since he was young to fight against good with much aggression. He hates the concept of just and fair, and he wishes to rid of it by aiding the Dark lords.
Personality traits(What is your character like?Is he a charming young man or dark and mysterious person?Maybe he is just a loyal man looking for work and wanting to start a family .Would he help some one that was about to die or let them die? Is he cold and cruel? Once again please be very descriptive. Just make a short paragraph) : Barnog is your typical aggressive orc that hates humans, elves, and any race that stand for good and justice. He will sacrifice himself for higher ranked officials to live, and he does not fear of being used as canon fodder. He does not care for other people that work around him, and will try to prove his strength superior to his own piers.
Physical description or image of skin?( Does he have any facial hairs? What does he wear like clothes and why? Was it given to him by his father or did he craft it himself? Please not too long, just short and sweet)Please put a picture of your skin.: He will be a green orc, with not much clothing on for his savagery.
What is he/she good at? (Examples: Sword fighting, blacksmithing, using a bow, etc) He had only used a sword to fight and train with, and therefore he likes to use swords.
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OOC:
IGN: BONESKU11
Age: 17
Time you can dedicate: 1-2 hours a day
Why us?: The Akavir server that was hosted was very fun and exciting to role-play in, and because of the positive experience gained while playing on that server I knew that this new Fallout server will meet a lot of my high expectations.
Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples) To create a persona or a role in a specific world to act as that persona/role in that closed environment.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: When one’s character uses information that is not known by the character as a means of gaining an advantage/disadvantage, such as when one uses information posted OOCly on the forums for their IC character.
Define Power-gaming in your words: When one’s character, especially during rp pvp, forcefully controls the role-play in a way that gives an unfair advantage to that one character, such as killing another player within one turn not giving the other player a chance to retaliate.
Define God-modding in your words: When one’s character perform actions, especially in rp pvp, that defies logic, such as making a character being able to fly out of a burning fire unscathed.
Did you join our website? Yes.
IC:Name: Kurt Hale
Nickname: (Optional) N/a
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Appearance: Kurt is about 175cm, with a fairly built body; not too skinny yet not too big. He had been tortured by a small raider group, and had lost his left hand. Kurt had once been considered a caucasian, with brown eyes and brown hair, but he had been burnt very badly on the left side of his body and all around his face, and as a result most of his skin charred off like a ghoul. The skin around his left eye meld together in some grotesque ways, and the lower parts of his face (cheeks, and around the mouth) have also suffered loss of skin, revealing Kurt's muscles in some areas. His head was also a casualty of the burning, losing great amounts of hair by the fires that seared him. Kurt wears a crude goggle and a respirator of a broken gas mask around his face to hide his deformation so no one thinks badly of him. He wears a poncho-like cloak with a hood that covers most of his body, and under that he wears simple pants and shirt.
Personality: Kurt finds himself as a person in need of redemption. During his time he was tortured, his warped sanity made him believe that he had abandoned his community and that he was the one who had killed them indirectly. Because of this guilt, he, along with his horrible facial features, despises every part of himself. Because of this he hides his identity and past experience, inevitably not speaking or revealing himself much. However he seeks to be the one to help those in need like how the NCR had saved him from torture. He notices that the only way to redeem himself of his ‘horrible’ past is to become a better person by helping others. However because of his nature of being antisocial he finds it a hard task to accost people and help them. He also wishes to one day fulfill his task of creating his own community so that he may complete his final mission given by his older community; however he knows that this task has many obstacles in his way including his own self-loathing. He hopes he will, in the future, overcome his self-hatred and his past wrongdoings.
In-game RP example: (Include dialogue)
It is the evening of a hot day. Kurt walks into a bar that used to be the remains of some office building.
*Kurt scans the area, looking for a place to sit at by the counter.*
*The bartender darts his eyes towards him* “Where you from stranger.” *He asks in a way to hit up a conversation*
*Kurt ignores the question, and instead says* “Whiskey”
*The Tender sighs and passes him a bottle*
*Kurt throws a few caps on the counter, the bartender swiping it up*
*The Tender asks again*”So stranger, where you from? Only folks come by here to go to San Fran, so you must’a come from somewhere troubled.” *He is leaning on the counter*
*Kurt says nothing again, and removes his broken breathing mask to take a sip of the whiskey, showing his partially burnt face*
*The Tender, seeing his burnt face, thinks of him as a ghoul*
*He jumps from the counter and shouts* “Didn’t you see the sign?! NO GHOULS.”
*Kurt talks quietly to himself* “I wish I was a ghoul…”
*The Bartender is furious. He shouts demandingly* “Get outta my bar you…”
*Kurt Removes his hood with his left stump, and throwing off his goggles with his right hand, showing his burnt, charred, and scarred face.*
*Kurt in a menacing tone growls* “Do these scars look like a ghoul to you?!”
