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    posted a message on The Elder Scrolls: Gold Coast - Serious Roleplay Server

    oh golly gee launch is soon

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    posted a message on ☢Fallout: A Nuclear Winter☢ [Serious RP]
    Quote from LadyTako»

    OOC:

    Minecraft Username: LadyTako

    Age: 16

    Definition of meta gaming: Using info that was gained OOc for IC purposes. Ex: Person A listens to Person B and Person C through a brick wall and then goes spreads all the info they learned to everyone they meet

    Definition of power gaming: Making you're character over powered and/or unbeatable. Also forcing another character to do something without giving them reaction time Ex: Person A pulls out a dagger and stabs Person B

    What is your past experience in RP, Fallout or otherwise?: No Fallout RP, bu I've played New Vegas if that matters. I've played on Valenor RP server since last April (was known as Caeldor then) which is a medieval RP server

    IC:

    Name: Tera Asher

    Age: 24

    Appearance: Tera is a tall lady, at 6'. She has steel grey eyes, long dark brown hair pulled into a braid over her right shoulder, and tan skin, that's perpetually covered in dust. She wears a white shirt that's been turned yellow-brown from dirt. Over that she wears a brown over shirt with sleeves that come to her elbows. She had leather gloves that only come to the base of each finger, leaving her fingers exposed. She wears dark grey shorts that stop mid thigh, with a knife in a sheath on a strap that sits just above her knee. She has old combat boots that are cracking and dirty. She carries around a backpack with a strap that goes across her torso, for anything she finds useful.

    Personality: Tera is a sharp-witted, determined, practical, girl. She's usually considered to be quiet, always observing, often in the background. She prefers to not get caught up in other peoples business, but sometimes it can't be avoided. She's also not very trusting, often only telling people what she has to.

    Backstory: Born a weeks journey away from New York, Tera was forced to grow up fast. Her mother and father were common wastelanders. They had a small homestead, with a few Brahmin cattle and a small crop field. They had meager wages, often barely scraping by. Tera helped where she could, but there wasn't much for her to do, so she often wandered around, looking for ways to keep herself entertained. She found odds and ends to tinker with, teaching herself how to fix broken things. As she grew up, she got better at finding things, fixing things. As she grew older, she became more curious about the world around her, and also more defiant. Her parents never wanted her to go too far away, worried she would get hurt. When they weren't looking, she would sneak some supplies from the small storage they had, and prepare her pack for the next day. She always left before dawn, as the sun was rising, so she would have to whole day to do what she wanted. She would returned that night, or the next morning, exhausted and covered in more grime than normal, with minor cuts and bruises, much to her parents dislike. They tried many times to stop her from leaving, but it never worked. No matter what they did, they couldn't stop her from scavenging, looking for new things to play with, to learn about. When she was 20, she found a caravan on one of her trips, traveling merchants. Once she learned what they were about, traveling places, learning things, meeting people, she wanted to join them. They would allow her, for a price. She had to work for them. Scavenge for them, scout for them. So she agreed, gathered her few belongings, such as her pack and a dirty knife she found in a lock box, and set off with them. She worked for them for a few years, learning how to do defend herself, and all about the people the merchants traded with. After these few years though, she wanted out of the trader life. So, when they were a days or so travel from New York, she did what she had done many times in the past, gathering her things and leaving before the sun rises. She had been walking nearly the whole day, and it was almost dusk when she saw the edge of the town she had been going for. There it was, the place where her life started over again.

    TUNNEL SNAKES RULE!


    Right.


    I don't see any problems with this application, though personally I believe that the personality should be just a little bit longer!


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    posted a message on ☢Fallout: A Nuclear Winter☢ [Serious RP]
    Quote from GaloreOrc»

    OOC:

    Minecraft Username: GaloreOrc

    Age: 17

    Definition of meta gaming: Using Out of Character information in Character, like knowing the location of something OOC and having your character go to the location for loot or something that you know is there.

    Definition of power gaming: Forcing actions apon others in an all powerful manner, sometimes being able to do something your character normally doesn't have the ability to do, such as falling off a building and surviving a fall that would kill a normal human.

    What is your past experience in RP, Fallout or otherwise?: I have been in multiple Fallout Roleplay servers in the past, (all of which have died) Multiple medieval/fantasy Roleplay servers. Included I have played all of the fallout games, all from 1 to New vegas, including the unpopular strategy games. Plus all the newer elder scroll games.

    IC:

    Name: Markus

    Age: 29

    Appearance: His hair dark. He mostly wears a large trench coat with thick jeans and an undershirt. he lacks scars or any defining facial features besides beard and the dirt and grime that coats most of his exposed skin.

    Personality: Mostly solitary, he keeps to himself and his machines, he tends to be a drinker, traveling to hotspots to trade and barter off his scav'ed items. He can be fairly Charismatic when he needs to be.

