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    posted a message on Fallout: Shadows of the Old World | Serious Roleplay | Discontinued

    Id tell you to look up the official definition to power gaming and metagaming, but you most likely will not.
    i stand adamant about my backstory, Like i said, we learned english before the war. But it was a broken english, many of our phrases were still used, but our full language had been forgotten over the centuries. With time (i had literally nearly 40 years to teach myself flawless english) i could be able to teach myself with books and a decent intelligence (thus why i have a high intelligence). Though i have swapped out my wolf with my twin brother. i was mainly trying to see if it could work with the wolf, however it might not with your stricter rules.
    hopefully this now meets the standards of your Rp.



    OOC


    IGN:Joeker396


    Age (Optional): Too old for you (19)


    Skype name (Optional for the group chat/faction chats):You really wanna know, PM me man


    Time Zone: EST


    Prior Bans and reasons: none. im too nice <3


    Define Role-play: oh god... this might take a while
    Role
    play is my life. It is the act of playing as something you truthfully
    are not irl. it is more than you are. It is a Genre of gaming adored by
    millions. It is the reason I'm trying to be a game designer


    Define
    Powergaming: Its when someone is driven towards a single goal, not
    paying any cohesion to other aspects of the game at all
    (i should also note, many people confuse this with godmoding. it is in fact, NOT
    godmoding. It might break the game in some occasions, but most people
    usually do this without ever even realizing it)


    Define
    Metagaming: AKA "God-Moding" its can be a cheap tactic to insta kill an
    opponent, or keep yourself immune to all types of damage, or literally
    give yourself god-like powers, or simply give yourself knowledge your
    character would not have otherwise, etc
    (Again, often mistaken for something unrelated to it.)


    Meta (or Fourth wall breaks) is almost always broken, considering
    people [like myself] make assumptions as to where they should go... They
    are usually right... but why the hell would their character know that?
    Metagaming,
    depending on the setting and over all level of skill of the RPers, is
    usually a serious offense, but is almost always forgotten about.


    Previous
    roleplay experience: Bruh, Ive been doing this **** for 9 years. You
    want this to be a century long? Everything you could possibly imagine,
    and then some cuz im more creative than you are.


    Previous Fallout experience: ALL OF THEM. seriously its my favorite game.


    Have
    you read the rules?: do you want me to recite them? or just sing a nice
    little rendition of Breaking the rules? i can do either. (yes i have)


    Write any further questions here: How many licks does it take to get to the center of a tootsiepop?
    THE WORLD MAY NEVER KNOW


    IC:


    Character Name: Romulus Braveheart


    Age: 39


    Gender: Male


    Race: Human (i hope >->)


    Appearance
    (Please include an in-game screenshot of your skin): Rugged Tribal:
    Medium tan skin, Rich vibrant blue eyes, Scruffy grey hair and beard.
    all
    his clothing was hand crafted by maidens of his tribe. Made from the
    Wolves the tribe hunted in the Forest covered north, his leather based
    clothing couldnt stop a shiv if it wanted to. Also dons the the first wolf's hide
    he skinned. Do. Not. Touch. The. Hide.


    Romulus


    Strengths:
    Quite intelligent for a tribal. Can track any animal, including ghouls and deathclaws (if the need arises)
    Though not nearly as strong as the average man, Romulus can easily run for a long period of time. He can also climb up trees with ease, but has difficulty with anything else. Finally, being a native of the Canadian forests, he can move nearly undetectable with in a forest.

    Weaknesses: Dont expect Romulus to win any Gregarious awards, He's a tribal, through and through.
    It always seems Romulus has the WORST of luck at times... hes always losing his
    most valued possession: His twin hunting daggers. Also over the years, Romulus has been hunted by many raider parties, putting him in horrible standing with almost all gangs and raider bands in the niagara falls area.
    He doesnt have a very tactical mind, and often times will be caught by raiders. Romulus has NEVER seen a city, as this was extremely taboo for his tribe. He also doesnt believe in using "caps" as a currency, saying they jangle like crazy.
    Finally, As a result of extreme traumatic events through out his life, Romulus has gone quite insane, seeing apparitions of his brother almost daily.


