OOC:
IGN:Brickman59
Age:13(That's right,I'm now one year older and still alot more mature then others my age.)
What RolePlay experience do you have?:HoG,Akavir I, and some others I can't remember.
Define Meta-gaming in your words:Metagaming is the act of finding out something outside of the RP in something such as OOC chat and acting upon it in the RP.
EX:Bill tells Ted about how he was killed by Joe in OOC chat.Ted wants to avenge Bill and decides to kill Joe.Ted goes into the RP with his knowledge from OOC chat and kills Joe,causing an act of metagaming to occur.
Define Power-gaming in your words:Powergaming is the act of having an unfair ability or giving another player an unfair disadvantage in a situation (usually involving combat) that makes it so that the other player has no chance of victory.
EX1:Bob finds himself in a fight with Ted.Bob then instantly delivers a killing blow to Ted,ending his life.
EX2:Bob is trying to tie Sue up.Sue resists,but Bob ties her up without noting that Sue tried to prevent herself from being tied up at all.
Define God-Modding in your words:God-modding is where you assume the role of a god in an rp and try to dictate the story and what happens for your own enjoyment.
**In Character**
Name:John Momix
Nickname: John,or for a code name "Fisherman"
Age:25
Gender:male
Appearance:John weighs at 170 lb,and is 6"3.He wears a weathered-dirty white t-shirt with an old green coarse jacket over it, as well as dark grey jeans and black hiking boots.He has a medium-strong body build from lifting crates of fish when the Conveyor Cart didn't work,which happened regularly due to the abundance of water spills and rain.
Personality:John is a mediocre-tempered man,and in a choice between a group and his lonesome,he will choose his lonesome due to how his co-workers used to treat him.He seems like a stubborn ass when you first meet him,but crack open that outer shell of mistrust and he'll treat you like silver.
In-game RP example: It was another day on these wretched docks.The Conveyor cart went from place to place lifting and putting crates off and on boats,and did so at a slow pace.John was sitting on a pile of molding planks while having his lunch break,until a large "CA-THUNK" noise resonated throughout the docks."Damn cart is dead again,time to quit slackin' and work John!" His co-worker and enemy Bill shouted.
"I'm getting to it,be patient!" John yelled back as he packed up his remaining lunch in the paper bag it was packed in.He then went over to the crates and started lifting crates of fish one at a time onto the nearest boat while Bill tried to fix the cart.All Bill was really doing though was pretending to check it out,trying to take as much time as possible so John could do all the work.John sighed and muttered a cuss word as he continued to work the rest of the day until the cart was fixed.
Background: John had worked in the docking industry the first couple years before Fallout struck.He worked at a dock in Daly City,the city right below good ole' San Fran'.When his useless co-workers abandoned him before hell broke loose,John managed to survive on his lonesome the following years,developing a distrust in those aside from him.When the nuclear radiation subsided and John was able to leave his cover,He spent the next few months gathering and looting food and supplies,but he was starting to run out.Going on one last supply run he gathered all of his belongings in a sack and headed for the next nearest city,San Francisco.On they way over there,however,he was stopped at the bridge crossing by some bandits.As the Bandits approached him John got off his bike and tossed it at one of the bandits,causing them to pull out their guns and open fire.The first few bullets grazed John in non-vital parts like arms and legs,but he was able to return some fire once he took cover behind the remains of an old car.Firing a pistol at the three bandits he was able to down one of them,but then he ran out of ammo.Going for a plan B and pulling out a kitchen knife,John charged the second bandit that was trying to bypass his cover and attempted to stab him.
He was succesful,but the last bandit was able to get a few shots into his legs,effectively crippling him from the long session of pain.The bandit then knocked John out with a wooden bat and when John woke up,he was in an old car feeling disoriented and missing his belongings.John proceeded to rip apart one of the cleaner looking seatbelts and use it as banadages for his more major wounds as he then proceeded to exit the car.When he got out.He saw he was a little further down the bridge from where he was mugged,and he continued on his way empty handed.An hour later he finally saw the sign half-embedded into the ground saying "WELCOME TO SAN FRANCISCO" in large bold letters.
OOC:
IGN:Brickman59
Age:13(That's right,I'm now one year older and still alot more mature then others my age.)
What RolePlay experience do you have, other than Akavir?:HoG,and some others I can't remember.
Define Meta-gaming in your words:Metagaming is the act of finding out something outside of the RP in something such as OOC chat and acting upon it in the RP.
EX:Bill tells Ted about how he was killed by Joe in OOC chat.Ted wants to avenge Bill and decides to kill Joe.Ted goes into the RP with his knowledge from OOC chat and kills Joe,causing an act of metagaming to occur.
Define Power-gaming in your words:Powergaming is the act of having an unfair ability or giving another player an unfair disadvantage in a situation (usually involving combat) that makes it so that the other player has no chance of victory.
EX1:Bob finds himself in a fight with Ted.Bob then instantly delivers a killing blow to Ted,ending his life.
EX2:Bob is trying to tie Sue up.Sue resists,but Bob ties her up without noting that Sue tried to prevent herself from being tied up at all.
Define God-Modding in your words:God-modding is where you assume the role of a god in an rp and try to dictate the story and what happens for your own enjoyment.
IC:
Name:Valeran
Nickname:N/A
Age:26(Assuming the gap between Akavir and Akavir II is two years)
Gender:Male
Race:Nord,Human
Appearance:Valeran is a Caucasian 190 lb man has a white buttoned undershirt. He wears extremely dark grey commoner trousers and black boots that an commoner would also wear.He has a medium body build due to him pulling away from the Aristocratic lifestyle when he was 13,giving him time to train himself physically when he sneaked away from his home periodically.He is starting to grow a beard and lost his family coat to the flood,leaving only the emblem of his family on the back of his old shirt.
Personality:Valeran was a pampered son of on Aristocratic family till he was 13,and only learned about some of the real worlds' dangers through book. Valeran is extremely intelligent as he was taught greatly during his time when he fully embraced the Aristocratic life-style.This used to make him very polite and knightly,but the "apocalypse" changed that.Valeran has been scarred by the ways he's had to survive and he's lost most of his ettiquette.
