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    posted a message on [NO WHITELIST][1.4.4] ‡‡ Mystic Realms Network ‡‡ MMORPG // Towny // PvP Servers ‡‡ [Arenas][Spells][Battlegrounds][Dungeons][Qu
    Age: 17
    IGN: Sparky223
    What are you looking forward to the most? Playing with mah friends
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    posted a message on ▲▲▲[ Events] [Whitelist] ▲▲▲1.2.5 Exalted Lands RP: 24/7▲▲▲[Factons] [Magic Spells] [Multiverse] [Heroes] [Movecraft]▲▲▲
    Out of Character

    IGN: Sparky223
    Age: 17
    Did you read the rules: yeah
    Will you be active?: Yeah
    Faction Wanted: Aurora Covenant

    In Character

    Character Name: Veronica
    Character Age: 19
    Character Backstory(We don't want a book, just a short thing of how you came to be in the war): Veronica was born into the Aurora Covenant, both of her parents proud supporters of the faction. Veronica was raised to believe the same, and although she may have her doubts, she is overall loyal to the cause.
    Character Appearence: Veronica is thin and lean, presenting the body of a runner. Her eyes are blue, while her hair is a soft brown shade. Although, her hair is kept short and her face is often covered by her attire. Always sporting a red hoodie, it's very easy to notice her.
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    posted a message on The Vault Roleplay [revamped!] We have launched!
    Fixed

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    OOC:

    IGN: Sparky223
    Age: 17
    Why do you want to play on this server?: I like Fallout. Good enough reasoning, right?
    Did you read the rules?: Yeah.

    IC:

    Character Name: Red

    RP Example(not just a conversation between two or more people):

    As strange as it sounded, this lone wastelander actually missed the intense heat of the Mojave. It had been...around four years since the last visit to the land of New Vegas. It felt the same, but looks were always misleading in this section of the wastes. It was easy to recall the memories of the last visit. Involved drinking, gambling, then some problems outside the borders of Freeside with some Fiends. Good times, although the Fiend scuffle did leave some scars from their energy weapons. Vegas had been going through some civil conflict as well, if this waster could recall correctly. It could still be going on, actually.

    Using a free hand to block the intense sunlight, the red-clad wastelander curses silently. There's no one else to hear it, and the figure proceeds to walk away from the abandoned metro station. Grasping the hood of the dark red jacket, the waster pulls it over their head, hiding their expression from the rest of the world. The sunlight was welcoming, but also a cruel reminder of the weeks spent underground. Traveling underground through metro stations was always the safest method of travel, although after the trip from the Divide, there was a bit of doubt. It had been hell back there, but this waster didn't want to waste time trying to travel around the Divide. Only having traveled through the land twice, it was always amazing as to how this lone figure came out alive each time. This trip through payed a heavy toll, as seen by the thick white bandages wrapped around the knee to the ankle. A frag mine had blown up only three days ago, and the waster had been limping ever since.

    Oy, Red.” Hearing the call of someone else, the waster twists around, despite the hesitation in doing so. Another figure walks forward from the metro, a man with a Bramin trailing closely behind. “Thanks for the job defending the caravan on the trip back. I know it was a hassle with your limp knee and all. Take some caps and get yourself a drink for me, alright?”

    Thanks Jim.” Red mutters, grasping the caps with gloved hands. The caps are dropped into a small burlap bag tied to a belt loop. Jim pats the shorter waster on the shoulder, giving the waster a good hand shake as well. “Careful on that knee too. I'd tell you to look out for Raiders, but with that new gun of yours, you should be fine.” Red merely nods, the hood of the red jacket barely exposing the hints of a smile. Jim had been pleasant on the journey and that was a rare find out here. “Don't worry about me, I'll head by Freeside. Get some medical attention.” In all honesty, Red was more concerned for Jim. Shrapnel splinters was the least of this waster's injuries. Jim, on the other hand, wasn't as combat orientated. Red didn't voice these concerns out loud.

    Jim nodded, turning around and heading off in his own direction. Red merely gives a salute, heading towards the faint lights of New Vegas.