    S.P.E.C.I.A.L.
    (Like in the games, you have 40 points to allocate. You must have at
    least one point in each, and cannot have more than ten.):


    • Strength:4

    • Perception:5

    • Endurance:6

    • Charisma:3

    • Intelligence:9

    • Agility:9

    • Luck:4

    Character Biography (Please include at least two quality paragraphs):
    Gather round as i tell you my tales.
    I grew, along with my twin brother Remus in a tribe known as the Ojibwe Clandestines.
    We are the last of the original Ojibwe tribes that migrated east.

    Sadly our blood language has been muddled by time... And now we speak broken english (or at least most of us do)
    When the Day of Fire that Shattered the Earth came upon my tribe, they moved
    away from any large cities, into the forests of Canada.
    Our records are only the paintings on our Destiny walls (walls of the main bloodline Hut)
    As the time progressed, we became closer to our roots, and
    we hunted for all our food. We gather
    berries and other forest floor foods, but anything of the past had been
    branded taboo by our tribe. We do not touch the old world techs, for we
    fear what may come of them (besides guns, we use those to hunt larger
    prey)
    My mother died in childbirth, as the tribe did not have the proper medical tools to properly deliver twins without losing the mother. My father named me Romulus, and my brother Remus. Though not a month after we were born, our father was killed in a raider attack, along with several other tribesmen. During the fight my father was stabbed many times by many attackers. Though he was a great warrior, he could not defeat so many foes. With his final wish, he left his twin obsidian hunting daggers to me and my brother.
    The tribe raised the two of us, but they never understood us and our plight. My brother Remus was my only family left. I would never leave
    his side.
    Most boys in my tribe started to hunt at age 4, starting with
    small prey, and moving to larger prey as they perfected their method of
    hunting. Those of us who were good with archery would fashion bows from the best deer intestines and oak branches. However me and my brother were different. We chose to hunt together, as an inseparable pair.

    Remus and I hunted all animals of the forest. Including those damned Cursed Ones (what we call Ghouls).
    We grew into the tribe's best hunters. We could hunt anything, Me with my tracking skills and one of the two twin hunting knives, and Remus with his immense strength and the other twin hunting knife.
    However, after our 19th day of birth, and 15 years of constant hunting, we had grown full of ourselves.
    We believed we could hunt one of the most Ferocious beasts that ever lived.
    The Ojibwe called it Makwa Gichi-manidoo, or, in english, God Bear.
    There were many legends about it, however it was its origin that
    surprised us.
    God Bear was "born" as a normal cub. He grew along with one
    other sibling cub. The bears were twins, both holding close to each other.
    But then the Fire that Shattered the Earth came and
    burned the world. God bear clung to his twin, but his twin was burnt to ash in his grasp. But the God Bear had survived.
    He survived through the will of the Great spirits, who blessed him,
    giving God Bear long life, and the strength of all bears. And, supposedly, the
    ability to burn brighter than the sun.
    some say it was unkillable, and many tried, including my father before us. But i was determined to destroy Makwa Gichi-manidoo, as was my twin brother Remus.
    I knew exactly how to track a bear, as we had many times before. But This one was different.
    God Bear left no trace, only carnage and ash where ever he went.
    The longer we looked, the more hopeless it seemed to continue.
    Until suddenly the world fell silent, as if time itself stood still.
    With a thunderous roar and white hot flame streaking from the sky, God Bear appeared in front of us,
    hulking in size, larger than any bear we had ever seen.
    God Bear had been stalking us from the moment we entered its hunting grounds.
    He rose up on his hind legs and leaped at us
    Like a flash, Remus was there in front of me to defend me, taking my dagger, knowing he was the stronger of the two of us.
    My brother plunged the daggers into the bears torso, only to be locked in a heated wrestle of strength.
    Though my twin was strong, God Bear was stronger. He slew Remus, breaking his iron grip on the God Bears fur.
    Clawing his chest open, my brother slumped to the ground, dying before my very eyes. God bear cared little for me, seeing me as a non threat i had guessed. He only turned to me and, with a bright white light, vanished before my eyes.
    After this, i decided to leave the tribe behind, having no truthful connection to them.
    For now, I only sought revenge for my twin brother Remus
    The best i could muster was someway for me to gain a powerful weapon to Destroy God Bear
    It has been 20 years since i last saw the God Bear.
    But i have sworn i will avenge my fallen twin.
    Through my travels, i have taught myself how to speak english Near flawlessly, even
    dropping my accent. I was also fascinated with the medical field, and
    tried to learn as much as i could about it. My tribe was foolish for
    never allowing old world medicines and medical tools in the camp. After now roaming most of the
    forests surrounding the Great Lakes for half of my life, I am now
    heading towards Niagara Falls, to see if i can find any hidden knowledge
    of a great and powerful weapon able to defeat my life long foe.