    Backstory:

    Markus was originally born on the outskirts of Boston. Taken as a child by the Commonwealth, a tight-knit group of mechanics and scientists who despise "most" outside of the Commonwealth, which is why they take the young, to raise them in their ways. He was raised a Mechanic by a man named Emerson, Emery for short. Emery had always had his own view on the Commonwealth, He viewed their attitude towards outsiders as wrong, and had always wanted an out. However he knew if he tried to escape they would find and terminate him, for the secrets of the Commonwealth had to be KEPT secret. So he kept his thoughts to himself and his Apprentice, Markus, Markus grew up under the Commonwealths relative safety, he was kept Well-fed and Well sheltered under his Master. He had always loved to watch the master Mechanics work, creating androids, restoring robots, even repairing vehicles. Emery had spent years with Markus teaching him the craft and the ins-and-outs of many different mechanisms, from weapons, to robots, to power armor. Though Markus could only get his hands dirty every so often. He knew one day he would become a great mechanic.

    As he grew older, he and his skill with a wrench improved. There was inner turmoil brewing with the Commonwealth, Emry inlcuded, as the years passed Emry grew more and more impatient. Being a lower Mechanic, Markus could only sit back and watch as his chapter dealt with more and more problems. Eventually around the time he turned 17, Markus was forced to learn combat training from the Commonwealth as they needed fighters for their cause. With basic firearm and energy weaponry training, Markus returned to Emry's guidance, Unhappy with where things were going, Emry had hatched an escape plan. Markus was hesitant to join at first, knowing the consequences if they were caught, believing he was to be safe under the Commonwealth, but Emry eventually persuaded him to follow him into the Wastes, Markus agreed to help him out. They worked on Emrys plan together when they had the chance.

    As Markus aged to 20 the plan was about to come to its final stage, their years of gathering materials for escape were not to be for nothing. The night approached, when they would make their escape. It was to be during the next night-time Raider attack on their Chapter. The circumstances were perfect for their plan, a large group of well-armed raiders were approaching their Chapter, as the Raiders neared they neared the area where the defense was to be held. As the night time fell, and the fighting began, they gathered their gear and began to leave. During their escape, they were sighted by a patrolling Android, and Emry caught a bullet during their escape. Even though they made it out, Emry would not survive long unless he saw medical attention, and since their inexperience outside the walls of their Chapter. They would not find it in time, and Emry would pass. Markus went into a depression, but he kept he kept his wits about him and pushed on. The plan was to get as far away from the Commonwealth as possible, so he went south. He knew New York was a large sprawling place to hide out at, with many opportunities for an experienced mechanic.

    Tunnel Snakes Rule!


    Hey, GaloreOrc! I've gotta say, I like your backstory.. However, there's a few problems before you can be accepted.


    First off, the Commonwealth is ACTUALLY the name of the area, not any faction, though I understand you mean the institute.

    Secondly, while they're not bad you REALLY need to put some extra beef into your personality and appearance - flesh out how he acts to certain types of situations, things he likes in people, any quirks.. For appearance, try outlining more about him! You have a pretty basic description, and it's not something you'd explicitly be denied over, but please put more depth into..


    Last of all, I'm not exactly sure if we're permitting character to BE from the Institute/Boston area, as we don't actually know the details about the faction. If you could change it so it doesn't include them, or any in-depth knowledge greater then just cursory 'oh these guys exist', it'd be great. Can just change the wording and the mentions of the faction to a separate group so you don't need to completely redo your biography, maybe just change it to a collection of intelligent and xenophobic wastelanders.



    But only for now!

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    posted a message on ☢Fallout: A Nuclear Winter☢ [Serious RP]

    Fixed it.

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    posted a message on ☢Fallout: A Nuclear Winter☢ [Serious RP]

    Whitelist application:

    OOC:

    Minecraft Username: Wolfie_Seekar

    Age: 16.

    Definition of meta gaming: Unless I'm expected to go terribly in depth with a concept that any RPer should know, I'll break it down swiftly. 'Meta gaming' is using information acquired out of character to influence and determine what you do in character.

    Definition of power gaming: Performing acts your character would not realistically be able to accomplish. That, or the other widely accepted meaning of forcing actions on people.

    What is your past experience in RP, Fallout or otherwise?: I'm so heavily irradiated from all the toxicity people who come near me need to wear hazmat suits.

    IC:

    Name: Hughbert Goldstein, otherwise known as 'Texas Red'

    Age: 225 years a ghoul.

    Appearance:

    He's about 5'7 with a long dusty red coat on and eyes that don't quite seem to have colour any more. His shirt's a standard affair long-sleeved black polyester with a few tears and holes in the fabric.. His pants are crisp blue jeans with several holes in them around the knees and calves, some looking to be bullet holes and others just weathering from a hundred years of use.


    Personality:


    Hughbert's your stereotypical western villain with a heart of gold. He's quick to anger and quicker to draw his gun in any instance where there's danger. In terms of how he acts with 'others', there's not much to it. Zilch. Nada. He really hates most meatbags for being useless sacks of loot that have no use and no skill with anything in this absolute trashbin of a world, but if finding one he deems worthwhile he'll probably try to get to know him.


    Backstory:


    October 23rd 2077.