    Bio (MUST be AT LEAST 1-2 good paragraphs):

    Born in a Caesar occupied Arizona, Red was raised amongst a rag-tag band of wasters and other orphaned children. At a young age, Red learned how to live off the land and avoid detection of Caesar's men. Showing talent with guns, Red was capable of shooting small prey and contributing food with others in exchange for ammunition and water. It was enough to sustain the small group for several years, but around Red's early teen years, the group separated. Red, being young and thirsting for adventure, decided that exploring the wasteland would bring riches and adventure. Smuggling outside Caesar territory proved to be difficult, but not impossible. From there, Red has been spotted in several different states. Despite these different appearances, one thing has remained constant. Red has always been spotted with the dark red jacket for which this waster has been named. Usually people prove to be curious about Red, mostly because of how secretive and reserved this waster is. Red avoids this, enjoying solitude more then anything.
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    posted a message on The Vault Roleplay [revamped!] We have launched!
    OOC:

    IGN: Sparky223
    Age: 17
    Why do you want to play on this server?: I like Fallout. Good enough reasoning, right?
    Did you read the rules?: Yeah.

    IC:

    Character Name: Red

    RP Example(not just a conversation between two or more people):

    As strange as it sounded, this lone wastelander actually missed the intense heat of the Mojave. It had been...around four years since the last visit to the land of New Vegas. It felt the same, but looks were always misleading in this section of the wastes. It was easy to recall the memories of the last visit. Involved drinking, gambling, then some problems outside the borders of Freeside with some Fiends. Good times, although the Fiend scuffle did leave some scars from their energy weapons. Vegas had been going through some civil conflict as well, if this waster could recall correctly. It could still be going on, actually.

    Using a free hand to block the intense sunlight, the red-clad wastelander curses silently. There's no one else to hear it, and the figure proceeds to walk away from the abandoned metro station. Grasping the hood of the dark red jacket, the waster pulls it over their head, hiding their expression from the rest of the world. The sunlight was welcoming, but also a cruel reminder of the weeks spent underground. Traveling underground through metro stations was always the safest method of travel, although after the trip from the Divide, there was a bit of doubt. It had been hell back there, but this waster didn't want to waste time trying to travel around the Divide. Only having traveled through the land twice, it was always amazing as to how this lone figure came out alive each time. This trip through payed a heavy toll, as seen by the thick white bandages wrapped around the knee to the ankle. A frag mine had blown up only three days ago, and the waster had been limping ever since.

    Oy, Red.” Hearing the call of someone else, the waster twists around, despite the hesitation in doing so. Another figure walks forward from the metro, a man with a Bramin trailing closely behind. “Thanks for the job defending the caravan on the trip back. I know it was a hassle with your limp knee and all. Take some caps and get yourself a drink for me, alright?”

    Thanks Jim.” Red mutters, grasping the caps with gloved hands. The caps are dropped into a small burlap bag tied to a belt loop. Jim pats the shorter waster on the shoulder, giving the waster a good hand shake as well. “Careful on that knee too. I'd tell you to look out for Raiders, but with that new gun of yours, you should be fine.” Red merely nods, the hood of the red jacket barely exposing the hints of a smile. Jim had been pleasant on the journey and that was a rare find out here. “Don't worry about me, I'll head by Freeside. Get some medical attention.” In all honesty, Red was more concerned for Jim. Shrapnel splinters was the least of this waster's injuries. Jim, on the other hand, wasn't as combat orientated. Red didn't voice these concerns out loud.

    Jim nodded, turning around and heading off in his own direction. Red merely gives a salute, heading towards the faint lights of New Vegas.