*The tender looks at Kurt’s face in a moment of horror, but then clears his throat and attempts to maintain composure*
*Kurt goes back to drinking his whiskey. He says bitterly* “I am an abomination. Worse than a ghoul.”*He swigs the whiskey bottle, emptying it*
*The Bartender sighs trying to make a response, but in the end doesn’t say anything*
*Kurt leaves the bottle of whiskey on the counter, props his hood back up, and prepares to leave*
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs):
Kurt Hale was born in a small wasteland community, whom were all nomads that traveled around southern California. His family and community frequently moved from place to place, avoiding dangers and staying away from factions and cities. Kurt did feel safe at times as they avoided the dangers of particularly settling down, but as he grew up he realized the reason to why they had to move from place to place: because the danger was always present. When Kurt reached 20, he became close friends with everyone in his nomadic community. The community learned from every mistake they made and managed itself well, Kurt learning about some of the major factions such as the NCR, and also learning ways of avoiding herds of aggressive wildlife.
However his parents and his nomadic community felt Kurt was ready to disperse from their group to start his own nomadic community by himself. Kurt first denied this quest, and wished to stay with his community, for he knew that he was going to miss the company he had. However he soon came to a realization that his community’s supplies were too low to sustain many of the members of his group. Kurt noticed that he was being sent out on his own because the group knew they were not going to make it long enough. Kurt soon began to hate himself, for not realizing quicker about how his own community was failing, and how because of his own carelessness he is starving the people of his community. With this in mind, Kurt ran from his nomadic community walking away from the places he once knew not knowing what to do. After several months of roaming and scrounging for supplies, he came across an abandoned shack filled with hanging corpses. He entered the shack looking for loot but was then jumped by five of its inhabitants. Kurt was beaten and easily knocked unconscious by the five raiders. The raiders had first thought of killing him, but their group's leader had plans for him.
Kurt had his left nails torn off, left fingers cut, and his whole left hand cut off during the days he was imprisoned. The raiders used a fire poker to burn parts of his face time and time again, and he was on the verge of losing his sanity. He was beaten everyday, and if he were ‘lucky’ he would only get burnt once on his face. Everyday for Kurt was a living agony. Everyday he felt his sanity draining from him. He felt that he could take it no longer, but then remembered the friendly faces back at his nomadic community, and how they had helped him to become the person he is today. He started to loathe himself more thinking about how he was the one that deserted all of those people who had helped him. Kurt decided that this was the outcome for being careless, and decided to endure the pain thinking it was all a punishment for his crime.
One day, Kurt woke up to the sound of gunfire. After the screams and the gunfire subsided, the people, who had killed the raiders, came to his search the shack where Kurt lay. He did not want to be shot at as an accomplice and so he lay on the floor and played dead. Kurt noticed how they had symbols of a two-headed bear, and quickly recognized them as the NCR. However when the group of NCR scouts looked at Kurt and his mutilated body, they backed away from him, thinking he was a corpse. He could hear how they discussed about his horrible appearance, and how disgusting he was. The NCR scouts soon left the area, not finding anything worthy to loot. Kurt knew he had become something of an abomination, and added with the guilt of his desertion of his community he now hated himself even more, however because of this his feelings to redeem and save people became much more powerful. He scavenged the area for anything to hide himself with, fashioning himself poncho-like cloak over his horrible scars, wearing a broken gas mask on his face and strapping on blue lab goggles on his eyes. With this he continues to travel north, unexpectedly coming to San Francisco while trying to redeem himself from his past self.
Powers up vault boy 3000
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OOC:
IGN: BONESKU11
Age: 17
Time you can dedicate: 1-2 hours a day
Why us?: The Akavir server that was hosted was very fun and exciting to role-play in, and because of the positive experience gained while playing on that server I knew that this new Fallout server will meet a lot of my high expectations.
Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples) To create a persona or a role in a specific world to act as that persona/role in that closed environment.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: When one’s character uses information that is not known by the character as a means of gaining an advantage/disadvantage, such as when one uses information posted OOCly on the forums for their IC character.
Define Power-gaming in your words: When one’s character, especially during rp pvp, forcefully controls the role-play in a way that gives an unfair advantage to that one character, such as killing another player within one turn not giving the other player a chance to retaliate.
Define God-modding in your words: When one’s character perform actions, especially in rp pvp, that defies logic, such as making a character being able to fly out of a burning fire unscathed.
Did you join our website? Yes.