    In the time before this day, Hughbert was nothing more then a cog in the great and expansive machine that was the industrialist and capitalist haven known only as 'America, land of the free'. Even to himself little about Hughbert's 'first' life is known by himself, having been lost to the ever-grasping claws of time and failing cognitive abilities. At the date that will be remembered throughout all mankinds records as the beginning of the most cataclysmic events in Human history, a certain strapping young lad working in the economic sector of the Big Apple'd been visiting his mother in Albany on one of the few 'personal days' he's granted every year. In fact, they'd been in the middle of a particularly enthralling conversation regarding the state of the Silverbergs, old friends of the Goldstein Family with the soothing tones of the radio on in the background playing "Big Iron" when there was the jarring screech that signaled an emergency broadcast.


    "This is the Emergency Broadcast System. Important information and a message from the President of the United States will follow this tone." The first reaction for both mother and descendant was a stunned shock and following silence as he looked towards his mother with fear in his eyes and slowly rose to his feet, knees shaking. "Keep listening, I'm going to go see if anyone knows anything outside.."


    Huhghbert's mother called out behind him, "Just wait, Hughbie! The president'll tell us what happened in a moment!" The words were simply water running through one ear and out the other, failing to hear the sound words of reasoning. With quick feet pattering against the comfortable carpet and tile mixture of the decidedly middle class house's floor he scurried to the doorway and wedged it open, where many others were doing the same. Quick flits of observation between each group'd came up with no new information besides confusion among the populace scattered about the streets of town. On the hunt for a police vehicle or something - anything - that'd tell him what the matter is, time almost seemed to stop existing to him. Why he didn't just turn around nobody'll ever know, but he eventually found what he was looking for. The black and white of a police cruiser, one door open with no officer in sight but the soothing tones of the radio still playing as he keeled over it's hood, out of breath..


    Moments later came one of the many warheads that hit all across the seaboard, wiping out a large portion of the city in the blast. Where the impact hit didn't occur to him as the earth shook, throwing him off his feet and causing him to smash headfirst into a wall, sending him into a never ending veil of darkness.


    Within 48 hours of the impact.


    When he awoke, there was a terrible pain encompassing him. He couldn't see, he could barely breathe, and it felt as if every bone in his body had been snapped in two every time he moved. A thick layer of dust coated him, black residue. It was clear that something'd happened, a particular smell in the air and many building seeming to have been hammered. The police car, gods preserve it, was still there when he woke up, though much worse for wear.


    Hughbert crawled - no, dragged himself towards where it had been, vomiting up what he could only assume (and felt like) were his internal organs onto the ground. His hands clawed along as he left that precious moisture behind him, sight slowly starting to come back. As he looked down at this hands he saw them raw and bloody from where they'd scratched against the pavement, chunks of flesh left behind where pink and bloody skin was on his hand. Managing to pull himself into the seat of the vehicle he gasped in agony, taking a few long moments to think but found only searing agony in the back of his mind, unable to recall even his own name, or the name of his mother who he had been visting - even of the visit in total.. Bloody and raw hands scrabbled over the dashboard of the police vehicle, failing to close around the nob and further bloodying it for many a try till he locked his digits about it and twisted, the faint static of a dead radio station flickering to life.


    "..widespread damage across the coa-.." He turned the dial once more.. "..messages from the president, communication dead.." and so he turned and twisted many times till the soft tunes of Marty Robbins flickered on... "To the tone of Agua Fria a stranger rode one day, nobody asked his business..." It was followed by many hacks and subsequent vomitting as he checked the dials on the dashboard once more, seeing if any fuel was left over.


    A hundred years later.


    For Texas Red, watching the world slowly piece itself together from atomic ash was slow and as boring as hell and every second he watched people quibble over idiotic arguments pained him. Watching a world that could be so cruel to itself carry on slicing it's fingers off to spite the hand. As the god-in-the box told him back when, it wasn't the job of Texas Red to communicate with ignorant Humans excessively, for he was an outlaw born from the ruins of whatever the hell they called the concrete jungle. Though, he never understood where this 'Ranger' who was hunting him was - it made him even more careful then God-in-the-Box says, never putting himself at risk to make money in the wide hilly wastelands of New York.


    As for his time in between cities and the occasional roadside mugging, he'd picked up some souvenirs in his wide and long travels, having covered much of the North-Eastern region of the USA. On a trip to the ruins of something called 'Philly' he'd stumbled upon an ancient antique revolver on the corpse of some insignificant bum on the road. Thinking back to God-in-the-Box, he picked it up and clicked on the safety, sliding it onto a notch between his pants and belt.