    Roleplay Scenario: Time: 3:18 P.M. Location: 14 miles South of Niagara


    As
    you're walking north along a desolate highway when you spot two large
    black birds circling in the sky in the distance. To the east, large
    thunderheads loom on the horizon. Hopeful to avoid the storm, you begin
    to walk a bit more briskly; scanning the area to find shelter from the
    radioactive downpour. You observe a small light grey smoke plume coming
    from the median of the highway only a couple hundred meters away. Before
    approaching the scene, you take a quick look in your bag (below is a
    list of your items). As you approach the scene, you can see that it is a
    Merchant Caravan that has been hit, likely by raiders. The merchant
    lies bloody and beaten to death near a slaughtered Brahman, blood covers
    his clothing and a box of items is scattered near him. Of the two
    guards, one lies near a jersey barrier; empty shell casings from her
    caravan shotgun scattered around her corpse. The other guard is
    struggling to pull himself upright using the one of the carts wheels,
    his left leg had been blown off below the shin and is now nothing but a
    bloody mix of singed skin and asphalt.


    Bag contents:


    1x 10mm Pistol


    4x 10mm Pistol rounds


    1x bottle of dirty water


    2x Mentats*


    1x Salisbury steak


    1x Squirrel on a stick


    1x small radio (functional)


    1x Stimpak


    1x Half-used first aid kit (missing supplies)


    What do you do?:
    My
    eyes survey the area, looking to see if any of the attackers yet live. I
    breathe out a sigh of relief as i assure myself none are around.
    I
    immediately snap my attention to that of the one legged man. As he
    hobbles next to the cart, i call out to him "That leg looks bad, I might
    be able to stabilize it."
    the guard nearly cries at my sudden generosity, probably expecting me to be some crazed tribal out to kill him.

    "T-thank
    you sir, that would be greatly appreciated" as he is saying this, i
    pull out the stimpak in my bag and immediately inject it into his chest.
    The
    effects are immediate, the guard nearly falling over from the sudden
    sedative injected into his already weak body. I lay him down under the
    cart, to cover him from the inevitable rain. I see the sore state of his
    leg, and start to reach for my hunting knife, but notices i have miss
    placed it again.
    swearing under my breath, i take out my dirty water
    and tear a sleeve off his shirt to use as a strainer between the dirty
    water and his leg. I also give him the stick from my squirrel to bite
    on, as i clean the wound. Even with the sedative, his screams can
    probably be heard in Niagara Falls. Soon after, he falls unconscious
    from the intense pain and blood lose. I start to tear another piece of
    his shirt off in order to cut off blood flow to his stub of a leg. After
    Ive tied off the cloth, i use the bandages i have to cover the stub,
    along with the rubbing alcohol to sterilize the utensils i have.