IC:
Name: Kurt Hale
Nickname: (Optional) N/a
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Kurt is about 175cm, with a fairly built body; not too skinny yet not too big. He had been tortured by a small raider group, and had lost his left hand. Kurt had once been considered a caucasian, with brown eyes and brown hair, but he had been burnt very badly on the left side of his body and all around his face, and as a result most of his skin charred off like a ghoul. The skin around his left eye meld together in some grotesque ways, and the lower parts of his face (cheeks, and around the mouth) have also suffered loss of skin, revealing Kurt's muscles in some areas. His head was also a casualty of the burning, losing great amounts of hair by the fires that seared him. Kurt wears a crude goggle and a respirator of a broken gas mask around his face to hide his deformation so no one thinks badly of him. He wears a poncho-like cloak with a hood that covers most of his body, and under that he wears simple pants and shirt.
Personality:
Kurt finds himself as a person in need of redemption. During his time he was tortured, his warped sanity made him believe that he had abandoned his community and that he was the one who had killed them indirectly. Because of this guilt, he, along with his horrible facial features, despises every part of himself. Because of this he hides his identity and past experience, inevitably not speaking or revealing himself much. However he seeks to be the one to help those in need like how the NCR had saved him from torture. He notices that the only way to redeem himself of his ‘horrible’ past is to become a better person by helping others. However because of his nature of being antisocial he finds it a hard task to accost people and help them. He also wishes to one day fulfill his task of creating his own community so that he may complete his final mission given by his older community; however he knows that this task has many obstacles in his way including his own self-loathing. He hopes he will, in the future, overcome his self-hatred and his past wrongdoings.
In-game RP example: (Include dialogue)
It is the evening of a hot day. Kurt walks into a bar that used to be the remains of some office building.
*Kurt scans the area, looking for a place to sit at by the counter.*
*The bartender darts his eyes towards him* “Where you from stranger.” *He asks in a way to hit up a conversation*
*Kurt ignores the question, and instead says* “Whiskey”
*The Tender sighs and passes him a bottle*
*Kurt throws a few caps on the counter, the bartender swiping it up*
*The Tender asks again*”So stranger, where you from? Only folks come by here to go to San Fran, so you must’a come from somewhere troubled.” *He is leaning on the counter*
*Kurt says nothing again, and removes his broken breathing mask to take a sip of the whiskey, showing his partially burnt face*
*The Tender, seeing his burnt face, thinks of him as a ghoul*
*He jumps from the counter and shouts* “Didn’t you see the sign?! NO GHOULS.”
*Kurt talks quietly to himself* “I wish I was a ghoul…”
*The Bartender is furious. He shouts demandingly* “Get outta my bar you…”
*Kurt Removes his hood with his left stump, and throwing off his goggles with his right hand, showing his burnt, charred, and scarred face.*
*Kurt in a menacing tone growls* “Do these scars look like a ghoul to you?!”
*The tender looks at Kurt’s face in a moment of horror, but then clears his throat and attempts to maintain composure*
*Kurt goes back to drinking his whiskey. He says bitterly* “I am an abomination. Worse than a ghoul.”*He swigs the whiskey bottle, emptying it*
*The Bartender sighs trying to make a response, but in the end doesn’t say anything*
*Kurt leaves the bottle of whiskey on the counter, props his hood back up, and prepares to leave*
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs)
Kurt Hale was born in a small wasteland community, whom were all nomads that traveled around southern California. His family and community frequently moved from place to place, avoiding dangers and staying away from factions and cities. Kurt did feel safe at times as they avoided the dangers of particularly settling down, but as he grew up he realized the reason to why they had to move from place to place: because the danger was always present. When Kurt reached 20, he became close friends with everyone in his nomadic community. After the many disasters before, the community learned from its mistakes and managed itself well, Kurt learning about some of the major factions such as the NCR, and also learning ways of avoiding herds of aggressive wildlife.
However his parents and his nomadic community felt Kurt was ready to disperse from their group to start his own nomadic community by himself. Kurt first denied this quest, and wished to stay with his community, for he knew that he was going to miss the company he had. However he soon came to a realization that his community’s supplies were too low to sustain many of the members of his group. Kurt noticed that he was being sent out on his own because the group knew they were not going to make it long enough. Kurt soon began to hate himself, for not realizing quicker about how his own community was failing, and how because of his own carelessness he is starving the people of his community. With this in mind, Kurt ran from his nomadic community walking away from the places he once knew not knowing what to do. After several months of roaming and scrounging for supplies, he came across an abandoned shack filled with hanging corpses. He entered the shack looking for loot but was then jumped by five of its inhabitants. Kurt was beaten and easily knocked unconscious by the five raiders. The raiders had first thought of killing him, but their group's leader had plans for him.