    Present Day


    The 'Big Apple.' A place as good as any for Texas Red to find new targets and let the heat he'd gathered out west die down. A new start to the same old adventure was all he'd thought about. It certainly wouldn't be the first time he's swung by this city - but hey, who knows? Maybe the people here'll be just well.



    tunnel snakes eat defe- rule

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    posted a message on Tyrenale: After the Fall - Hardcore Roleplaying Server
    Can't wait for the new map!
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    posted a message on Tyrenale: After the Fall - Hardcore Roleplaying Server
    Pretty original stuff over here.
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    posted a message on CLOSED)☢ FALLOUT: Ashes of Our Fathers ☢ [24/7][Serious RolePlay][Real-life Locations][Factions]
    Quote from brownwidow

    OOC: Out of Character
    IGN: brownwidow
    Age: 17
    Time you can dedicate: Between work and school, 10-40 hours a week.
    Why us?: I used to play on some other RP Post-Apoc. servers, like From Ashes. I enjoyed it, but there weren't enough people and I believe it died of shortly after I left.
    Define Role-Playing in your words: Roll Playing is putting yourself were a character stands, and making choices as that character would. An example of a bad RP would be having an inconsistent character, killing innocents one minute then helping to heal a man back to health the next.
    Define Meta-gaming in your words: Meta gaming is using OOC information to aid your in game character. An example of this is hearing an OOC conversation in global chat and using that in game with your character. To avoid this, don't know what your character does not know.
    Define Power-gaming in your words: Power gaming is when a player does an action to another player without allowing for the other player to react. Examples of this would be *Hits over head*, when it should be *attempts to hit over head*. On some servers, you have a limited time to respond, and if you fail to reply in that time the action happens.

    God Modding: You cannot do things that your character could not do. Examples being flying, coming back from the dead, shooting an immense range accurately, carrying immense amount of weight, or taking several bullets and being unaffected.
    Did you join our website? Yes, I did.

    IC: In Character
    Name: Raul Malendez
    Nickname: Brown Boy, Brownboy, Brown
    Age: 27
    Gender: Male
    Appearance: Charcoal Black hair medium lenght, goatee, brown eyes, normally serious or determined faced with a "butt-chin". Wears bandanna's as a sweat guard. Green over shirt with white tank top underneath. Blue jeans. Always carries a backpack with him, as it was a gift from his father. Brown boots. Not particularly strong, but adapt enough to do basic wasteland survival. Hispanic in race.
    Personality: Caring, but determined to survive. Wants to help other's, but will kill if his life is at stake. Brownboy will take action to help another in trouble, unless doing so is suicidal. Brownboy will, in the end, do what is necessary to survive, but will help others if possible.( Machiavellism, if thats a term (if its not, it should be))
    In-game RP example: **Brownboy arrives at the store, in need of water an ammo. Two men were standing outside, and another two inside, one being the shop keeper.**

    *Brownboy notices the Shopkeeper looks nervious, and goes for his gun*
    Unknown man: "That wont help you, mate."
    Brownboy: "And why not?"
    Unknown man: "For on one, not so good odds"
    *Brown Boy notices a third figure inside, hiding in a darker corner of the shop, wearing a large hat and aiming a pistol at him.*
    Unknown Man: "Pull it out slowly, and put it on the floor."
    *Brownboy thinks for a moment, then does as asked*
    Unknown Man: "Thanks, now, please stand still."
    *The Unknown man walks over to Brownboy, putting away his pistol, which makes a loud click in its holster.*
    *Brownboy, hearing the queue of a holstered weapon, turns around and tries to punch the man in the face.*
    *The hit lands, but before another could be done, Brownboy is shot at by the other man inside the Shop.*
    Unknown man: “That’s enough of that, now.”
    *The man, seeing Brownboy looking the other way, knocks him out from behind.*
    *Brownboy faints*


    *Brownboy wakes up, seeing a sack over his face. He can hear voices, but is not sure were they are or who is speaking them. His hearing is ringing, and he cannot make out the words.*

    *Brownboy tires to move, but finds he is bound at his wrists and ankles.*

    *The bag over his head is suddenly removed, revealing a large, pearl white man with no hair and a large nose, smoking a large cigar. Brownboy also notices his eyes are a strange color of brown-red.*

    Big Nosed Man: “So, awake are we? Nice to see you up and about. Care for tea?”

    *Brownboy notices the voice of the man is the same as the one who knocked him out. The man then goes to give Brownboy a can of urine, still hot and steaming.*

    Brownboy: “No thanks, Im good. Now, were am I, and why am I here?”

    *The man, still pushing the cup of to Brownboy’s lips, merely smiles, an insane and tourmented smile. A smile of one who enjoys torture, who loves to hear a victim scream.*

    *Brown then, using his head, knocks the cup out of the mans hand. The man watches it as it clatters on the ground, then looks back, with the same grin, at Brownboy.*

    Big Nose: “Well, that was not very nice, was it? I suppose you should get some sunlight!”

    *At this, the man removes the cealing, a simple cloth under a plate of tin, allowing sunlight to pour in.*

    Big Nose: “A few hours under that, and you’ll be talking.”

    Brownboy: “Talking about what? You have asked me no questions.”

    Big Nose: “I know who you work for. I know what you are doing here. You will tell me all about your little group of “friends”.”

    Brownboy: “What friends? I only know of one, and he should be on his way to New Vegas by now!”

    Big Nose: “Your group of bandits, the ones who hit our cap two days ago! We caught word that that petty shopkeeper bought their goods, so we were there to kill him. After we caught you, so now you are going to tell me were they are, or bake under this sun.”