    Bio (MUST be AT LEAST 1-2 good paragraphs):

    Born in a Raider occupied Arizona, Red was raised amongst a rag-tag band of wasters and other orphaned children. At a young age, Red learned how to live off the land and avoid detection of the various gangs. Showing talent with guns, Red was capable of shooting small prey and contributing food with others in exchange for ammunition and water. It was enough to sustain the small group for several years, but around Red's early teen years, the group separated. Red, being young and thirsting for adventure, decided that exploring the wasteland would bring riches and adventure. Smuggling outside Arizona territory proved to be difficult, but not impossible. From there, Red has been spotted in several different states. Despite these different appearances, one thing has remained constant. Red has always been spotted with the dark red jacket for which this waster has been named. Usually people prove to be curious about Red, mostly because of how secretive and reserved this waster is. Red avoids this, enjoying solitude more then anything.
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    posted a message on [Epoch of Aristonia] - {PvP} - {Factions} - {Magic!} - {Classes} - {Elemental-Combat} - {Territory Based Warfare} - {Closed}
    OOC:
    Minecraft Account Name:Sparky223
    Age?17
    Gender?:Female
    Time-Zone/Country of Residence:California
    On Average what time will you be online and for how long?:A couple hours a day
    Have you read the rules, And do you agree with them?:Yep
    Why do you want to join this server?:Looks pretty awesome

    IC:
    Character Name:Sarah
    Character Gender:Female
    Character Class:Lumberjack
    Character Faction:Wind
    Character Age:19
    Character Background:Sarah was born in Zephyrus Peak to a small family of four. She had a rather brash childhood, often venturing or exploring the surrounding area. Now that's she's older, her urge for adventure and travel has only grown stronger. Currently, Sarah wants to build up a team for exploration and discovery. Her goal is to find great riches and start up a trade caravan to travel the land selling her exotic goods.
    Tell us a little about your Character:Brash and rebellious, Sarah is everything any young teenager represents. Often distracted or absent-minded, she's the type of person that can't stand still, constantly moving about from place to place. Besides that, she's a cheery person and emits a constant glow of energy.
    Did you vote?:Yes
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    posted a message on [1.0.0] [Whitelist] Fallout RP Server: The Nuke is The Future!
    OOC:
    Your ign: Sparky223
    Why did you choose Enclave?: It's Sexy
    What can you offer Enclave?: Redstone. I can use it.
    Do you agree with Enclave's goal?: Cool story bro

    IC:
    Your Character Name: Sarah
    Why do your character wish to join Enclave?: Cause she believes in good Old America
    What are you Character aiming to become in the ranks of Enclave?(If you are unsure view this list: Mechanic
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    posted a message on [1.0.0] [Whitelist] Fallout RP Server: The Nuke is The Future!
    OOC information:
    Your ign: Sparky223
    Your age: 17
    How long do you think you can play a week on the server?: Probably around 1-8 hours I suppose.
    Are you going to download/install Mumble and use it? (You don't have to, it's just a fun way to meet people!): Sure.
    What is the third server rule?: You CAN steal from wastelanders in the wastes!
    Are you mature enough to not rage quit because of a war is started and your faction is losing?: Sure.

    IC Information:
    Your Character's Name: Sarah

    Your Character's Age: 19

    Your Characters Gender: Female

    A Rp Example: (old sample from War Never Changes)

    (old sample from an app I made back on War Never Changes)
    Prospector: Oy Oy OYYYYY! You little ****, why'd you go and do THAT?
    *there's the sound of caps being dragged across a tabletop, followed by snickering*
    Ronnie: What? I had a six to play. Decided it might be nice to make my last caravan a perfect 21. *she says in a neutral tone of voice, but the ever growing smirk and arching eyebrows says differently*
    Prospector: *he rubs at his forehead, leaning back in his old, cracked chair. His mud crusted boots were propped onto the table as he leaned back* Dammit. Wanted to use those caps for a nice shot of whiskey, woulda hit the spot.
    Ronnie: *merely rolls her eyes, gathering her deck of worn cards to shuffle again for another game* Shouldn't have gone off betting then, sir. *she arches the cards, watching them collapse into place before splitting and doing the same again*
    Prospector: oh, don't pull that sir bullcrap on me. That was highway robbery. You come waltzing in here, pulling out that deck of yours, and just askin' for some man to swing along and dare try taking your money.
    Ronnie: And you decided to be the one with the balls to do it?
    Prospector: Eh, don't back away from a challenge to often, yah know? Win some, lose some.
    Ronnie: I ain't nothin special. Just played enough games to know some tricky tricks, that sort of junk.
    Prospector: Or you went up to Vegas to snag as many cards from a casino if you could. You played so many face cards it was driving me crazy, half that deck of yours is kings and queens. You got a brick right there. Throw that deck at some power armored brute and you'd most likely crack his skull even with that helmet.
    Ronnie: *snickers* Well, that is a mighty fine point you got there. Might as well buy a round for the both of us. Best way to spend my winnings, eh?
    Prospector: Bought damn time. I thought I'd be waiting all day.