Example of in-game RP conflict between two characters:Valeran stared hungrily into the sky,wishing he had eaten more or brought some food up onto this damned cathedral top.His aquaintance,Mark,had been surviving up here with him for about a day after the floods now,and the two were starving."I hope things start to settle so fish can come..."Mark said,imagining a hearty fish in his stomache. "The fish and wildlife won't start to swim over here until atleast a week is over.We'll starve before then." Valeran stated in a hopeless tone. "It's better to hope then to not hope,man" Mark said to Valeran as he got up and arched over the stone steeple in at the front of the roof.Suddenly,Valeran got a very twisted,but very hopeful idea.If he could kill Mark,he could last off of Mark and filtering the water until the next week! Valeran got up quietly,and tried to sneak up behind Mark,but he turned around at the last second. "Vale?" Mark questioned oddly before Valeran started to attempt to bash his head into the steeple.Mark resisted quite alot but the more times he hit the steeple the less he resisted,until he finall dropped dead,the steeple covered in a goey,bloody,mess.Valeran then snapped a little inside his head from that moment on."I...I did it to survive...for survival!" He said to himself as he started to question his morals,knowing now his food supply was seccure for now.
Background: Valeran recalls his time before Akavir while resting on the Valguard Church roof:
Valeran was an adventurous boy born into a wealthy aristocratic family,which led to him having a pampered life style until the age of 13,where hormones started to have an effect on him and he strayed away from the elegant life style of the nobleman and started to play with the town children from the lower class, occasionally bringing a Septim or two with him so he and his poor friends could buy a sweet roll.One day Valeran saw a group of knights practicing in a court,and was greatly intrigued by their system of training and their style. Valeran spent the next year gathering components for a makeshift wooden sword whilst out with his lower class friends. Valeran was able to avoid being caught by his caretakers when he sneaked out like this,but one day at 16 years of age,Valeran and his friends were attacked by a wild wolf. The wolf had strayed into the lower class section of the town they were in,causing it to eventually cross paths with Val and his friends on night. The wolf leaped for one of his friends and successfully pounced onto the boy,and was about to make a meal out of his face when Valeran pulled out his recently finished wooden sword and attempted to slug the wolf in the head with it. The wolf let out a howl of pain,and aggressively got off the boy and took a swipe at Valeran. Valeran block with his wooden sword,but his wooden sword was decimated by the wolf's claws. Valeran then resorted to trying to wrestle with the wolf,but really only ended up making the wolf thrash about on the ground howling until a town guard came and was able to actually kill the wolf.The guard recognized Valeran as one of the Aristocrats' sons and promptly took him back to his home,giving away to his friends that he was not one of them.The day after Val was banned from leaving the Aristocratic section of town,and was put on a more stricter Aristocratic teaching schedule. Valeran put up with this punishment for six years,in which he enrolled into a Knight class and practiced the basic elements of being a Knight,such as manners and how to efficiently use a blade(Short,medium,and great).This allowed him to train his body and not just his mind,which would help him when he finally decided to run away from his Aristocratic life.
Valeran wanted to run away,but he had no plan of doing so.He pondered about this for a week until he recalled a place called Akavir which he learnt of in one World History tome.In order to get there he would need a boat,so he asked his parents for a course in ship navigation. His parents granted him the course,and when the time came,he took the boat and tried to sail away,which failed terribly as he was intercepted by pirates not even a quarter of the way there. The pirates took his regal training ship as a treasure ship and jailed him in their own ship as they proceeded to sail away,until one stormy night Valeran felt water seeping through the boards of his cell walls. Valeran was confused,until the wall gave in and a giant surge of water poured in. Valeran,trained in how to swim during his childhood,quickly swam through the hole and up to get air, and found that a terrible storm raged on. As Valeran climbed up onto the deck he was swept off of his feet as a the ship suddenly crashed into what looked like a rock.Debris flied everywhere as Valeran tried to find something to hold on to. Valeran ended up grabbing onto a half broken barrel for dear life as the ship started to plunge down into the depths of the water,leaving just the debris on the sunken parts. Valeran ended up getting his by a descending board of wood of the main ship,knocking him out atop his half broken barrel.When he woke up he found himself against the board of what would be a dock,his barrel missing as well as any of the few possessions he had on him. When he got up he saw a town,and lush wildlife around."Could this be Akavir?" Valeran thought to himself as he got up and brushed the dirt off of his drenched,muddy body.
How your character survived Akavir: Waking up from the memories,Valeran tries to recall how this land of oppurtunity went down under:
It was another dreary day at the pub in Valguard.Valeran had started to lose faith in his adventuring as the money had come to a halt,and he had nothing else to do then to drink his problems out,whether it be in tea,beer,or the very rare skooma blunt.He had been restless for the past few nights,worried about the future might hold,but when the disaster struck,he knew had had been worrying about the wrong things this entire time.As the waters started to flood Valguard,Mark broke off one of the tables from the bar and used it as a life raft,riding it from one elevation of rooftops to the other.He eventually came across another person named Mark,who joined him as they floated higher and higher until the flooding stopped rising.They were stranded on the roof of the Cathedral,and had no food and nothing to live for.It was only a day after the flooding that Valeran,in a desperate act of survival,bashed the brains in of his new friend with the church steeple and lived off him and filtering water for the next week.Valeran lost most of his valour,and it's safe to say he's more focused on survival then he was before.When the first week was over the fish and other animals started to come,so using his family cloak as a fishing net Valeran started to catch fish.
Valeran snaps out of his second flashback,and sighs.Why did this have to happen?
The Application IGN:Brickman59
Age:13
Time Zone:Central Time(U.S and Canada)
Skype Name:Brickbuilder70
How long have you been playing:All the way back to the update before beds.
Rate Yourself (1-10)
PvP: 5,depends on equipment and tactics.
Building:4
Leadership:8,as long as my employees are mature.
Gathering:9,I can mine on for hours.
How active can you be:From Sunrise to sunset a majority of the summer.
Hey,how do you get a command block,and what are the command to make it say something and take something away? I'm trying to make it so that the people who captured you can talk without signs (like what you did in The City of Love) and have you break out of your cell in the building's cellar by breaking a melon with a wood fork(sword) that they give.