    Brownboy: “I seriously do not know what you are talking about. Me and my only friend in this hell hole of a world split up, I was to go a bit further north to see to some business, and he was to meet me in New Vegas. I don’t know…”

    *At this, an explosion is heard in the not-so-far off distance*

    *Big Nose runs off, in the direction of the explosion, but is cut down by bullets well before he gets there*

    *A few men go to the corpse, but they too are cut down. A single man, dressed in red and green, jumps in from a hole in the ceiling. After checking the bodies to be dead, he approaches Brownboy slowly.*

    Red/Green Man: “Well, it seems you got it lucky. When we saw the roof to this side room drawn, we knew they had a captive. Other’s of our group are attacking other parts of the compound. Seeing how you are a prisoner, these men cannot be your friends. I will take you out of here, to a secondary camp of ours, if you would let me.”

    Brownboy: “Anything is better then listening to that bald man over there.”

    *Brownboy is helped out of the camp, and is lead a few miles away. Although he lost his gear, he is still alive with cloths on his back. Better then he has come out before.*

    Brownboy: “So, who are you? The one’s he mentioned? Attacking innocents to sell gear at the Merchant near Still River?”

    Red/Green Man: “Yes, we sell to the Merchant near Still River, but we do not kill innocents. We scavenge the nearby ruins of Germanville, and sell to that man. We found him dead, and signs of them dragging another body to their camp. I presume that was you? Anyways, what will do now?”

    Brownboy: “I need to finish my goal, up here. Then I will move on. Thank you, for your help.”

    *The man in the Red and Green gives Brownboy a canteen, filled with water*

    Red/Green: “Good luck. May Jernivla keep you safe.”

    **Brownboy then walkes off, to the north, to continue his journey and eventual meet up with his friend in New Vegas.*



    Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs)
    Raul was born in Tuscon. His heritage has been Hispanic since before the Great War, however just recently, his grandfather, was his family moved to what was known as the US. His young life was spent in a small tin shack, growing small amounts of food and keeping the water bucket filled. His father, as his mother told him time and time again, was killed and eaten by Mole Rats. His mother, Maria, was a strict and obedience driven. She demanded he respect her and all others. One day, however, Raul was out scavenging at the age of 16. He came home to find the small village wiped out. His mother missing. Upon searching his mother, he found a picture of him and his mother clenched in her hand. It had cost them a full 60 caps, but it was worth the memorie. He removed the picture, but found a note scribbled on the back. It read "Dear Son, I will always love you. Do not bury me, I was born in the air, I wish to die in the air. Not in the cold ground with the worms. Go on, live your life. Do not let my death stop your life. Your loving mother". From then on, Raul has lived to live. To stay alive simply to see another day. It is what his mother wished, to survive as long as he could, doing good when he could, but evil when necessary. From saving an orphan to leaving an old man to die, he will live. He will stay alive. His first goal, survival. His second, being a good person. His third, to not die from a mole rat. **I would like to point out the backpack was left behind by the father for the son when he turned 10, as his father had done and his father before that, however the father died before Raul's 10th birthday, so it was a gift from his dead father. Just some clarification.**

    *Powers up Pip-Boy 3000*


    --The first small problem is the large amount of smaller grammar errors. This is perfectly find and I wouldn’t deny you for that, but try to be cautious once you’re on server.

    --His concept is pretty good, but I’d like you to add more to his personality and backstory in general- nobody is the pinnacle of good or EVIIIL. Try to add some personality flaws and other traits to him. Also tell me about how he is to friends, strangers, and enemies- kind, warm,

    --When they say two paragraphs, they mean as a minimum. I’m sorry for hardballing you here, but the character just feels… Kind of cardboard. I get his family dying, but how does it effect him emotionally? How was his family life, major events? Any friends from the town, loves? Just put more depth

    --Sorry, but Denied for now! I look forward to your next app, your RP example is refreshing.
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    posted a message on CLOSED)☢ FALLOUT: Ashes of Our Fathers ☢ [24/7][Serious RolePlay][Real-life Locations][Factions]
    Quote from ARNEL11

    I wanted to keep my app small...I'm sorry I swear I am. This isn't troll app its just I was in a hurry when I made it I swear. I will re-do it with way more detail and I will fix my back-story. Also I did say I took out "as many as I could" not all or most of them. That's why he quickly packed his valuables and ran away, abandoning the destroyed town and his first and final home.Also I wasn't trying to flame him or offended his app, I felt bad cause he was getting declined left and right so I wanted to give him a tip. I'm sorry I swear I am.


    It's fine, I was being grouchy.

    just try to put some more effort in for the next one, if you're still interested.
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    posted a message on CLOSED)☢ FALLOUT: Ashes of Our Fathers ☢ [24/7][Serious RolePlay][Real-life Locations][Factions]
    Quote from jurn77

    Well, I'll try my best if that's the case. Like to see what other admins say as well.

    Thanks for a quick reply.


    No problem. If anyone upper staff get on, I'll ask them for you.