    Two hours later, he wakes back up in the middle of the storm.
    I
    have the radio playing some johnny guitar, and eating my Salisbury
    steak. I also offer the squirrel to him. "Trust me, ive cooked squirrel
    thousands of times. Its good stuff"
    I can tell he isnt the biggest fan of Squirrel meat.
    "You saved my life... and here i thought you a savage. I owe you everything." his eyes well up with tears
    "Nonsense.
    You were my first true patient! In all honesty, Ive never really had
    any people to operate on since they never trust a tribal. I taught
    myself how to do all this with animals and dozens of books I've read on
    the matter."
    He nods with a seriously worried look on his face "Wait... so youve never done this before?!"
    I laugh heartily and pat his shoulder to reassure him "I knew exactly what i was doing."
    The man does not look reassured at all. We continue to talk and share stories all night while listening to the music.
    In the morning he gives me all the caps he had on him for saving him, which i tell him to keep for his sake. I
    send him on his way with a crutch fashioned from a long wooden
    plank.
    as he hobbles off, i say to myself "There is no escaping the Shadows of the Old World."
    I continue on my journey.

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    posted a message on Fallout: Shadows of the Old World | Serious Roleplay | Discontinued

    OOC:


    IGN:Joeker396


    Age (Optional): Too old for you (19)


    Skype name (Optional for the group chat/faction chats):You really wanna know, PM me man


    Time Zone: EST


    Prior Bans and reasons: none. im too nice <3


    Define Role-play: oh god... this might take a while
    Role play is my life. It is the act of playing as something you truthfully are not irl. it is more than you are. It is a Genre of gaming adored by millions. It is the reason I'm trying to be a game designer


    Define Powergaming: Its when someone is driven towards a single goal, not paying any cohesion to other aspects of the game at all
    (i should also note, many people confuse this with godmoding. it is in fact, NOT godmoding. It might break the game in some occasions, but most people usually do this without ever realizing it)


    Define Metagaming: AKA "God-Moding" its can be a cheap tactic to insta kill an opponent, or keep yourself immune to all types of damage, or literally give yourself god-like powers, or simply give yourself knowledge your character would not have otherwise, etc
    (Again, often mistaken for something unrelated to it.)

    Meta (or Fourth wall breaks) is almost always broken, considering people [like myself] make assumptions as to where they should go... They are usually right... but why the hell would their character know that?
    Metagaming, depending on the setting and over all level of skill of the RPers, is usually a serious offense, but is almost always forgotten about.


    Previous roleplay experience: Bruh, Ive been doing this **** for 9 years. You want this to be a century long? Everything you could possibly imagine, and then some cuz im more creative than you are.


    Previous Fallout experience: ALL OF THEM. seriously its my favorite game.


    Have you read the rules?: do you want me to recite them? or just sing a nice little rendition of Breaking the rules? i can do either. (yes i have)


    Write any further questions here: How many licks does it take to get to the center of a tootsiepop?
    THE WORLD MAY NEVER KNOW


    IC:


    Character Name: Romulus Braveheart


    Age: 39


    Gender: Male


    Race: Human (i hope >->)


    Appearance (Please include an in-game screenshot of your skin): Rugged Tribal: Medium tan skin, Rich vibrant blue eyes, Scruffy grey hair and beard.
    all his clothing was hand crafted by maidens of his tribe. Made from the Wolves the tribe hunted in the Forest covered north, his leather based clothing couldnt stop a shiv if it wanted to. Also dons his loyal wolf Remus' hide. Do. Not. Touch. The. Hide.


    Romulus


    Strengths: Quite intelligent for a tribal. Also very agile, and able to climb almost anything. Trained hard to be able to run for vast distances across foresty terrain.


    Weaknesses: Dont expect Romulus to win any Gregarious awards, He's a tribal, through and through.
    Though most Tribals prefer a heavy blunt (or sharp) weapon, Romulus prefers a good gun, and thus is no stronger than the average guy. But it always seems Romulus has the WORST of luck at times... hes always losing his most valued possession: His hunting dagger.


    S.P.E.C.I.A.L.
    (Like in the games, you have 40 points to allocate. You must have at
    least one point in each, and cannot have more than ten.):



    • Strength:4

    • Perception:5

    • Endurance:8

    • Charisma:3

    • Intelligence:8

    • Agility:10

    • Luck:2

    Character Biography (Please include at least two quality paragraphs):
    Gather round as i tell you my tales.
    I grew in a tribe known as the Ojibwe Clandestines.
    We are the last of the original Ojibwe tribes that migrated east.