Hi,I have a question that wasn't answered in your FAQ.What if I plan to use a "fake-top" scheme,but with something such as a divided template? Is it ok for me to make it something like you're abducted by a white van and end up in an abandoned warehouse that would be the upper half of the two divided parts? Sorry for the late question,I just saw your entire series and I feel this would be a great way for me to get my feet wet for good building in minecraft.
OOC: IGN: Brickman59 Age:12 Why us?: I'm already part of the server. Have you "liked" this thread?:I believe so. Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?:Not yet. Did you join our forum?:I did when I first joined Define Role-Playing in your words: Role-playing is the act of pretending to be something else,whether that something else be a talking dragon or a brave knight. Define Meta-gaming in your words:Meta-gaming is the act of knowing something IC that you found out OOC. An example would be of someone finding out in-game that they're going to be assassinated by being told on Skype. Define Power-gaming in your words: Power gaming is the act of doing something that doesn't give the other person a chance to react or making yourself OP. This can range from something as small as dodging every attack someone throws at you or something large such as pulling out a nuke and blowing up Septima.
IC: Name: Valeran Nickname:Val,or Valour. Age:24 Gender:Male Race: Nord Appearance: Valeran is a Caucasian 210 lb man has a white buttoned undershirt with a red cloak styled suit over it that has a symbol of his aristocratic family on the back. He wears extremely dark grey commoner trousers and black boots that an commoner would also wear.He has a medium body build due to him pulling away from the Aristocratic lifestyle when he was 13,giving him time to train himself physically when he sneaked away from his home periodically. Personality: Valeran was a pampered son of on Aristocratic family till he was 13,and only learned about some of the real worlds' dangers through book. Valeran is extremely intelligent as he was taught greatly during his time when he fully embraced the Aristocratic life-style.This also makes him very polite and Knightly,which made his associates in Skyrim call him Val or Valour(The British term for Valor) In-game RP example: Billy threw Susan to the ground in a bloodthirsty rage. "This is for separating me and my goat!" He screamed as he attempted to plunge a great sword into his Susan. Susan quickly rolled to the right however,avoiding being dismembered in half."I didn't separate you and and your goat,that was your own doing!" Susan yelled at him defensively,backing away from the madman who had found his disarmed prey. Billy however,not believing this,went for a wide sweep with his great sword which Susan failed to dodge,cleaving her upper body right off of his legs. "This is for my sweet goat,who is now gone!" Billy yelled manically as he had finally hunted down and killed the goat thief,a test of skill that took several decades to accomplish. Background: Valeran was an adventurous boy born into a wealthy aristocratic family,which led to him having a pampered life style until the age of 13,where hormones started to have an effect on him and he strayed away from the elegant life style of the nobleman and started to play with the town children from the lower class, occasionally bringing a Septim or two with him so he and his poor friends could buy a sweet roll.One day Valeran saw a group of knights practicing in a court,and was greatly intrigued by their system of training and their style. Valeran spent the next year gathering components for a makeshift wooden sword whilst out with his lower class friends. Valeran was able to avoid being caught by his caretakers when he sneaked out like this,but one day at 16 years of age,Valeran and his friends were attacked by a wild wolf. The wolf had strayed into the lower class section of the town they were in,causing it to eventually cross paths with Val and his friends on night. The wolf leaped for one of his friends and successfully pounced onto the boy,and was about to make a meal out of his face when Valeran pulled out his recently finished wooden sword and attempted to slug the wolf in the head with it. The wolf let out a howl of pain,and aggressively got off the boy and took a swipe at Valeran. Valeran block with his wooden sword,but his wooden sword was decimated by the wolf's claws. Valeran then resorted to trying to wrestle with the wolf,but really only ended up making the wolf thrash about on the ground howling until a town guard came and was able to actually kill the wolf.The guard recognized Valeran as one of the Aristocrats' sons and promptly took him back to his home,giving away to his friends that he was not one of them.The day after Val was banned from leaving the Aristocratic section of town,and was put on a more stricter Aristocratic teaching schedule. Valeran put up with this punishment for six years,in which he enrolled into a Knight class and practiced the basic elements of being a Knight,such as manners and how to efficiently use a blade(Short,medium,and great).This allowed him to train his body and not just his mind,which would help him when he finally decided to run away from his Aristocratic life.
Valeran wanted to run away,but he had no plan of doing so.He pondered about this for a week until he recalled a place called Akavir which he learnt of in one World History tome.In order to get there he would need a boat,so he asked his parents for a course in ship navigation. His parents granted him the course,and when the time came,he took the boat and tried to sail away,which failed terribly as he was intercepted by pirates not even a quarter of the way there. The pirates took his regal training ship as a treasure ship and jailed him in their own ship as they proceeded to sail away,until one stormy night Valeran felt water seeping through the boards of his cell walls. Valeran was confused,until the wall gave in and a giant surge of water poured in. Valeran,trained in how to swim during his childhood,quickly swam through the hole and up to get air, and found that a terrible storm raged on. As Valeran climbed up onto the deck he was swept off of his feet as a the ship suddenly crashed into what looked like a rock.Debris flied everywhere as Valeran tried to find something to hold on to. Valeran ended up grabbing onto a half broken barrel for dear life as the ship started to plunge down into the depths of the water,leaving just the debris on the sunken parts. Valeran ended up getting his by a descending board of wood of the main ship,knocking him out atop his half broken barrel.When he woke up he found himself against the board of what would be a dock,his barrel missing as well as any of the few possessions he had on him. When he got up he saw a town,and lush wildlife around."Could this be Akavir?" Valeran thought to himself as he got up and brushed the dirt off of his drenched,muddy body.
Where are you guys,the mods,getting these apps from? Correct me if I'm wrong but I son't see most of those apps on this page. Are they from the last page?
OOC:
IGN: Brickman59
Age:12
Why us?: I'm already part of the server.
Have you "liked" this thread?:I believe so.
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?:Not yet.
Did you join our forum?:I did when I first joined
Define Role-Playing in your words: Role-playing is the act of pretending to be something else,whether that something else be a talking dragon or a brave knight.