    Letting you know though, chances are really slim if you apply for it as your first character- they usually save "special" characters for people who've been around for a while.
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    posted a message on CLOSED)☢ FALLOUT: Ashes of Our Fathers ☢ [24/7][Serious RolePlay][Real-life Locations][Factions]
    Quote from jurn77

    Are we allowed to roleplay other than Human? Such as an Alien? I've seen people submit applications for Ghouls and such, Considering Aliens are within lore and featured in every Fallout game (in one way or another). I already have a good basis on the backstory but won't waste my time to submit it if they are not allowed.

    Thanks.


    Don't think so- if your app is amazing, you might have a chance.
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    posted a message on CLOSED)☢ FALLOUT: Ashes of Our Fathers ☢ [24/7][Serious RolePlay][Real-life Locations][Factions]
    Quote from Roflninja203

    WOLFIE! You have no authority to PERMANENTLY DENY THAT FAST!

    Your Perma-deny is UNNECESSARY AND A BAD EXAMPLE OF WHITELISTING!

    You need to run that level of denial by a staff first! You need to give them a chance in re-applying AND you do not say that to them! YOU ARE ACTING UNPROFESSIONAL AND BEING A BAD EXAMPLE OF WHITELISTERS!

    Using the words you just did is uncalled for, I advise you apologize and lift the deny. . . .


    My apologies to him, but let's be honest here, how is it possible to consider it not a troll app?

    'pulls out a badly crafted mini gun and kills most of the raiders'

    especially after someone who was flaming others and calling their apps bad.

    The permanent bit was more sarcasm, removed it.
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    posted a message on CLOSED)☢ FALLOUT: Ashes of Our Fathers ☢ [24/7][Serious RolePlay][Real-life Locations][Factions]
    Quote from ARNEL11


    -Define God-Modding in your words:God-Modding might also be known as Twinking or using game cheats to become Invincible. Examples are, going "linkdead", and then saying nothing happened. Going non-com in the middle of a fight. Instantly fading a scene for no reason given. Or taking things OOC when RP does not go how you want. Also, claiming your character is all powerfull, or a god with no weaknesses, is just stupidly dumb.

    **In Character**

    Personality:He is pretty charming but has the worst luck in the world. He can't run that fast because he is a large guy but he can handle big guns and large armors. He is amazing at melee weapons but when it comes to smaller weapons like assault rifles, snipers, and pistols, his aim can be a little off. He never liked any of the factions but the Brotherhood, since his father was in it.
    In-game RP example: (Include dialog)
    Chiron:*Sits near some bushes, trying to start a fire to keep him warm at night when he hears a noise behind him, he slowly grabs his Bowie knife and keeps it in front of him with a strong grip*
    Raider 1: *Sniffs* Give me your caps, and that revolver of yours old man, and no one gets hurt!
    Raider 2 & 3: *Laugh and cough*
    Chiron: *Sighs* You boys should turn around, I pack a pretty good punch, ya'know? *Smiles*
    Raider 3: Yea!? So do I! *Swings at Chiron with his nailed bat at his left shoulder*
    Chiron: *Dodges the hit and try's to stab the raider in the foot"
    Raider 3: *Has his foot nailed to the ground from the Bowie Knife and screams*
    Raider 2: Shoots at Chiron with his rifle*
    Raider 1: Kill that son of a bi*ch! *Attempts to help Raider 2*
    Chiron: *Takes cover behind a rock and attempts to shoot the raider from behind the rock*
    Raider 3: *Is hit and falls to the ground slowly dieing* Mama? Is that you? *Dies*
    Raider 2: *Takes out the knife from his foot and cry's some more as he try's to pick up the dead Raider 3's rifle*
    Raider 1:*Takes his Assault Rifle and shoots at Chiron* Die you *******!
    Chiron: *Gets hit in his left arm but his shooting arm, the right, is fine* YOU CAN DO BETTER THEN THAT! *Shoots all 6 rounds at Raider 2 as he attempts to crawl to the rifle*
    Raider 2: *Gets hit in the arm, then in the head and falls to the ground, dead.*
    Raider 1: Nooo! You will pay you f*cking *****! *Fires at Chiron*
    Chiron: *Badly wounded from the shot taking by his left arm, he uses his stimpack, which makes him feel a little better* Oh bring it on you punk! *Shoots his last 6 rounds at the raider*
    Raider 1: Gets hit in the arm as the other bullets hit the rock next to him, he drops his gun, and begins to go for it*

    -Chiron: *Runs for his knife and try's to stab Raider 1 in the chest*
    Raider 1: *Is stabbed and falls to the ground* I hope you burn in hell! *He says his last words in pain and dies*

    Background: (Be detailed and in-depth. Also explain how you came to be in Salt Lake City.)

    -1bHis father, never knew his own last name so he adopted the towns and so did Chiron. Chiron's father died when Chiron was 8 and ever since then he lived in Underwood as a orphan child. Chiron met a weapon's smith not far from Underwood, the weapon's smith showed Chiron how to repair weapons and even craft some with old parts.

    -2bThe Smith was a old man, but looked young from his appearance. One morning when Chiron was 14 he went up the hill and found the Smith dead. 3 bullet wounds in his chest and two dead raider's next to him. Chiron adopted the old Smith shop and began to create weapons for the town.

