Minecraft Username: MuseofHeart
Definition of meta gaming: Using info gained in OOC to your advantage IC
Definition of power gaming: Doing an action to a player instantly without them being able to retaliate.
What is your past experience in RP, Fallout or otherwise?: I have roleplayed for years, I'm not even sure myself how long I have been but it's been as long as I can remember. It was mostly just textwise rping but about a year ago I was introduced to roleplaying in minecraft. I was told about this server by UofMTigerFan who explained the history of fallout to me since I have not played the games.
Name: Nathaniel Kenway
Appearance: Nathaniel is albino so he has mostly colorless white hair that looks like it is in a permanent state of bedhead due to not caring about taking care of his appearance. His skin barely has any pigment in it whatsoever, it looking almost as white as snow. His eyes are a very pale green that tend not to show emotion. He wears a long black hooded jacket over a beaten up white shirt with jeans and sneakers. On rare occasions he wears thin framed reading glasses, mostly for aesthetic purposes.
Personality: When you first meet him, Nathaniel is very kind and selfless. He will usually go out of his way to help those who are in need even if it endangers himself. However the longer one is around him the more he seems... off. When his true colors laced with dementia and obsession give way he tends to say more and more unusual things that most wouldn't really understand. He has an obsession with those who have ability and has a major inferiority complex.
Nathaniel spent his early life in a Vault in Maine with his guardian, having not known his parents. The last Overseer had matched the children up to different guardians and general caretakers. He was born with albinism as well as frontotemporal dementia, a mental disorder. He spent the rest of his childhood in the same Vault as he was born in. Nathaniel's life was truly one of difficulty and struggling due to the Vault's experiment. The experiment was that the Vault was filled with people with mental illnesses and left them completely untreated, with obeying and watchful sociopaths as security guards and a schizophrenic Overseer. The only real form of recreation there was was in the form of the guards taking the residents to a firing range and teaching them how to use a gun, amongst other survival education, but that was mostly when one of the residents got… ‘antsy’, which Nathaniel was considered much of the time. And only having one guardian to raise him didn't really help too much with that. He barely had anything to do to preoccupy himself with, mostly spending his days alone or talking to the other insane residents in a twisted sort of optimism. When he was in his teens he was at his worst. It was almost impossible to get the boy to stop rambling about justice, hope, talent, and his own worthlessness. The majority of the people that shared the Vault with him grew disdain and disgust towards him, cutting off what social life he had. One of them attempted to beat him, but the guards of the Vault would end up ceasing what attempt of a punch they had.
One day something in his mind snapped and when someone approached him, screaming at him and telling him to "shut the f**k up or I'll kick your a**!" he just laughed loudly. A somewhat weak, raspy, breathy laugh. The resident stopped, obviously taken off guard. The man who almost assaulted him and some of the others that were watching obviously saw it in his eyes that whatever bit of sanity that was left in him was taken away. Though the man himself and the others were mentally ill as well, they still seemed shocked. They were even more shocked when Nathaniel kicked the man between the legs causing him to crumple to the ground. They were speechless, having thought he wouldn't actually hurt anyone. They were even more taken aback when he brought his foot down to stomp on his chest, letting out another wordless laugh and shaking his head. The man on the ground began yelling back up at him, telling him to get the hell off and that everyone hates him. He finally spoke up. "I will if you lick my shoes like the filthy man you are." But then of course, the guards shoved him off the man and life went on, no matter how tense it was. Years passed by as the other residents either wanted to befriend him only to manipulate him or in solitude.
Eventually, at the age of 18, the before tense situation hit its inevitable boiling point. It was not him that caused it however… he woke up one day to screaming, both in anger and fear, alarms, and someone yelling in his ear to get up. “N….” the sound in his ears blurred together. “Nathan! Damn it boy, get up!” he identified the voice as his foster father, eyes springing open and trying to get up as fast as possible. When asked what happened, he shakily responded with, “Some...some b*stard killed the Overseer. Sh*t went to hell ever since. Hide over by the reactors, kid. I’ll catch up with ya’.” Nathaniel, still processing everything that was happening, was only able to give a quiet nod, running as fast as he could to the lower levels, the sounds of anguish, anger, and delirious laughter around him. He finally made it to the lower level of the Vault, catching his breath though he ran plenty times before, mostly away from other people. He ducked down by a reactor, pale eyes flitting around in… is what he is feeling fear? He hardly cares for the lives that are being lost, and he doesn’t think that he himself is going to die, but the feeling, the pressure was overwhelming, unlike anything he’s ever felt. His eyes raised to a rather large circular door that seemed very worn. A panel was hanging off of it. It had to be the way to open it… but his eyes, for a moment, went back to the way back upstairs. “I’ll catch up with ya’.” his foster father’s words come over him again. To someone who was normal, this decision would take much more time than the very small amount of time it took for Nathaniel to choose to leave him behind. He rushed over to the panel, fueled by panic and adrenaline, gripping onto it and pulling down. The door pulled back, and it rolled open.
He saw the world outside for the first time. Well, mostly just Maine. Due to him realizing the sun's rays being harmful to his health, he mostly stayed underground in metro tunnels, wandering around aimlessly and using the pistol he had taken to defend himself from mutated creatures and feral ghouls. Eventually rumors came to his ears of the all mutant faction in New York City, this somewhat striking his interest, wishing to find a place to finally be able to fit in. After a very long time walking through the tunnels, stopping to rest, killing whatever would attack him, and emerging to walk on the surface occasionally at night, he entered the city.
"Ah, so there are snakes in these tunnels...? Oh well, minor problem. They likely rule."
Chuck Hale here, I'll be your whitelist reviewer. Your OOC is solid enough for me, that's all good. However, I'm already seeing a flaw in your character. You claim Nathaniel does not care about his appearance and doesn't take care of his hair, but wears glasses for aesthetic purposes? That doesn't line up. After reading his backstory, it's not exactly a backstory to me. It reads to me like a series of events, vs a 'story,' if you will. And he just escaped? Just with the a little flick of the wrist and a flick of a lever and he was out? Nobody tried to stop him? Yes, the Vault was in anarchy, but NOBODY tried to stop him? And why didn't anybody else follow him? Was he the only one who thought of leaving?
To me this doesn't exactly add up as a great backstory and it'd be much appreciated if you could either clarify or change this. Until then, you are unfortunately