Define Meta-gaming in your words:Meta-gaming is the act of knowing something IC that you found out OOC. An example would be of someone finding out in-game that they're going to be assassinated by being told on Skype.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Power gaming is the act of doing something that doesn't give the other person a chance to react or making yourself OP. This can range from something as small as dodging every attack someone throws at you or something large such as pulling out a nuke and blowing up Septima.
IC:
Name: Laghro Peterson
Nickname: Laghro
Age:42
Gender:Male
Race: Nord
Appearance: Laghros is a light skinned, Caucasian nord with a medium large muscle build due to his time of banditry,and weighs at around 260 lb. He doesn't show much of his body,but it is dressed in a light chain-mail not armor] with a yellow tunic over it,with a matching mask to cover his face so his son won't recognize him.
Personality: Laghro is a semi-insane man who will always have ulterior motives for most things in life since the separation from his wife whom acted as his link to all good and holy.He also has a grown hatred for his son,Mark Peterson,as he blames him for the separation between him and his wife.He is deceptive,and can pack a punch,as well as packing a deep,gruff voice.His years of banditry have taught him to trust little to no one but allies,and he lives by a code similar to that of a Black Knight [Credit to the person who made the villian guide,forgot his name.]
In-game RP example: Laghro threw Mark to the ground in a bloodthirsty rage. "This is for separating me and my one and only!" He screamed as he attempted to plunge a great sword into his son,Mark. Mark quickly rolled to the right however,avoiding being dismembered in half."I didn't separate you and mom,that was your own doing!" Mark yelled at him defensively,backing away from the madman who had found his disarmed prey. Laghro however,not believing this,went for a wide sweep with his great sword which Mark failed to dodge,cleaving his upper body right off of his legs. "This is for my sweet,who is now gone!" Laghro yelled manically as he had finally hunted down and killed his son,a test of skill that took several decades to accomplish.
Background: Laghros Peterson was,as a child,a wealthy man due to wealthy parents that treated him with kindness and respect. Laghros,however dismissed this kindness and respect and treated others with hatred and deceptiveness,due to being spoiled by his parents. This lasted for the majority of his childhood and his teen years,until the age of 14 his parents where so ashamed of him they had to cast him out,lest they ruin their standing among the other Noblemen and Women.There Laghros lived a crime life for 8 years,mugging passerby by luring them into shady areas and robbing them at sword-point. He worked with a small gang as vice commander for half of the time,but they eventually fell when Laghros slaughtered the leader,who was asleep, due to a pay-cut.
During the last year of crime he robbed a particularly poor damsel,who after a while of talking him down,had successfully dulled down Laghros' rage induced crime life. Laghros decided to get to know the woman better,and two years afterwards they got married.The following decade was a peaceful one for Laghros,who had started living on the other side of the law.He and his spouse,Marissa,had started to raise a child named Mark [The same as Mark Peterson],who turned out to be a large drain on their already small pool of money. Near the end of those 10 peaceful years,they had to send Mark out (Who was around 10 at the time) to the life of a Orphan and left him to fend for himself. Stricken with poverty and heart-brokenness, Marissa blamed Laghros for them running short on money and left him at the age of 35,leaving Laghros in a depressed,poor,and confused state for a year. When he was 36 however,he finally decided that his son,Mark,was the cause of them separating. This made Laghros despise his son,and want to bring his downfall.
The following 6 years,Laghros went on a man hunt for Mark. He first searched in their hometown,and when he had found out he had become a nomad,he angrilyly went from city to city looking for him. Laghros almost gave up when he heard of a raggedy nomad boarding with two other men to go to a place called Akavir. This caused Laghros to pool in all his remaining funds to buy a boat,but alas that was not enough. He then resorted to selling everything he owned to buy the boat,and started the long trip to Akavir that would last several months. After Laghros arrived he stepped off of the boat,calmed by how he had accomplished another step into finding his "evil" son.
DISCLAIMER:This character is in no way,shape,or form a revenge character,and will never actually know what is currently happening to Mark,my other character and his son. In-fact Laghros is the opposite of a revenge character,as he wants to see Mark dead.I also only need approval,not whitelisting.
OOC
In game name: UofMTigerFan
Age: 16
Gender: I am of the male gender
Country or timezone: United States of 'Murrica, Central Time Zone
Have you played any fallout Game? Which one: I have played Fallout, Fallout 2, Fallout 3, and Fallout New Vegas. My time on New Vegas is in the surplus of 500 hours.
Why do you want to play on this server?: I am a mere refugee from the fall of Sins of Our Fathers and I desperately wish to do more Fallout RP. A friend from SoOF, Tylermcgee, has brought me here for some Fallout post-apocalyptia.
Have you read the rules?: That I have~
Have you read the lore?: I have read the lore, it is based in the Dog City of Denver, a land that is, by it's name, filled with dogs.
IC
Early note, I am having a character that I played on SoOF here on Reclamation, he will have moved from where he originally was to Denver.
Name: Jacob Linder, goes by Revelation
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Character's signifying traits, include appearance as well: Brown hair, beard, blue eyes, good muscle tone, two broken revolvers, and a red, white, and black set of robes he had found in a destroyed church back in Utah.
RP example (At LEAST a paragraph):
Revelation walks along a dusty and cracked road, hood raised up to shield his eyes from the scorching sun. He passes by what looks like an abandoned gas station, tables overturned and windows smashed out, scrap metal covering some of the windows. There is some movement inside the gas station, causing Revelation to hide behind the husk of a car, a dried skeleton inside the car. Revelation opens the door of the car carefully and reaches inside, finding a 9mm pistol with two clips and a small switchblade. He holds the switchblade in his left hand and the 9mm in his right. He peers over the hood of the car carefully and he sees a single raider with a baseball bat, calling out for Revelation. "C'mon boy! I'm huuuuungry and you look delicious! Hahaha!" Revelation carefully takes aim at the man's torso and fires a single round, the round landing and making the raider tumble to the ground, bleeding out and crying in pain, shortly dying whilst his two companions come out from the gas station, one wielding a 10mm SMG and another wielding a .308 hunting rifle in poor condition. Revelation ducks down behind the car once again as the one with the 10mm SMG begins to spray in his direction, the one with the hunting rifle getting behind cover. Once the raider that is shooting the 10mm runs out of ammo, Revelation looks up and fires two quick rounds at him, both landing into his chest, making him fall to the ground, crying out in pain, the one with the hunting rifle sending a single round at Revelation, it hitting his right shoulder, making him drop the 9mm. He starts to run to the diner, during that time the raider misses his second shot. Revelation enters the diner and starts to rush the raider, who drops his rifle and draws his kitchen knife. Revelation rams his shoulder into the raider, sending him against one of the many diner seats. Revelation then lifts up his switchblade to stab into his face, but the raider slashes his leg, causing him to grunt and grab the raider's wrist and force the blade into the raider's chest. He then lifts the the switchblade up into the air and drives it down swiftly into the raider's skull, leaving the blade there as he begins to walk away, holding his shoulder. He searches through the loot the raiders have, finding two syringes of Med-x and a single stimpack. He jabs all of the drugs into his arm, releasing their chemicals into his body as he holds his shoulder, starting to walk along the road once again.