    Your Characters Biography (make it about a paragraph on how you got into Arizona):

    Sarah lived the casual life of any wastelander. Her parents were both prospectors and had a small residence in a broken down trailer close to Novac. Besides the occasional stray gecko or raider, she lived a relatively peaceful life. When her parents went off exploring, she was given the chance to practice necessary techniques to guarantee that she could survive on her own in the wasteland. It was no surprise to find out that her parents died, probably off exploring some radiated cave. While many expected her to be heart broken, Sarah had been raised to expect the worst. They had died when she was around seventeen. To her, it meant it was time for her to leave the nest and explore the wastes like they had.

    It took her a couple weeks, but she managed to reach Arizona territory. The only problem with that, was that when she did manage to reach Arizona, every faction and their mother decided that she had the right idea. So, while all Sarah wanted was some peace and quiet to scavenge, she now has to deal with a bunch of factions tearing Arizona into two. It sucks.
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    posted a message on Fallout: NUKA BREAK | SPOUT | RP | FACTIONS | CITIZENS | QUESTS | iKingsSGC™
    Out Of Character


    In Game Name: Sparky223


    Age: 17


    Role-Play Experinece (past servers, games, reverent experience): I was on that one Fallout Server called War Never Changes. It was cool, but things got slow when Skyrim came out.


    Why Would you like to join Fallout: Nuka break: It's fallout. Who doesn't like fallout?


    Time You Can Dedicate to the server: As much as I can. I got high school and other things to keep me busy, but I still have weekends.


    Do you understand that the server is not yet launching at this time but rather this post is for the pre-launch advanced white-listing opportunity: Yeah. I understand that. I've gone through this process a couple times. I hope this place does open up soon, though.

    Do you understand that the Fallout: Nuka Break texture pack will be crucial for you to have downloaded and installed : I love Last Days. I had it installed before I found this place, but I have spliced my texture pack with the one you guys have up so I can avoid any problems.


    Do you understand that the SpoutCraft Client Mod will be crucial for you to have downloaded and installed : Yes, I understand this.


    Will you participate in the pre-launch activites on the forums: I don't see why not.


    ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

    In Character


    Name: Sarah. She isn't aware of her last name.


    Gender: Female


    Age: 19


    Appearance:

    If it isn't obvious, Sarah is fairly young. Barely old enough to be an adult, this teenager is known for her shortly cropped brown hair and vibrant blue eyes. Her apparel includes a tough bullet proof vest on top of a white long sleeve shirt, both sleeves rolled up to her elbows. Her jeans are old and ripped, but are still as tough as the day she first found them. She wears a pair of black leather hiking boots that are sturdy enough for the harsh wasteland. She doesn't carry much, so she has no need for a backpack.


    Fears: Hugatrons


    Personality: A splice between independent and stubborn, Sarah is the rough and tough wasteland type. She solves her problems with her fists and a pack of cigarettes, not sweet words or a handful of caps. Thankfully, she isn't down right mean like most of the people you come across, but she is jagged around the edges. So long as someone isn't a raider, she should be fairly tolerant around others. It takes a lot for her to feel


    Occupation: Mercenary


    Skills: Infiltration, Mild Medical Knowledge, Lockpicking


    RP Example (Add Dialogue):

