Most of heroes is done! We worked hard today and got a good chunk done!. Not much left. I configured most of the plugins and we are trying to get this done ASAP.
OOC: IGN: Enady Age: 17 Time you can dedicate: Hours and hours and hours and hours Why us?: I like Fallout. I like to rp. So why not combine them. Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples): Taking on the role of someone else and sticking to it. Going on with what happens. Define Meta-gaming in your words: Using OOC information IC Define Power-gaming in your words: Over powering everything and everyone. That and making your character the best possible.
IC: Name: Gilroy Wylie Nickname: Coyote Age: 28 Gender: Male Appearance: A rather short man with a bit of scruff on his chin. He walks tall and tries to keep himself built muscularly. Normally you will find him dirty from working or fighting. Personality: He is a warrior at heart and fears no battle. He would do nearly anything for a pint or some caps, which he would use to get drunk. In-game RP example:
Joesph: Stay back! I have a pistol!
Gilroy: Boy! Drop it!
Joesph: Back away! -fires at his foot- Next time it's coming at your head!
Gilroy: -slides his foot back- Don't you shoot at me you little shite!
Joesph: Don't insult me! I've got the gun here! -points it at his head-
Gilroy: -laughs a bit- I'm the one with the balls to stand up to a man with a gun!
Joesph: -points at balls- Not for long..
Gilroy: -grabs a rock- Don't make me use it boy!
Joseph: What's a rock going to do against a guy with a gun!?
Gilroy: Bash your little head in!
Joseph: -shoots at his thigh- Back off!
Gilroy: -grunts and falls onto a knee- You *******! You shot me! -blood pours from the wound-
Joseph: Ah.. ****.. -drops down to try and fix the wound-
Gilroy: -swings the rock around and starts to get a bit light headed- *******.... -blacks out-
Joseph: -throws his arm up, and the rock breaks his arm- AAAGH! YOU SON OF A *****!
Gilroy: -lays on the ground inconcious- Background:
Gilroy was raised on a small brahmin farm outside New Canaan. His family followed the Mormon beliefs of the town, but he wasn't so sure. His parents were at church as often as they could be and they dragged him there with them. He was never truly happy being at church with all the townsfolk. He just wan't to go out back and take his father's rifle and shoot cans off a fence post. Oddly enough that is what he did most days. He sat out back and shot tin cans off a fence post while his father tended to the brahmin and his mother made soup for dinner. They really weren't very well off, so soup was a major part in their diet. Gilroy hated to see his mother and father suffer like this. He wanted to help them, but there wasn't much he could do. He had heard of battles going on in the desert from traders that passed through town. He kept hearing "NCR" and thought it might be a way to get his family out of poverty, but then again all he had was a rifle and some beat up clothes. How could he ever find the NCR and actually make money. As he got older his parents brahmin started to die out, he figured this must be his sign to finally go. So he grabbed his father's rifle one night, along with a little bit of food, and he set out into the desert.
After walking through the desert for days Gilroy at all his food and had to survive off of mole rat and gecko. He started to thin out a bit, but he kept moving. He clothes were beaten up bad and were covered in sand. Gilyroy himself wasn't looking too good either, he was covered in sand from head to toe. The only clean thing he had on him was his father's rifle which was wrapped in cloth. He carried a few gecko hides with him figuring they might be worth something to someone. Eventually he got to a place called Freeside. He was happy to see a nice town right outside the Vegas Strip, which he learned about from some old books that were lying around his parents house. He went into a gun shop and sold the hides he had for a quick profit. He was lucky to get enough to cover some ammunition and a room for a few nights. This was the best living he had in a long time. While walking through the streets of Freeside one day, he ran into a man who just got to Freeside. He was way better off compared to Gilroy. After some conversation with the man, he and Gilroy became friends. The man's name was Joesph, he came from a town called Shackton. He didn't speak much about why he left Shackton, but it wasn't much of a big deal to Gilroy.
Nuka Cola is a tasty! But Sunset Sarsaparilla is better
EDIT: A friend and I are applying at the same time.
But hey, don't despair! Your background was just fine, except a couple little things, like calling Freeside a city, but in the grand scheme of things it's pretty good.