Character biography (At LEAST 2 paragraphs): (Since you don't know a lot yet, for now you can just make this not to long, about how you got to the area and your life up until that point)
Jacob Linder was born to Britt and Linda Linder in a small, ruined house in the outer areas of New Vegas. His father, Britt, was a heavy drinker and gambler, spending every cap Linda and Jacob earned to further his horrible gambling career. He beat Linda and Revelation whenever one of them did not bring in enough scrap for the few caps the merchants would give him, knowing he was gullible. One day when Jacob was scavenging near an old church, he found a book that had been nearly entirely destroyed, a cross on the front of it. He opened the book and after removing all pages deemed not legible, he had only one of the books that was whole, the book of Revelation. During the rest of his childhood, he read what he could of that book, learning of God and eventually becoming a Christian, the book keeping his anger for his father in check.
One day, when Linda was receiving a particularly brutal beating, Jacob had seen too much. He took his father's revolvers and came up to him as he was beating his poor, defenseless mother, pressing both the barrels to his back and pulling the triggers, the rounds going into his lungs, killing him. His father fell to the ground in a pool of blood, screaming curses to the two until the life left him. Expecting his mother to be angry, the newly created Revelation began to walk away, head down, but his mother was not angry. She hugged him from behind and they cried together, finally able to let out their sorrows.
The two left the Mojave swiftly, heading to the state of Utah. There, Revelation joined many merc groups, serving them as a guard or as a skirmisher whenever battling raiders. He kept his father's revolvers, them being his primary weapons in fights. They held a lot of meaning to him and he kept them in good repair. One day on a job gone bad, Revelation had both his hands smashed by a sledgehammer and the revolvers broken. He still kept the revolvers, managing to get out of the ruined Salt Lake City with his life. Once he returned home with the revolvers, he had found that his mother had passed away in her sleep, painlessly. Distraught by this, Revelation decided it was time for him to leave, severing all ties and heading to the city of Denver where he hopes he can find some meaning in his life once again, only one person on his mind as he left. A love interest he had left back in Utah, an assassin by the name of Aidia. It was too late though, for he was already gone, past life behind him.
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IGN:Brickman59
Age:13(That's right,I'm now one year older and still alot more mature then others my age.)
What RolePlay experience do you have?:HoG,Akavir I, and some others I can't remember.
Define Meta-gaming in your words:Metagaming is the act of finding out something outside of the RP in something such as OOC chat and acting upon it in the RP.
EX:Bill tells Ted about how he was killed by Joe in OOC chat.Ted wants to avenge Bill and decides to kill Joe.Ted goes into the RP with his knowledge from OOC chat and kills Joe,causing an act of metagaming to occur.
Define Power-gaming in your words:Powergaming is the act of having an unfair ability or giving another player an unfair disadvantage in a situation (usually involving combat) that makes it so that the other player has no chance of victory.
EX1:Bob finds himself in a fight with Ted.Bob then instantly delivers a killing blow to Ted,ending his life.
EX2:Bob is trying to tie Sue up.Sue resists,but Bob ties her up without noting that Sue tried to prevent herself from being tied up at all.
Define God-Modding in your words:God-modding is where you assume the role of a god in an rp and try to dictate the story and what happens for your own enjoyment.
**In Character**
Name:John Momix
Nickname: John,or for a code name "Fisherman"
Age:25
Gender:male
Appearance:John weighs at 170 lb,and is 6"3.He wears a weathered-dirty white t-shirt with an old green coarse jacket over it, as well as dark grey jeans and black hiking boots.He has a medium-strong body build from lifting crates of fish when the Conveyor Cart didn't work,which happened regularly due to the abundance of water spills and rain.
Personality:John is a mediocre-tempered man,and in a choice between a group and his lonesome,he will choose his lonesome due to how his co-workers used to treat him.He seems like a stubborn ass when you first meet him,but crack open that outer shell of mistrust and he'll treat you like silver.
In-game RP example: It was another day on these wretched docks.The Conveyor cart went from place to place lifting and putting crates off and on boats,and did so at a slow pace.John was sitting on a pile of molding planks while having his lunch break,until a large "CA-THUNK" noise resonated throughout the docks."Damn cart is dead again,time to quit slackin' and work John!" His co-worker and enemy Bill shouted.
"I'm getting to it,be patient!" John yelled back as he packed up his remaining lunch in the paper bag it was packed in.He then went over to the crates and started lifting crates of fish one at a time onto the nearest boat while Bill tried to fix the cart.All Bill was really doing though was pretending to check it out,trying to take as much time as possible so John could do all the work.John sighed and muttered a cuss word as he continued to work the rest of the day until the cart was fixed.
Background: John had worked in the docking industry the first couple years before Fallout struck.He worked at a dock in Daly City,the city right below good ole' San Fran'.When his useless co-workers abandoned him before hell broke loose,John managed to survive on his lonesome the following years,developing a distrust in those aside from him.When the nuclear radiation subsided and John was able to leave his cover,He spent the next few months gathering and looting food and supplies,but he was starting to run out.Going on one last supply run he gathered all of his belongings in a sack and headed for the next nearest city,San Francisco.On they way over there,however,he was stopped at the bridge crossing by some bandits.As the Bandits approached him John got off his bike and tossed it at one of the bandits,causing them to pull out their guns and open fire.The first few bullets grazed John in non-vital parts like arms and legs,but he was able to return some fire once he took cover behind the remains of an old car.Firing a pistol at the three bandits he was able to down one of them,but then he ran out of ammo.Going for a plan B and pulling out a kitchen knife,John charged the second bandit that was trying to bypass his cover and attempted to stab him.