    Sadly our blood language has been muddled by time... And now we speak broken english (or at least most of us do)
    When the Day of Fire that Shattered the Earth came upon my tribe, they moved away from any large cities, into the forests of Canada.
    Our records are only the paintings on our Destiny walls (walls of the main bloodline Hut)
    As the time progressed through our past, we came closer to our roots, and now we hunt for food, crops are none existent in our lives. We gather berries and other ground foods, but anything of the past has been branded taboo by our tribe. We do not touch the old world techs, for we fear what may come of them (besides guns, we use those to hunt larger prey)
    However for myself... My mother died in childbirth, and my father was killed in a raider attack not a week after i was born. The only thing i had from them was my father's trusty hunting knife, with which my father used to kill his attackers (he had been stabbed seven times and still was able to fight)
    The tribe raised me, but they were not my family. My wolf Remus was my family. He was born the same day i was born, and his father was the Alpha of the pack we kept. I never left his side. Most boys in my tribe started to hunt at age 4, starting with small prey, and moving to larger prey as they perfected their method of hunting.
    Remus and I hunted all animals of the forest. Including those damned Cursed Ones (what we call Ghouls).
    We were the tribe's best hunters. We could hunt anything, Me with my 10mm pistol/hunting knife, and Remus with his fearsome teeth and strength. However, after 15 years of constant hunting, I had grown full of myself. I believed i could hunt one of the most Ferocious beasts that ever lived.
    The Ojibwe called it Makwa Gichi-manidoo, or, in english, God Bear. There were many legends about it, however it was its origin that surprised me. It was "born" as a normal cub. it grew along with two other siblings. But then the Fire that Shattered the Earth came and burned it. its siblings were also burned, but they did not survive. But God Bear survived through the will of the Great spirits, who blessed it, giving it long life, and the strength of 100 bears. And supposedly the ability to burn brighter than the sun.
    some say it was unkillable, and many tried, including my father before me. But i was determined to destroy Makwa Gichi-manidoo.
    My loyal wolf Remus knew exactly how to hunt bears, as we had many times before. But This one was different.
    God Bear left no trace, only carnage and ash.
    Remus was not picking up anything, until we heard a roar like a thunder clap all around us.
    God Bear had been stalking us the whole time.
    Like a flash, Remus was there in front of me to defend me
    Though my wolven friend was strong, God Bear was stronger. He slayed my Wolf, clawing his chest apart. He only turned to me and, with a bright white light, vanished before my eyes.
    After this, i fashioned a hide of my fallen compatriot (as was our custom) and left the tribe behind, having no truthful connection to them. It has been 20 years since i last saw the God Bear. But i have sworn i will avenge my fallen Remus.
    Through my travels, i have taught myself how to speak english flawlessly, even dropping my accent. I was also fascinated with the medical field, and tried to learn as much as i could about it. My tribe was foolish for never allowing old world meds in the camp. After now roaming most of the forests surrounding the Great Lakes for half of my life, I am now heading towards Niagara Falls, to see if i can find any hidden knowledge among the ruins.


    Roleplay Scenario: Time: 3:18 P.M. Location: 14 miles South of Niagara


    As
    you're walking north along a desolate highway when you spot two large
    black birds circling in the sky in the distance. To the east, large
    thunderheads loom on the horizon. Hopeful to avoid the storm, you begin
    to walk a bit more briskly; scanning the area to find shelter from the
    radioactive downpour. You observe a small light grey smoke plume coming
    from the median of the highway only a couple hundred meters away. Before
    approaching the scene, you take a quick look in your bag (below is a
    list of your items). As you approach the scene, you can see that it is a
    Merchant Caravan that has been hit, likely by raiders. The merchant
    lies bloody and beaten to death near a slaughtered Brahman, blood covers
    his clothing and a box of items is scattered near him. Of the two
    guards, one lies near a jersey barrier; empty shell casings from her
    caravan shotgun scattered around her corpse. The other guard is
    struggling to pull himself upright using the one of the carts wheels,
    his left leg had been blown off below the shin and is now nothing but a
    bloody mix of singed skin and asphalt.