The only thing I take issue with is your definitions of what power-gaming is, and your in-game example of roleplaying. (Protip: The two are related somehow)
Just wondering. Did you say he was power-gaming in his example?
OOC: IGN: Enady Age: 17 Time you can dedicate: Hours and hours and hours and hours Why us?: I like Fallout. I like to rp. So why not combine them. Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples): Taking on the role of someone else and sticking to it. Going on with what happens. Define Meta-gaming in your words: Using OOC information IC Define Power-gaming in your words: Over powering everything and everyone. That and making your character the best possible.
IC: Name: Gilroy Wylie Nickname: Coyote Age: 28 Gender: Male Appearance: A rather short man with a bit of scruff on his chin. He walks tall and tries to keep himself built muscularly. Normally you will find him dirty from working or fighting. Personality: He is a warrior at heart and fears no battle. He would do nearly anything for a pint or some caps, which he would use to get drunk. In-game RP example:
Joesph: Stay back! I have a pistol!
Gilroy: Boy! Drop it!
Joesph: Back away! -fires at his foot- Next time it's coming at your head!
Gilroy: -slides his foot back- Don't you shoot at me you little shite!
Joesph: Don't insult me! I've got the gun here! -points it at his head-
Gilroy: -laughs a bit- I'm the one with the balls to stand up to a man with a gun!
Joesph: -points at balls- Not for long..
Gilroy: -grabs a rock- Don't make me use it boy!
Joseph: What's a rock going to do against a guy with a gun!?
Gilroy: Bash your little head in!
Joseph: -shoots at his thigh- Back off!
Gilroy: -grunts and falls onto a knee- You *******! You shot me! -blood pours from the wound-
Joseph: Ah.. ****.. -drops down to try and fix the wound-
Gilroy: -swings the rock around and starts to get a bit light headed- *******.... -blacks out-
Joseph: -throws his arm up, and the rock breaks his arm- AAAGH! YOU SON OF A *****!
Gilroy: -lays on the ground inconcious- Background:
Gilroy was raised on a small brahmin farm outside New Canaan. His family followed the Mormon beliefs of the town, but he wasn't so sure. His parents were at church as often as they could be and they dragged him there with them. He was never truly happy being at church with all the townsfolk. He just wan't to go out back and take his father's rifle and shoot cans off a fence post. Oddly enough that is what he did most days. He sat out back and shot tin cans off a fence post while his father tended to the brahmin and his mother made soup for dinner. They really weren't very well off, so soup was a major part in their diet. Gilroy hated to see his mother and father suffer like this. He wanted to help them, but there wasn't much he could do. He had heard of battles going on in the desert from traders that passed through town. He kept hearing "NCR" and thought it might be a way to get his family out of poverty, but then again all he had was a rifle and some beat up clothes. How could he ever find the NCR and actually make money. As he got older his parents brahmin started to die out, he figured this must be his sign to finally go. So he grabbed his father's rifle one night, along with a little bit of food, and he set out into the desert.
After walking through the desert for days Gilroy at all his food and had to survive off of mole rat and gecko. He started to thin out a bit, but he kept moving. He clothes were beaten up bad and were covered in sand. Gilyroy himself wasn't looking too good either, he was covered in sand from head to toe. The only clean thing he had on him was his father's rifle which was wrapped in cloth. He carried a few gecko hides with him figuring they might be worth something to someone. Eventually he got to a place called Freeside. He was happy to see a nice town right outside the Vegas Strip, which he learned about from some old books that were lying around his parents house. He went into a gun shop and sold the hides he had for a quick profit. He was lucky to get enough to cover some ammunition and a room for a few nights. This was the best living he had in a long time. While walking through the streets of Freeside one day, he ran into a man who just got to Freeside. He was way better off compared to Gilroy. After some conversation with the man, he and Gilroy became friends. The man's name was Joesph, he came from a town called Shackton. He didn't speak much about why he left Shackton, but it wasn't much of a big deal to Gilroy.
Nuka Cola is a tasty! But Sunset Sarsaparilla is better
EDIT: A friend and I are applying at the same time.
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Please put a town not the wilderness!
We need people in towns not in the woods.
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No. Lords are already set. But after some time there is a chance to become a lord.