    -3bChiron one morning woke up to the smell of fire, and next to him Underwood was in flames. Raiders were attacking it and Chiron was too busy sleeping.

    -4bHe grabbed his poorly crafted Minigun and took down as many raiders as possible, he was tired. He quickly packed up and valuables he had and and ran away

    -5bforever wanting to kill ever raider he finds.



    The backstory has a massive amount of cliches in it and massive traces of powergaming.

    He's not awoken by sounds of screaming and fire?

    Then he gets a minigun and somehow kills them all? When did he get this minigun?

    Your RP example is also extremely showing of power-gaming.

    Also I'm pretty sure if his father was Brotherhood, he'd be born into the brotherhood.

    PS--Your godmodding definition is incorrect.

    PPS-- Please try to put effort into your application, though I did get a good laugh.
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    posted a message on CLOSED)☢ FALLOUT: Ashes of Our Fathers ☢ [24/7][Serious RolePlay][Real-life Locations][Factions]
    Quote from ARNEL11

    **Out of Character**
    IGN:bholub
    Age:15
    How did you find us?A Youtube video that I liked a long time ago, but never really looked into it.
    What Roleplay experience do you have?I've played on more then 5 RP servers, but they all fell because of funding problems. I've played Fallout 3 and NV and beat them all, and all of their endings. I completely beat NV on hardcore mode and all of its endings on that mode. I am a HUGE RP fan and I am really good at it.
    Define Meta-gaming in your words:To us OOC info, IC. Example- You give your assassin the location of a target, but your RP character never obtained this info.
    Define Power-gaming in your words: RP'ing with an unfair advantage or not giving another player a chance. Example- "Stabs him in the back killing him instantly"
    Define God-Modding in your words:God-Modding might also be known as Twinking or using game cheats to become Invincible. Examples are, going "linkdead", and then saying nothing happened. Going non-com in the middle of a fight. Instantly fading a scene for no reason given. Or taking things OOC when RP does not go how you want. Also, claiming your character is all powerfull, or a god with no weaknesses, is just stupidly dumb.

    **In Character**
    Name: Chiron Underwood
    Nickname: (Optional)
    Age: 34
    Gender:Male
    Appearance:Large with pretty buff arms, he wears a gray shirt with grey pants, and has a nice brown belt with a brown strap around his chest and back to hold any weapons.
    Personality:He is pretty charming but has the worst luck in the world. He can't run that fast because he is a large guy but he can handle big guns and large armors. He is amazing at melee weapons but when it comes to smaller weapons like assault rifles, snipers, and pistols, his aim can be a little off. He never liked any of the factions but the Brotherhood, since his father was in it.
    In-game RP example: (Include dialog)
    Chiron:*Sits near some bushes, trying to start a fire to keep him warm at night when he hears a noise behind him, he slowly grabs his Bowie knife and keeps it in front of him with a strong grip*
    Raider 1: *Sniffs* Give me your caps, and that revolver of yours old man, and no one gets hurt!
    Raider 2 & 3: *Laugh and cough*
    Chiron: *Sighs* You boys should turn around, I pack a pretty good punch, ya'know? *Smiles*
    Raider 3: Yea!? So do I! *Swings at Chiron with his nailed bat at his left shoulder*
    Chiron: *Dodges the hit and try's to stab the raider in the foot"
    Raider 3: *Has his foot nailed to the ground from the Bowie Knife and screams*
    Raider 2: Shoots at Chiron with his rifle*
    Raider 1: Kill that son of a bi*ch! *Attempts to help Raider 2*
    Chiron: *Takes cover behind a rock and attempts to shoot the raider from behind the rock*
    Raider 3: *Is hit and falls to the ground slowly dieing* Mama? Is that you? *Dies*
    Raider 2: *Takes out the knife from his foot and cry's some more as he try's to pick up the dead Raider 3's rifle*
    Raider 1:*Takes his Assault Rifle and shoots at Chiron* Die you *******!
    Chiron: *Gets hit in his left arm but his shooting arm, the right, is fine* YOU CAN DO BETTER THEN THAT! *Shoots all 6 rounds at Raider 2 as he attempts to crawl to the rifle*
    Raider 2: *Gets hit in the arm, then in the head and falls to the ground, dead.*
    Raider 1: Nooo! You will pay you f*cking *****! *Fires at Chiron*
    Chiron: *Badly wounded from the shot taking by his left arm, he uses his stimpack, which makes him feel a little better* Oh bring it on you punk! *Shoots his last 6 rounds at the raider*
    Raider 1: Gets hit in the arm as the other bullets hit the rock next to him, he drops his gun, and begins to go for it*
    Chiron: *Runs for his knife and try's to stab Raider 1 in the chest*
    Raider 1: *Is stabbed and falls to the ground* I hope you burn in hell! *He says his last words in pain and dies*