He was succesful,but the last bandit was able to get a few shots into his legs,effectively crippling him from the long session of pain.The bandit then knocked John out with a wooden bat and when John woke up,he was in an old car feeling disoriented and missing his belongings.John proceeded to rip apart one of the cleaner looking seatbelts and use it as banadages for his more major wounds as he then proceeded to exit the car.When he got out.He saw he was a little further down the bridge from where he was mugged,and he continued on his way empty handed.An hour later he finally saw the sign half-embedded into the ground saying "WELCOME TO SAN FRANCISCO" in large bold letters.
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IGN:Brickman59
Age:13(That's right,I'm now one year older and still alot more mature then others my age.)
What RolePlay experience do you have, other than Akavir?:HoG,and some others I can't remember.
Define Meta-gaming in your words:Metagaming is the act of finding out something outside of the RP in something such as OOC chat and acting upon it in the RP.
EX:Bill tells Ted about how he was killed by Joe in OOC chat.Ted wants to avenge Bill and decides to kill Joe.Ted goes into the RP with his knowledge from OOC chat and kills Joe,causing an act of metagaming to occur.
Define Power-gaming in your words:Powergaming is the act of having an unfair ability or giving another player an unfair disadvantage in a situation (usually involving combat) that makes it so that the other player has no chance of victory.
EX1:Bob finds himself in a fight with Ted.Bob then instantly delivers a killing blow to Ted,ending his life.
EX2:Bob is trying to tie Sue up.Sue resists,but Bob ties her up without noting that Sue tried to prevent herself from being tied up at all.
Define God-Modding in your words:God-modding is where you assume the role of a god in an rp and try to dictate the story and what happens for your own enjoyment.
IC:
Name:Valeran
Nickname:N/A
Age:26(Assuming the gap between Akavir and Akavir II is two years)
Gender:Male
Race:Nord,Human
Appearance:Valeran is a Caucasian 190 lb man has a white buttoned undershirt. He wears extremely dark grey commoner trousers and black boots that an commoner would also wear.He has a medium body build due to him pulling away from the Aristocratic lifestyle when he was 13,giving him time to train himself physically when he sneaked away from his home periodically.He is starting to grow a beard and lost his family coat to the flood,leaving only the emblem of his family on the back of his old shirt.
Personality:Valeran was a pampered son of on Aristocratic family till he was 13,and only learned about some of the real worlds' dangers through book. Valeran is extremely intelligent as he was taught greatly during his time when he fully embraced the Aristocratic life-style.This used to make him very polite and knightly,but the "apocalypse" changed that.Valeran has been scarred by the ways he's had to survive and he's lost most of his ettiquette.
Example of in-game RP conflict between two characters:Valeran stared hungrily into the sky,wishing he had eaten more or brought some food up onto this damned cathedral top.His aquaintance,Mark,had been surviving up here with him for about a day after the floods now,and the two were starving."I hope things start to settle so fish can come..."Mark said,imagining a hearty fish in his stomache. "The fish and wildlife won't start to swim over here until atleast a week is over.We'll starve before then." Valeran stated in a hopeless tone. "It's better to hope then to not hope,man" Mark said to Valeran as he got up and arched over the stone steeple in at the front of the roof.Suddenly,Valeran got a very twisted,but very hopeful idea.If he could kill Mark,he could last off of Mark and filtering the water until the next week! Valeran got up quietly,and tried to sneak up behind Mark,but he turned around at the last second. "Vale?" Mark questioned oddly before Valeran started to attempt to bash his head into the steeple.Mark resisted quite alot but the more times he hit the steeple the less he resisted,until he finall dropped dead,the steeple covered in a goey,bloody,mess.Valeran then snapped a little inside his head from that moment on."I...I did it to survive...for survival!" He said to himself as he started to question his morals,knowing now his food supply was seccure for now.
Background: Valeran recalls his time before Akavir while resting on the Valguard Church roof:
Valeran was an adventurous boy born into a wealthy aristocratic family,which led to him having a pampered life style until the age of 13,where hormones started to have an effect on him and he strayed away from the elegant life style of the nobleman and started to play with the town children from the lower class, occasionally bringing a Septim or two with him so he and his poor friends could buy a sweet roll.One day Valeran saw a group of knights practicing in a court,and was greatly intrigued by their system of training and their style. Valeran spent the next year gathering components for a makeshift wooden sword whilst out with his lower class friends. Valeran was able to avoid being caught by his caretakers when he sneaked out like this,but one day at 16 years of age,Valeran and his friends were attacked by a wild wolf. The wolf had strayed into the lower class section of the town they were in,causing it to eventually cross paths with Val and his friends on night. The wolf leaped for one of his friends and successfully pounced onto the boy,and was about to make a meal out of his face when Valeran pulled out his recently finished wooden sword and attempted to slug the wolf in the head with it. The wolf let out a howl of pain,and aggressively got off the boy and took a swipe at Valeran. Valeran block with his wooden sword,but his wooden sword was decimated by the wolf's claws. Valeran then resorted to trying to wrestle with the wolf,but really only ended up making the wolf thrash about on the ground howling until a town guard came and was able to actually kill the wolf.The guard recognized Valeran as one of the Aristocrats' sons and promptly took him back to his home,giving away to his friends that he was not one of them.The day after Val was banned from leaving the Aristocratic section of town,and was put on a more stricter Aristocratic teaching schedule. Valeran put up with this punishment for six years,in which he enrolled into a Knight class and practiced the basic elements of being a Knight,such as manners and how to efficiently use a blade(Short,medium,and great).This allowed him to train his body and not just his mind,which would help him when he finally decided to run away from his Aristocratic life.