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IG Name: Enady
Age: 17
Group #: Unknown
Roleplay?: Yes
Group name?: Deadjaw's group
Class: Beastmaster
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Well for all the ethnic groups there will be different classes, except for your default. That's universal :P.
Most ethnic groups have about 10. Not all. So all together there are about 40 different classes.
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I think mine got skipped
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Just wondering. Did you say he was power-gaming in his example?
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- Elven Lore
- Classes being made
- Plugins done
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IGN: Enady
Age: 17
Time you can dedicate: Hours and hours and hours and hours
Why us?: I like Fallout. I like to rp. So why not combine them.
Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples): Taking on the role of someone else and sticking to it. Going on with what happens.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Using OOC information IC
Define Power-gaming in your words: Over powering everything and everyone. That and making your character the best possible.
IC:
Name: Gilroy Wylie
Nickname: Coyote
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Appearance: A rather short man with a bit of scruff on his chin. He walks tall and tries to keep himself built muscularly. Normally you will find him dirty from working or fighting.
Personality: He is a warrior at heart and fears no battle. He would do nearly anything for a pint or some caps, which he would use to get drunk.
In-game RP example:
Joesph: Stay back! I have a pistol!
Gilroy: Boy! Drop it!
Joesph: Back away! -fires at his foot- Next time it's coming at your head!
Gilroy: -slides his foot back- Don't you shoot at me you little shite!
Joesph: Don't insult me! I've got the gun here! -points it at his head-
Gilroy: -laughs a bit- I'm the one with the balls to stand up to a man with a gun!
Joesph: -points at balls- Not for long..
Gilroy: -grabs a rock- Don't make me use it boy!
Joseph: What's a rock going to do against a guy with a gun!?
Gilroy: Bash your little head in!
Joseph: -shoots at his thigh- Back off!
Gilroy: -grunts and falls onto a knee- You *******! You shot me! -blood pours from the wound-
Joseph: Ah.. ****.. -drops down to try and fix the wound-
Gilroy: -swings the rock around and starts to get a bit light headed- *******.... -blacks out-
Joseph: -throws his arm up, and the rock breaks his arm- AAAGH! YOU SON OF A *****!
Gilroy: -lays on the ground inconcious-
Background:
Gilroy was raised on a small brahmin farm outside New Canaan. His family followed the Mormon beliefs of the town, but he wasn't so sure. His parents were at church as often as they could be and they dragged him there with them. He was never truly happy being at church with all the townsfolk. He just wan't to go out back and take his father's rifle and shoot cans off a fence post. Oddly enough that is what he did most days. He sat out back and shot tin cans off a fence post while his father tended to the brahmin and his mother made soup for dinner. They really weren't very well off, so soup was a major part in their diet. Gilroy hated to see his mother and father suffer like this. He wanted to help them, but there wasn't much he could do. He had heard of battles going on in the desert from traders that passed through town. He kept hearing "NCR" and thought it might be a way to get his family out of poverty, but then again all he had was a rifle and some beat up clothes. How could he ever find the NCR and actually make money. As he got older his parents brahmin started to die out, he figured this must be his sign to finally go. So he grabbed his father's rifle one night, along with a little bit of food, and he set out into the desert.
After walking through the desert for days Gilroy at all his food and had to survive off of mole rat and gecko. He started to thin out a bit, but he kept moving. He clothes were beaten up bad and were covered in sand. Gilyroy himself wasn't looking too good either, he was covered in sand from head to toe. The only clean thing he had on him was his father's rifle which was wrapped in cloth. He carried a few gecko hides with him figuring they might be worth something to someone. Eventually he got to a place called Freeside. He was happy to see a nice town right outside the Vegas Strip, which he learned about from some old books that were lying around his parents house. He went into a gun shop and sold the hides he had for a quick profit. He was lucky to get enough to cover some ammunition and a room for a few nights. This was the best living he had in a long time. While walking through the streets of Freeside one day, he ran into a man who just got to Freeside. He was way better off compared to Gilroy. After some conversation with the man, he and Gilroy became friends. The man's name was Joesph, he came from a town called Shackton. He didn't speak much about why he left Shackton, but it wasn't much of a big deal to Gilroy.
Nuka Cola is a tasty! But Sunset Sarsaparilla is better
EDIT: A friend and I are applying at the same time.
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