    (old sample from an app I made back on War Never Changes)
    Prospector: Oy Oy OYYYYY! You little ****, why'd you go and do THAT?
    *there's the sound of caps being dragged across a tabletop, followed by snickering*
    Ronnie: What? I had a six to play. Decided it might be nice to make my last caravan a perfect 21. *she says in a neutral tone of voice, but the ever growing smirk and arching eyebrows says differently*
    Prospector: *he rubs at his forehead, leaning back in his old, cracked chair. His mud crusted boots were propped onto the table as he leaned back* Dammit. Wanted to use those caps for a nice shot of whiskey, woulda hit the spot.
    Ronnie: *merely rolls her eyes, gathering her deck of worn cards to shuffle again for another game* Shouldn't have gone off betting then, sir. *she arches the cards, watching them collapse into place before splitting and doing the same again*
    Prospector: oh, don't pull that sir bullcrap on me. That was highway robbery. You come waltzing in here, pulling out that deck of yours, and just askin' for some man to swing along and dare try taking your money.
    Ronnie: And you decided to be the one with the balls to do it?
    Prospector: Eh, don't back away from a challenge to often, yah know? Win some, lose some.
    Ronnie: I ain't nothin special. Just played enough games to know some tricky tricks, that sort of junk.
    Prospector: Or you went up to Vegas to snag as many cards from a casino if you could. You played so many face cards it was driving me crazy, half that deck of yours is kings and queens. You got a brick right there. Throw that deck at some power armored brute and you'd most likely crack his skull even with that helmet.
    Ronnie: *snickers* Well, that is a mighty fine point you got there. Might as well buy a round for the both of us. Best way to spend my winnings, eh?
    Prospector: Bought damn time. I thought I'd be waiting all day.


    Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs and must relate to the server backstory in 4 different ways):

    Sarah lived the casual life of any wastelander. Her parents were both prospectors and had a small residence in a broken down trailer close to Novac. Besides the occasional stray gecko or raider, she lived a relatively peaceful life. When her parents went off exploring, she was given the chance to practice necessary techniques to guarantee that she could survive on her own in the wasteland. It was no surprise to find out that her parents died, probably off exploring some radiated cave. While many expected her to be heart broken, Sarah had been raised to expect the worst. They had died when she was around seventeen. To her, it meant it was time for her to leave the nest and explore the wastes like they had.

    Staying clear of the legion infested Nipton, she began to realize that the wasteland was going to ****. With the Brotherhood working with NCR, the arise of the Legion, and the slow take over of the Enclave, she was stuck in the middle of some serious political issues. Needless to say, she wasn't too happy about the developments. Of course, she couldn't do anything against it. From there on, Sarah made sure to travel in the most isolated parts of the wastes, keeping to herself. It was two years later that she returned to Novac, seeming the same as the day she left. Apparently, during that two year gap, she had traveled off to Zion Valley and some parts of Utah for exploration. While she didn't find much, she did manage to make quiet a bit of caps by selling what she had found. Of course, not much has changed in her brief absence, and she's rather disappointed to see that the factions haven't fought it out yet.
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    posted a message on SKYCRAFT [NO WHITELIST] 1.0 IP: SKYCRAFT.GAME.NFOSERVERS.COM - /HARDCORE/TOWNS/MONEY/CLASSES/MAGIC/ABILITIES/CUSTOM-CODED - 2
    Name: Sparky223
    IGN: Sparky223
    Reason for joining: Cool server
    Previous Bans: None
    Do you like TNT: Not really.
    Have you joined the sever yet: Yeah. I'm trying to.
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    posted a message on ☯♔ SkyCraft ♔☯ [NO WHITELIST] IP: skycraft.game.nfoservers.com - /Hardcore/Towns/Money/Classes/Magic/Abilities/Custom-Coded - 24
    Name: Sparky223
    IGN: Sparky223
    Reason for joining: Cool server
    Previous Bans: None
    Do you like TNT: Not really.
    Have you joined the sever yet: Yeah. I'm trying to.
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    posted a message on [NO WHITELIST][1.4.4] ‡‡ Mystic Realms Network ‡‡ MMORPG // Towny // PvP Servers ‡‡ [Arenas][Spells][Battlegrounds][Dungeons][Qu
    Age: 17
    IGN: Sparky223
    Why should we include you?

    I needed a new server to hang out on. This place looks pretty legit.
    Posted in: PC Servers
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    posted a message on Fallout: War Never Changes REBORN! Tons More Features and Epic Hardcore Role-Play Meet Again!
    Quote from Colbinile

    Yay! The server just came out. All people tell me your IGN and I'll whitelist ya'.


    OH **** IT'S OUT.

    IGN: Sparky223

    ACCEPTED ON PAGE 389~
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