Valeran wanted to run away,but he had no plan of doing so.He pondered about this for a week until he recalled a place called Akavir which he learnt of in one World History tome.In order to get there he would need a boat,so he asked his parents for a course in ship navigation. His parents granted him the course,and when the time came,he took the boat and tried to sail away,which failed terribly as he was intercepted by pirates not even a quarter of the way there. The pirates took his regal training ship as a treasure ship and jailed him in their own ship as they proceeded to sail away,until one stormy night Valeran felt water seeping through the boards of his cell walls. Valeran was confused,until the wall gave in and a giant surge of water poured in. Valeran,trained in how to swim during his childhood,quickly swam through the hole and up to get air, and found that a terrible storm raged on. As Valeran climbed up onto the deck he was swept off of his feet as a the ship suddenly crashed into what looked like a rock.Debris flied everywhere as Valeran tried to find something to hold on to. Valeran ended up grabbing onto a half broken barrel for dear life as the ship started to plunge down into the depths of the water,leaving just the debris on the sunken parts. Valeran ended up getting his by a descending board of wood of the main ship,knocking him out atop his half broken barrel.When he woke up he found himself against the board of what would be a dock,his barrel missing as well as any of the few possessions he had on him. When he got up he saw a town,and lush wildlife around."Could this be Akavir?" Valeran thought to himself as he got up and brushed the dirt off of his drenched,muddy body.
How your character survived Akavir: Waking up from the memories,Valeran tries to recall how this land of oppurtunity went down under:
It was another dreary day at the pub in Valguard.Valeran had started to lose faith in his adventuring as the money had come to a halt,and he had nothing else to do then to drink his problems out,whether it be in tea,beer,or the very rare skooma blunt.He had been restless for the past few nights,worried about the future might hold,but when the disaster struck,he knew had had been worrying about the wrong things this entire time.As the waters started to flood Valguard,Mark broke off one of the tables from the bar and used it as a life raft,riding it from one elevation of rooftops to the other.He eventually came across another person named Mark,who joined him as they floated higher and higher until the flooding stopped rising.They were stranded on the roof of the Cathedral,and had no food and nothing to live for.It was only a day after the flooding that Valeran,in a desperate act of survival,bashed the brains in of his new friend with the church steeple and lived off him and filtering water for the next week.Valeran lost most of his valour,and it's safe to say he's more focused on survival then he was before.When the first week was over the fish and other animals started to come,so using his family cloak as a fishing net Valeran started to catch fish.
Valeran snaps out of his second flashback,and sighs.Why did this have to happen?
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IGN:Brickman59
Age:13
Time Zone:Central Time(U.S and Canada)
Skype Name:Brickbuilder70
How long have you been playing:All the way back to the update before beds.
Rate Yourself (1-10)
PvP: 5,depends on equipment and tactics.
Building:4
Leadership:8,as long as my employees are mature.
Gathering:9,I can mine on for hours.
How active can you be:From Sunrise to sunset a majority of the summer.
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IGN: Brickman59
Age:12
Why us?: I'm already part of the server.
Have you "liked" this thread?:I believe so.
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?:Not yet.
Did you join our forum?:I did when I first joined
Define Role-Playing in your words: Role-playing is the act of pretending to be something else,whether that something else be a talking dragon or a brave knight.
Define Meta-gaming in your words:Meta-gaming is the act of knowing something IC that you found out OOC. An example would be of someone finding out in-game that they're going to be assassinated by being told on Skype.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Power gaming is the act of doing something that doesn't give the other person a chance to react or making yourself OP. This can range from something as small as dodging every attack someone throws at you or something large such as pulling out a nuke and blowing up Septima.
IC:
Name: Valeran
Nickname:Val,or Valour.
Age:24
Gender:Male
Race: Nord
Appearance: Valeran is a Caucasian 210 lb man has a white buttoned undershirt with a red cloak styled suit over it that has a symbol of his aristocratic family on the back. He wears extremely dark grey commoner trousers and black boots that an commoner would also wear.He has a medium body build due to him pulling away from the Aristocratic lifestyle when he was 13,giving him time to train himself physically when he sneaked away from his home periodically.
Personality: Valeran was a pampered son of on Aristocratic family till he was 13,and only learned about some of the real worlds' dangers through book. Valeran is extremely intelligent as he was taught greatly during his time when he fully embraced the Aristocratic life-style.This also makes him very polite and Knightly,which made his associates in Skyrim call him Val or Valour(The British term for Valor)
In-game RP example: Billy threw Susan to the ground in a bloodthirsty rage. "This is for separating me and my goat!" He screamed as he attempted to plunge a great sword into his Susan. Susan quickly rolled to the right however,avoiding being dismembered in half."I didn't separate you and and your goat,that was your own doing!" Susan yelled at him defensively,backing away from the madman who had found his disarmed prey. Billy however,not believing this,went for a wide sweep with his great sword which Susan failed to dodge,cleaving her upper body right off of his legs. "This is for my sweet goat,who is now gone!" Billy yelled manically as he had finally hunted down and killed the goat thief,a test of skill that took several decades to accomplish.
Background: Valeran was an adventurous boy born into a wealthy aristocratic family,which led to him having a pampered life style until the age of 13,where hormones started to have an effect on him and he strayed away from the elegant life style of the nobleman and started to play with the town children from the lower class, occasionally bringing a Septim or two with him so he and his poor friends could buy a sweet roll.One day Valeran saw a group of knights practicing in a court,and was greatly intrigued by their system of training and their style. Valeran spent the next year gathering components for a makeshift wooden sword whilst out with his lower class friends. Valeran was able to avoid being caught by his caretakers when he sneaked out like this,but one day at 16 years of age,Valeran and his friends were attacked by a wild wolf. The wolf had strayed into the lower class section of the town they were in,causing it to eventually cross paths with Val and his friends on night. The wolf leaped for one of his friends and successfully pounced onto the boy,and was about to make a meal out of his face when Valeran pulled out his recently finished wooden sword and attempted to slug the wolf in the head with it. The wolf let out a howl of pain,and aggressively got off the boy and took a swipe at Valeran. Valeran block with his wooden sword,but his wooden sword was decimated by the wolf's claws. Valeran then resorted to trying to wrestle with the wolf,but really only ended up making the wolf thrash about on the ground howling until a town guard came and was able to actually kill the wolf.The guard recognized Valeran as one of the Aristocrats' sons and promptly took him back to his home,giving away to his friends that he was not one of them.The day after Val was banned from leaving the Aristocratic section of town,and was put on a more stricter Aristocratic teaching schedule. Valeran put up with this punishment for six years,in which he enrolled into a Knight class and practiced the basic elements of being a Knight,such as manners and how to efficiently use a blade(Short,medium,and great).This allowed him to train his body and not just his mind,which would help him when he finally decided to run away from his Aristocratic life.