Kurt had his left nails torn off, left fingers cut, and his whole left hand cut off during the days he was imprisoned. The raiders used a fire poker to burn parts of his face time and time again, and he was on the verge of losing his sanity. He was beaten everyday, and if he were ‘lucky’ he would only get burnt once on his face. Everyday for Kurt was a living agony. Everyday he felt his sanity draining from him. He felt that he could take it no longer, but then remembered the friendly faces back at his nomadic community, and how they had helped him to become the person he is today. He started to loathe himself more thinking about how he was the one that deserted all of those people who had helped him. Kurt decided that this was the outcome for being careless, and decided to endure the pain thinking it was all a punishment for his crime.
One day, Kurt woke up to the sound of gunfire. After the screams and the gunfire subsided, the people, who had killed the raiders, came to his search the shack where Kurt lay. He did not want to be shot at as an accomplice and so he lay on the floor and played dead. Kurt noticed how they had symbols of a two-headed bear, and quickly recognized them as the NCR. However when the group of NCR scouts looked at Kurt and his mutilated body, they backed away from him, thinking he was a corpse. He could hear how they discussed about his horrible appearance, and how disgusting he was. The NCR scouts soon left the area, not finding anything worthy to loot. Kurt knew he had become something of an abomination, and added with the guilt of his desertion of his community he now hated himself even more, however because of this his feelings to redeem and save people became much more powerful. He scavenged the area for anything to hide himself with, fashioning himself poncho-like cloak over his horrible scars, wearing a broken gas mask on his face and strapping on blue lab goggles on his eyes. With this he continues to travel north, unexpectedly coming to San Francisco while trying to redeem himself from his past self.
Powers up vault boy 3000
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IGN: BONESKU11
Age: 17
Time you can dedicate: 1-2 hours a day
Why us?: The Akavir server that was hosted was very fun and exciting to role-play in, and because of the positive experience gained while playing on that server I knew that this new Fallout server will meet a lot of my high expectations.
Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples) To create a persona or a role in a specific world to act as that persona/role in that closed environment.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: When one’s character uses information that is not known by the character as a means of gaining an advantage/disadvantage, such as when one uses information posted OOCly on the forums for their IC character.
Define Power-gaming in your words: When one’s character, especially during rp pvp, forcefully controls the role-play in a way that gives an unfair advantage to that one character, such as killing another player within one turn not giving the other player a chance to retaliate.
Did you join our website? Yes.
IC:
Name: Kurt Hale
Nickname: (Optional) N/a
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Kurt is about 175cm, with a fairly built body; not too skinny yet not too big. He had been tortured by a small raider group, and had lost his left hand. Kurt had once been considered a caucasian, with brown eyes and brown hair, but he had been burnt very badly on the left side of his body and all around his face, and as a result most of his skin charred off like a ghoul. The skin around his left eyes meld together in some grotesque ways, and the lower parts of his face (cheeks, and around the mouth) have also suffered loss of skin, revealing Kurt's muscles in some areas. His head was also a casualty of the burning, losing great amounts of hair by the fires that seared him. Kurt wears a crude goggle and a respirator of a broken gas mask around his face to hide his deformation so no one thinks badly of him. He wears a poncho-like cloak with a hood that covers most of his body, and under that he wears simple pants and shirt.
Personality:
Kurt finds himself as a casualty of the horrible apocalypse. Because of the traumatic past he feels that the cruel world is his enemy. The only motivation for him to live is the act of challenging the dangers around him, coming to a conclusion that surviving and helping others survive is the ultimate goal. He despises his own deformed facial features, and so covers his face in public to not let other people see his scarred face. Because of this he considers himself an outcast and someone to be hated. Even though this occurs he does not despise people and instead would want to help more people. But Kurt still avoids long confrontations with other people because of how they may treat him. So in the end, he must conceal his identity, personality, and his facial features. In a community, he would want to stay in neutral grounds when conflict arises, but will quickly align himself with the winning team, his ultimate goal being survival. If given the choice, he will try to save as many lives as possible, even if abandoning a few in the process. He decides to not speak much, again feeling himself as an outcast. He prefers to fight with small arms in battles, such as pistols. Kurt, with his experience of extreme emotional and physical pain, makes it so he can withstand pain a little longer than a normal person.
In-game RP example: (Include dialogue)
It is the evening of a hot day. Kurt walks into a bar that used to be the remains of some office building.