    Bag contents:


    1x 10mm Pistol


    4x 10mm Pistol rounds


    1x bottle of dirty water


    2x Mentats*


    1x Salisbury steak


    1x Squirrel on a stick


    1x small radio (functional)


    1x Stimpak


    1x Half-used first aid kit (missing supplies)


    What do you do?:
    My eyes survey the area, looking to see if any of the attackers yet live. I breathe out a sigh of relief as i assure myself none are around.
    I immediately snap my attention to that of the one legged man. As he hobbles next to the cart, i call out to him "That leg looks bad, I might be able to stabilize it."
    the guard nearly cries at my sudden generosity, probably expecting me to be some crazed tribal out to kill him.

    "T-thank you sir, that would be greatly appreciated" as he is saying this, i pull out the stimpak in my bag and immediately inject it into his chest.
    The effects are immediate, the guard nearly falling over from the sudden sedative injected into his already weak body. I lay him down under the cart, to cover him from the inevitable rain. I see the sore state of his leg, and start to reach for my hunting knife, but notices i have miss placed it again.
    swearing under my breath, i take out my dirty water and tear a sleeve off his shirt to use as a strainer between the dirty water and his leg. I also give him the stick from my squirrel to bite on, as i clean the wound. Even with the sedative, his screams can probably be heard in Niagara Falls. Soon after, he falls unconscious from the intense pain and blood lose. I start to tear another piece of his shirt off in order to cut off blood flow to his stub of a leg. After Ive tied off the cloth, i use the bandages i have to cover the stub, along with the rubbing alcohol to sterilize the utensils i have.

    Two hours later, he wakes back up in the middle of the storm.
    I have the radio playing some johnny guitar, and eating my Salisbury steak. I also offer the squirrel to him. "Trust me, ive cooked squirrel thousands of times. Its good stuff"
    I can tell he isnt the biggest fan of Squirrel meat.
    "You saved my life... and here i thought you a savage. I owe you everything." his eyes well up with tears
    "Nonsense. You were my first true patient! In all honesty, Ive never really had any people to operate on since they never trust a tribal. I taught myself how to do all this with animals and dozens of books I've read on the matter."
    He nods with a seriously worried look on his face "Wait... so youve never done this before?!"
    I laugh heartily and pat his shoulder to reassure him "I knew exactly what i was doing."
    We continue to talk and laugh as we share stories all night.
    In the morning he gives me all the caps he had on him for saving him. I send him on his way with a newly fashioned crutch from a long wooden plank.
    as he hobbles off, i say to myself "There is no escaping the Shadows of the Old World."
    I continue on my journey.

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    posted a message on [1.7.4][Hardcore Roleplay][Custom Terrain]Hareveth: A Forsaken Tale

    seems this server is ALSO ded D:
    why are all the goodens ded?

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    posted a message on A Call to all IRON STORM PREVIOUS MEMBERS

    About 5 years ago, I joined a server dedicated to making one of the Greatest RP servers ever.
    That server's owner went on to help create Iron Storm.
    Its been a long time since ive cared at all about minecraft.
    But if it means a professional RP like Iron Storm, i would 100000% love to help spear head it.
    Though i am not familiar with the newer Minecraft stuff, i do know RPing. Ive Roleplayed so many times as so many different people over 9 years worth of experience.
    If this is still going to happen, i would absolutely love to recreate this Gem of a server.
    Btw this is my NEW account.
    My old account has been lost to the nether. (or i just forgot my password.)
    Again, I'd love to help with this, and if anyone would like to contact me about it, my email is [email protected] and my skype is joseph.keeler4. If you still cant find me, ill be willing to give my cell number so you may text me, but you will have to message me on here first.

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