Valeran wanted to run away,but he had no plan of doing so.He pondered about this for a week until he recalled a place called Akavir which he learnt of in one World History tome.In order to get there he would need a boat,so he asked his parents for a course in ship navigation. His parents granted him the course,and when the time came,he took the boat and tried to sail away,which failed terribly as he was intercepted by pirates not even a quarter of the way there. The pirates took his regal training ship as a treasure ship and jailed him in their own ship as they proceeded to sail away,until one stormy night Valeran felt water seeping through the boards of his cell walls. Valeran was confused,until the wall gave in and a giant surge of water poured in. Valeran,trained in how to swim during his childhood,quickly swam through the hole and up to get air, and found that a terrible storm raged on. As Valeran climbed up onto the deck he was swept off of his feet as a the ship suddenly crashed into what looked like a rock.Debris flied everywhere as Valeran tried to find something to hold on to. Valeran ended up grabbing onto a half broken barrel for dear life as the ship started to plunge down into the depths of the water,leaving just the debris on the sunken parts. Valeran ended up getting his by a descending board of wood of the main ship,knocking him out atop his half broken barrel.When he woke up he found himself against the board of what would be a dock,his barrel missing as well as any of the few possessions he had on him. When he got up he saw a town,and lush wildlife around."Could this be Akavir?" Valeran thought to himself as he got up and brushed the dirt off of his drenched,muddy body.
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IGN: Brickman59
Age:12
Why us?: I'm already part of the server.
Have you "liked" this thread?:I believe so.
Have you voted for us at Planet Minecraft?:Not yet.
Did you join our forum?:I did when I first joined
Define Role-Playing in your words: Role-playing is the act of pretending to be something else,whether that something else be a talking dragon or a brave knight.
Define Meta-gaming in your words:Meta-gaming is the act of knowing something IC that you found out OOC. An example would be of someone finding out in-game that they're going to be assassinated by being told on Skype.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Power gaming is the act of doing something that doesn't give the other person a chance to react or making yourself OP. This can range from something as small as dodging every attack someone throws at you or something large such as pulling out a nuke and blowing up Septima.
IC:
Name: Laghro Peterson
Nickname: Laghro
Age:42
Gender:Male
Race: Nord
Appearance: Laghros is a light skinned, Caucasian nord with a medium large muscle build due to his time of banditry,and weighs at around 260 lb. He doesn't show much of his body,but it is dressed in a light chain-mail not armor] with a yellow tunic over it,with a matching mask to cover his face so his son won't recognize him.
Personality: Laghro is a semi-insane man who will always have ulterior motives for most things in life since the separation from his wife whom acted as his link to all good and holy.He also has a grown hatred for his son,Mark Peterson,as he blames him for the separation between him and his wife.He is deceptive,and can pack a punch,as well as packing a deep,gruff voice.His years of banditry have taught him to trust little to no one but allies,and he lives by a code similar to that of a Black Knight [Credit to the person who made the villian guide,forgot his name.]
In-game RP example: Laghro threw Mark to the ground in a bloodthirsty rage. "This is for separating me and my one and only!" He screamed as he attempted to plunge a great sword into his son,Mark. Mark quickly rolled to the right however,avoiding being dismembered in half."I didn't separate you and mom,that was your own doing!" Mark yelled at him defensively,backing away from the madman who had found his disarmed prey. Laghro however,not believing this,went for a wide sweep with his great sword which Mark failed to dodge,cleaving his upper body right off of his legs. "This is for my sweet,who is now gone!" Laghro yelled manically as he had finally hunted down and killed his son,a test of skill that took several decades to accomplish.
Background: Laghros Peterson was,as a child,a wealthy man due to wealthy parents that treated him with kindness and respect. Laghros,however dismissed this kindness and respect and treated others with hatred and deceptiveness,due to being spoiled by his parents. This lasted for the majority of his childhood and his teen years,until the age of 14 his parents where so ashamed of him they had to cast him out,lest they ruin their standing among the other Noblemen and Women.There Laghros lived a crime life for 8 years,mugging passerby by luring them into shady areas and robbing them at sword-point. He worked with a small gang as vice commander for half of the time,but they eventually fell when Laghros slaughtered the leader,who was asleep, due to a pay-cut.
During the last year of crime he robbed a particularly poor damsel,who after a while of talking him down,had successfully dulled down Laghros' rage induced crime life. Laghros decided to get to know the woman better,and two years afterwards they got married.The following decade was a peaceful one for Laghros,who had started living on the other side of the law.He and his spouse,Marissa,had started to raise a child named Mark [The same as Mark Peterson],who turned out to be a large drain on their already small pool of money. Near the end of those 10 peaceful years,they had to send Mark out (Who was around 10 at the time) to the life of a Orphan and left him to fend for himself. Stricken with poverty and heart-brokenness, Marissa blamed Laghros for them running short on money and left him at the age of 35,leaving Laghros in a depressed,poor,and confused state for a year. When he was 36 however,he finally decided that his son,Mark,was the cause of them separating. This made Laghros despise his son,and want to bring his downfall.
The following 6 years,Laghros went on a man hunt for Mark. He first searched in their hometown,and when he had found out he had become a nomad,he angrilyly went from city to city looking for him. Laghros almost gave up when he heard of a raggedy nomad boarding with two other men to go to a place called Akavir. This caused Laghros to pool in all his remaining funds to buy a boat,but alas that was not enough. He then resorted to selling everything he owned to buy the boat,and started the long trip to Akavir that would last several months. After Laghros arrived he stepped off of the boat,calmed by how he had accomplished another step into finding his "evil" son.
DISCLAIMER:This character is in no way,shape,or form a revenge character,and will never actually know what is currently happening to Mark,my other character and his son. In-fact Laghros is the opposite of a revenge character,as he wants to see Mark dead.I also only need approval,not whitelisting.
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Ah,hey man.Sorry for robbing you in Akivir.