*Kurt scans the area, looking for a place to sit at by the counter.*
*The bartender darts his eyes towards him* “Where you from stranger.” *He asks in a way to hit up a conversation*
*Kurt ignores the question, and instead says* “Whiskey”
*The Tender sighs and passes him a bottle*
*Kurt throws a few caps on the counter, the bartender swiping it up*
*The Tender asks again*”So stranger, where you from? Only folks come by here to go to San Fran, so you must’a come from somewhere troubled.” *He is leaning on the counter*
*Kurt says nothing again, and removes his broken breathing mask to take a sip of the whiskey, showing his partially burnt face*
*The Tender, seeing his burnt face, thinks of him as a ghoul*
*He jumps from the counter and shouts* “Didn’t you see the sign?! NO GHOULS.” *He is about to pull out his pistol from the side of his belt*
*Kurt is irritated* “I am no ghoul…” * He stands up from his seat and pulls out his pistol with from his belt as well*
The two both pull out their pistols at once, holding their pistols in each other’s faces*
*Kurt Removes his hood with his left stump, and throwing off his goggles with it as well, showing his burnt, charred, and scarred face.*
*Kurt in a menacing tone growls* “Do these scars look like a ghoul to you?!”
There is a moment of silence.
The two lower their pistols, both with a sigh: Kurt being irritated and the bartender feeling lucky that he did not have to die to some common filth.
*The tender slumps back to the counter looking at Kurt’s face*”Well, whatever it was you went through, don’t wanna know it.”
*Kurt stays silent, as he puts his goggles back on, sitting back down and sipping his whiskey.*
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs)
Kurt Hale was born in a small wasteland community, whom were all nomads that traveled around southern California. His family and community frequently moved from place to place, avoiding dangers and staying away from factions and cities. Therefore he had a troubled childhood, where he had no rest and felt as if he was always in danger. At the age of ten many of the people in his community were lost to the wastes, many killed by unknown factions or slaughtered by the wild animals. At this point of his life, Kurt felt that he needed to learn how to shoot so that he would not be dead weight to his community, and so slowly learned to use a pistol that he had once picked up from a fallen member. By the age of 20, his community was in shambles, his parents killed by a Radscorpion attack that occurred during the night. Their community leader, who had lead them so far, was killed soon after by feral ghouls when he thought it was safe of the group to hide under the sewers. Kurt, with his luck and protection by his leader, had lived this long, and so decided to lead the group with its handful of survivors.
He was able to live a peaceful life, as Kurt decided to establish a small settlement instead of moving about. The community flourished as the settlement brought newcomers into his small group. However, after two semi-peaceful years, some violent gang members heard of their settlement attacked their group. Even thought the gang consisted only of four people their firepower was too much, and sent the people of the settlement in a wild panic. Kurt had escaped from the destroyed settlement alone, presumed dead by everyone he once knew. He decided to walk north and to escape all the dreadful things that had occurred in his past. After several months of roaming, he was accosted by a group of raiders, which consisted of five people. First Kurt tried to fight them, but was easily outgunned and overpowered. He was shot in the leg, and couldn’t run. The raiders first thought of killing him, but their group's leader had plans for him.
Kurt had his left nails torn off, left fingers cut, and his whole left hand cut off during the days he was imprisoned. The raiders used a fire poker to burn parts of his face time and time again, and he was on the verge of losing his sanity. He was beaten everyday, and if he were ‘lucky’ he would only get burnt once on his face. Everyday for Kurt was a living agony. One day, when he felt he could take it no longer, he remembered all the hardships he had been through as a child with his parents and his community. He remembered the past leader of his group who saved his life time and time again, and he felt that his life was no worthless. From that day, Kurt carefully planned his escape. After days of beatings by the raiders (they stopped torching him because he became exceptionally good at being a chair for their leader), Kurt managed to take a pistol from the raider leader’s side. With a fully loaded revolver, Kurt knew he only had one shot at escaping.
One day, when two raiders opened his cage for his daily beating, Kurt pulled out the stolen revolver, and shot the two raiders in their heads when they got too close. Other raiders, including the raider leader, heard the gunshot and came running to the cell. Soon Kurt was again outnumbered three to one, and he was not able to escape the firefight. When the last of his cover was gone, and he had felt that he was no more, he heard distant gunfire. He noticed some other faction, holding a bear with two heads as a flag, killing the remaining three raiders. After the screams and the gunfire subsided, the group of people came to his search the raider base. He played dead, not wanting to die when he had made it this far. After the group left the raider's base Kurt scavenged the hideout for ammo and gear, fashioning himself poncho-like cloak over his horrible scars, wearing a broken gas mask on his face and strapping on blue lab goggles on his eyes. With this he continues to travel north, unexpectedly coming to San Francisco while trying to find a way out of the hell he had been through.
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IGN: BONESKU11
Age: 17
Time you can dedicate: 1-2 hours a day
Why us?: The Akavir server that was hosted was very fun and exciting to role-play in, and because of the positive experience gained while playing on that server I knew that this new Fallout server will meet a lot of my high expectations.
Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples) To create a persona or a role in a specific world to act as that persona/role in that closed environment.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: When one’s character uses information that is not known by the character as a means of gaining an advantage/disadvantage, such as when one uses information posted OOCly on the forums for their IC character.
Define Power-gaming in your words: When one’s character forcefully controls the role-play in an unfair way, such as granting him/herself limitless power in an rp pvp situation, such as killing another player within one turn not giving the other player a chance to retaliate.
Did you join our website? Yes.
IC:
Name: Kurt Hale
Nickname: (Optional) N/a
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Appearance:
He is about 175cm, with a fairly built body; not too skinny yet not too big. Kurt had been tortured by a small raider group, and had lost his left hand. He had been burnt very badly on the left side of his body and face, and as a result most of his skin charred off like a ghoul. He wears a crude goggle and a gas mask that had been broken off around his face to hide his deformation so no one thinks badly of him. He wears a poncho-like cloak with a hood that covers most of his body, and under that he wears simple pants and shirt.
Personality: Kurt finds himself as a casualty of the horrible apocalypse. Because of the traumatic past he feels that the cruel world is his enemy. The only motivation for him to live is the act of challenging the dangers around him, coming to a conclusion that surviving and helping others survive is the ultimate goal. He despises his own deformed facial features, and so covers his face in public to not let other people see his scarred face. Because of this he considers himself an outcast and someone to be hated. Even though this occurs he does not despise people and instead would want to help more people. But Kurt still avoids long confrontations with other people because of how they may treat him. So in the end, he must conceal his identity, personality, and his facial features. In a community, he would want to stay in neutral grounds when conflict arises, but will quickly align himself with the winning team, his ultimate goal being survival. If given the choice, he will try to save as many lives as possible, even if abandoning a few in the process. He decides to not speak much, again feeling himself as an outcast. He prefers to fight with small arms in battles, such as pistols. Kurt, with his experience of extreme emotional and physical pain, makes it so he can withstand pain a little longer than a normal person.
In-game RP example: (Include dialogue)
It is the evening of a hot day. Kurt walks into a bar that used to be the remains of some office building.
*Kurt scans the area, looking for a place to sit at by the counter.*
*The bartender darts his eyes towards him* “Where you from stranger.” *He asks in a way to hit up a conversation*
*Kurt ignores the question, and instead says* “Whiskey”
*The Tender sighs and passes him a bottle*
*Kurt throws a few caps on the counter, the bartender swiping it up*
*The Tender asks again*”So stranger, where you from? Only folks come by here to go to San Fran, so you must’a come from somewhere troubled.” *He is leaning on the counter*
*Kurt says nothing again, and removes his broken breathing mask to take a sip of the whiskey, showing his partially burnt face*
*The Tender, seeing his burnt face, thinks of him as a ghoul*
*He jumps from the counter and shouts* “Didn’t you see the sign?! NO GHOULS.” *He is about to pull out his pistol from the side of his belt*
*Kurt is irritated* “I am no ghoul…” * He stands up from his seat and pulls out his pistol with from his belt as well*
The two both pull out their pistols at once, holding their pistols in each other’s faces*
*Kurt Removes his hood with his left stump, and throwing off his goggles with it as well, showing his burnt, charred, and scarred face.*
*Kurt in a menacing tone growls* “Do these scars look like a ghoul to you?!”
There is a moment of silence.
The two lower their pistols, both with a sigh: Kurt being irritated and the bartender feeling lucky that he did not have to die to some common filth.
*The tender slumps back to the counter looking at Kurt’s face*”Well, whatever it was you went through, don’t wanna know it.”
*Kurt stays silent, as he puts his goggles back on, sitting back down and sipping his whiskey.*
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs)
Kurt Hale was born in a small wasteland community, whom were all nomads that traveled around southern California. His family and community frequently moved from place to place, avoiding dangers and staying away from factions and cities. Therefore he had a troubled childhood, where he had no rest and felt as if he was always in danger. At the age of ten many of the people in his community were lost to the wastes, many killed by unknown factions or slaughtered by the wild animals. At this point of his life, Kurt felt that he needed to learn how to shoot so that he would not be dead weight to his community, and so slowly learned to use a pistol that he had once picked up from a fallen member. By the age of 20, his community was in shambles, his parents killed by a Radscorpion attack that occurred during the night. Their community leader, who had lead them so far, was killed soon after by feral ghouls when he thought it was safe of the group to hide under the sewers. Kurt, with his luck and protection by his leader, had lived this long, and so decided to lead the group with its handful of survivors.
He was able to live a peaceful life, as Kurt decided to establish a small settlement instead of moving about. The community flourished as the settlement brought newcomers into his small group. However, after two semi-peaceful years, some violent gang members heard of their settlement attacked their group. Even thought the gang consisted only of four people their firepower was too much, and sent the people of the settlement in a wild panic. Kurt had escaped from the destroyed settlement alone, presumed dead by everyone he once knew. He decided to walk north and to escape all the dreadful things that had occurred in his past. After several months of roaming, he was accosted by a group of raiders, which consisted of five people. First Kurt tried to fight them, but was easily outgunned and overpowered. He was shot in the leg, and couldn’t run. The raiders first thought of killing him, but their group's leader had plans for him.
Kurt had his left nails torn off, left fingers cut, and his whole left hand cut off during the days he was imprisoned. The raiders used a fire poker to burn parts of his left face time and time again, and he was on the verge of losing his sanity. He was beaten everyday, and if he were ‘lucky’ he would only get burnt once on his face. Everyday for Kurt was a living agony. One day, when he felt he could take it no longer, he remembered all the hardships he had been through as a child with his parents and his community. He remembered the past leader of his group who saved his life time and time again, and he felt that his life was no worthless. From that day, Kurt carefully planned his escape. After days of beatings by the raiders (they stopped torching him because he became exceptionally good at being a chair for their leader), Kurt managed to take a pistol from the raider leader’s side. With a fully loaded revolver, Kurt knew he only had one shot at escaping.
One day, when two raiders opened his cage for his daily beating, Kurt pulled out the stolen revolver, and shot the two raiders in their heads when they got too close. Other raiders, including the raider leader, heard the gunshot and came running to the cell. Soon Kurt was again outnumbered three to one, and he was not able to escape the firefight. When the last of his cover was gone, and he had felt that he was no more, he heard distant gunfire. He noticed some other faction, holding a bear with two heads as a flag, killing the remaining three raiders. After the screams and the gunfire subsided, the group of people came to his search the raider base. He played dead, not wanting to die when he had made it this far. After the group left the raider's base Kurt scavenged the hideout for ammo and gear, fashioning himself poncho-like cloak over his horrible scars, wearing a broken gas mask on his face and strapping on blue lab goggles on his eyes. With this he continues to travel north, unexpectedly coming to San Francisco while trying to find a way out of the hell he had been through.
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IC stands for In Character
OOC stands for Out Of Character
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IGN: BONESKU11
Age: 16
Why us?: I have heard from my friends that this server was a good roleplaying server
Have you "liked" our minecraftforum thread?: Not yet but soon
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?: Not yet but soon
Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples) to imitate characters in a closed environment
Define Meta-gaming in your words: To know information your character does not know, and using that information to your advantage.
Define Power-gaming in your words: To take advantage of a player through force by abusively roleplaying or pvping.
IC:
Name: Demachaerus Kreolez
Nickname: (Optional) Demache
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Race: Nord
Appearance: Pale skin, blue eyes, and iron bracers. Has blonde hair.
Personality: He is calm and patient. Unlike some of his companions, he can stay calm doing tedious labor, and can follow directions without hesitation. He does have internal conflicts when emotions take hold of him though.
In-game RP example: (Include dialog)
Demachaerus: I am in search for the place known as 'Akavir'.
Trader: I need money to speak up boy
Demachaerus already threw some coins at the trader before he could finish his sentence.
Demachaerus: ...'Akavir'?
Trader: heheh... you seem to know your postion, Nord. Come, I will explain.
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs. Also, explain how you came to be in Akavir.)
Demachaerus Kreolez worked as a lodger, cutting wood day and night. He never got tired of this mundane work, as he threw logs into the sawmill day after day. He had a wife and he was expecting children. His life was tedious, but his wife was the greatest thing that stopped him from choosing another life. However his wife died by a illness, for Demachaerus could not afford medicine with such simple life. Extremely saddened, Demachaerus cries over his wife and his child's death for weeks.
One day Demachaerus hears rumors about 'Akavir' when he was trotting around the village in grief. He heard from two men talking, that it was a place for a new beginning. Exhausted by the grief, Demachaerus came to his senses and set his goals on the shores of Akavir. He goes back to being a lodger for a few more months to make more money for the long trip. After months of tedious work and patience, Demachaerus concluded that he had enough coins for the trip to Akavir. He questioned trader to trader, searching for the ship that set sail to Akavir. Again after months of questioning, he finally made it to a ship that set sail from Tamriel to the mystical islands of Akavir, where his new journey begins.
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OOC
MC username: BONESKU11
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Country: Japan
Roleplaying Experience: Played on a few RP servers, and have played rp games as well.
We are not going to ask if you read the lore/rules, but you risk ban if you don’t.
Give an example of Meta-gaming: Using information via skype from a chat that you you should not be knowing.
Give an example of Power-gaming: Using 'special powers' to disable another player.
What specifically do you like about this server compared to other RP servers? Player feedback is more valued
Do you have any questions? No.
IC (the more detail, the better)
Character Name: The_Breathless (Amori Kreolz)
Gender: Male
Age: 37
Race: Skulsfjor
Class: Heavy
Profession(s): Lumber Jack
Physical Description: His body is dark with the scars of his severe injuries from fires. He wears an crude respirator on his face and carries a huge bronze tank that cycles steam and oxygen into his lungs. His body is buff that most men, and can take heavy damage before falling.
Attire (clothing): Wears a modified version of the Black Razor armor, which is more heavier and harder to break. He also wears a respirator and a bronze tank on his back; his weakness.
Personality: He used to be a librarian, therefore is intelligent and wiser than most men. He is very loyal to his king for saving his life.
Backstory:
Amori Kreolz was born in a poor family that owed great amounts of debt. At around the age of 18, Amori was given a chance to prove his glory by playing in matches held by the Skulsfjor officials. He was favored greatly by the king during these battles, and Amori was honored to serve under him. After conquering the nine arenas of the nine holds, Amori's career ended at the age of 30, after being severely wounded on his left leg and forced to leave the games. People thought that he were to never recover.
During his retirement, he was able to pay off his family's debts. He soon came in need of a job, and therefore chose to be a librarian. After being a librarian for 5 years, Amori came to appreciate knowledge and wisdom. However, the great library was burnt down by skusfjor rebels. During the great fires Amori was enraged to see the books he studied burned before his eyes. He went on a rampage, ripping apart rebels with his bare hands. While doing this, he caughton fire and burned alive. Amori screamed as he ripped the meats of his enemies, and faded out into the blackness.
When he woke he breathed through a crude steal mask attached to a bronze tank on his back. His body was recovered by the king and 'brought back to life'. After losing everything he had, Amori changed his name to The Breathless and served the man that had saved his life and admired for his life; his king.
Aspiration: (What is your character’s goal, their cause, their purpose in this new start?) By following his fellow Black Razors to Avitus, he vows to help his king create a new beginning for the Skulsfjor, and die trying.
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IGN(In Game Name): BONESKU11
Roleplaying experience(Have you ever played on Minecraft Roleplay Servers before?Or have you played games like Skyrim, etc): Yes. I played on other Roleplaying servers.
Age ( Please do not lie It won’t make you better): 16
Country/ Time zone: Japan time
Did anyone tell you about this? ( Please give us his MC IGN ) Most of the admins and mods are good internet buds.
Why do you want to join us? ( Please be a bit detailed): I recently got sucked back into watching all the Lord Of The Rings movies. Its gonna be fun to roleplay in that setting.
IF you could choose a character from the list in the post, who would you want to be and why?: Sauron, for my past rp experiences playing as a dark lord.
Time you can give to this server(Everyday, or per week):Friday, Saturday, Sunday
Have you read the rules?: Yes, Frodo
Name(Please give your Character a name that fits with your race) : Barnog
Race(Go see the race section higher up. And is he a man or a woman): Male Savage Orc
Age(Is he a child, a teen, a father\mother or an elder?): About the age of a middle-aged human.
Character Backstory( What happened to your character? Were his parents slaughtered and he grew up in the streets or did he learn at the the College of Winterhold? Maybe he was part of a group of deadly assassins who got paid to do some one's dirty work.Or maybe he was just a peaceful farmer minding his own business when suddenly his familly was kidnapped and he was left to die in his burning farm.You decide what happened to him and please be very descriptive. It should be more then 50 words): Barnog was born to solely serve all by the influence of the dark lords. He is passionately devoted to making his own miserable life something useful to the greater picture of evil. He was trained since he was young to fight against good with much aggression. He hates the concept of just and fair, and he wishes to rid of it by aiding the Dark lords.
Personality traits(What is your character like?Is he a charming young man or dark and mysterious person?Maybe he is just a loyal man looking for work and wanting to start a family .Would he help some one that was about to die or let them die? Is he cold and cruel? Once again please be very descriptive. Just make a short paragraph) : Barnog is your typical aggressive orc that hates humans, elves, and any race that stand for good and justice. He will sacrifice himself for higher ranked officials to live, and he does not fear of being used as canon fodder. He does not care for other people that work around him, and will try to prove his strength superior to his own piers.
Physical description or image of skin?( Does he have any facial hairs? What does he wear like clothes and why? Was it given to him by his father or did he craft it himself? Please not too long, just short and sweet)Please put a picture of your skin.: He will be a green orc, with not much clothing on for his savagery.
What is he/she good at? (Examples: Sword fighting, blacksmithing, using a bow, etc) He had only used a sword to fight and train with, and therefore he likes to use swords.
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