    Background: (Be detailed and in-depth. Also explain how you came to be in Salt Lake City.)
    He lived in a small town named Underwood, its was a small town near Salt Lake, anyways since he was a child. His father, never knew his own last name so he adopted the towns and so did Chiron. Chiron's father died when Chiron was 8 and ever since then he lived in Underwood as a orphan child. Chiron met a weapon's smith not far from Underwood, the weapon's smith showed Chiron how to repair weapons and even craft some with old parts. The Smith was a old man, but looked young from his appearance. One morning when Chiron was 14 he went up the hill and found the Smith dead. 3 bullet wounds in his chest and two dead raider's next to him. Chiron adopted the old Smith shop and began to create weapons for the town. Such word spread of Chiron's work and Factions began asking for weapons, NCR even offered him a job in a old factory, but he refused. Chiron, once he was 29 was starting to see more and more raiders around his town. Some asked Chiron to make weapons for them, but he refused. Chiron hated raiders and swore never to help them. Chiron one morning woke up to the smell of fire, and next to him Underwood was in flames. Raiders were attacking it and Chiron was too busy sleeping. He grabbed his poorly crafted Minigun and took down as many raiders as possible, he was tired. He quickly packed up and valuables he had and and ran away from the destroyed town. He's been a wanderer for 5 years, he later found Salt Lake City and began to make his new home there, forever wanting to kill ever raider he finds.

    *Powers up vault boy 3000*

    P.S. If their are small details like spelling errors, try your best to ignore it. I have a small issue when it comes to large paragraphs.
    Also I know I posted this app more then once but it kind of mixed with another reply and I like to keep things organized. Thank you for checking my app and I will make sure to vote RIGHT after I'm accepted.


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    posted a message on CLOSED)☢ FALLOUT: Ashes of Our Fathers ☢ [24/7][Serious RolePlay][Real-life Locations][Factions]
    Quote from Baconside

    **Out of Character**
    IGN: zcdlatini
    Age: 15
    How did you find us? I was there for the first SoOF and I was now informed of it being restarted
    What Roleplay experience do you have? 3/4 years of role-play. Servers include: Iron hearts, Caelion, Kiwike, SoOF. Also I have been on Second life, Servers include: Iron hearts.
    Define Meta-gaming in your words: Using out-of-character info in in-character situations.
    Define Power-gaming in your words: Forcing actions, such as death, on other characters that are not your own.
    Define God-Modding in your words: Making a character undefeatable in RP, impervious to bullets and otherwise
    Did you join our website? Yes

    **In Character**
    Name: Liana Kayton
    Nickname: "Books"
    Age: 22
    Gender: Female
    Appearance: A light-brown skinned female of 5'6" with sky blue eyes. Her hair covers one eye and is a dark brown. Her appearance is rather skinny, enough to be mistaken as a boy and or considered a bit anorexic. She constantly wears the red Brotherhood robes, she isn't one to break from her "calling" as she says it. She usually talks very fast.
    Personality: Her personality is very quiet and techo-centric. She focuses on work 24/7 unless someone wishes to talk to her or do something with her, where she usually reluctantly agrees. If she has to relax, she would prefer doing it alone, although deep inside she does wish she could talk to people normally without being so awkward as she usually is in social situations. When it comes to moral decisions she does what she thinks is a benefit in the long run, for both her and the Brotherhood, She isn't one to have feelings for strangers. That being said, if you were to meet her then it would be a bit tough getting into her bubble of what is called friendship. Lastly she has a DEEP appreciation for music. Her favorite genre is classical, and she usually has a suitcase or some container full of tapes or disks.
    In-game RP example: (Rp'ed between myself and Wade)
    *it's about noon and a company of Paladins and Knights are headed down a dusty road, a few Scribes in the middle of them, the company armed with laser weaponry as a deterrent for any raiders*
    *Liana is with the rest of the scribes... but as always her head within a book. It's about dinosuars. She sometimes pushes her hair back a little with a yawn*
    *there would be a yell as something is tossed into the crowd, a Knight going to tackle her and shield her with his body*
    EEEEP! *She yelps as shes tackled, no really expecting something like that to happen.... Wouldn't people in full armour with energy weapons be enough to say. Don't mess with us?*
    *she would hear an explosion and feel a jostle from the Knight before he gets up and grabs his laser, starting to fire at the huge amount of raiders suddenly rushing at the ground*
    *She blinks at the large amount, looking around as she fumbles at her pistol to get loose. First order of business is to find cover*
    *there is a nearby shell of a car which a few soldiers are behind, a few bullets whizzing past her head and landing in the asphalt*
    *It's the closest thing to cover she can get, she makes the dash for it as she keeps fumbling to take the pistol out, which is a bit diffucult for her since shes running now*
    *raiders would fall to laser blasts as she runs, the fire focused on the Knights and Paladins, not her*
    *She sits against the car and sighs, taking aim insted of blindly firing, talking aloud to the soilders next to her* And we didn't see this coming how?!
    *the senior Paladin answers over the gunfire* We did, just not this many! Be thankful no one's died yet!
    *She fires off a shot when she has one in her sights* And what do we plan to do about this? How many are there?
    *the raider drops to the ground, dropping his grenade, which blows up his nearby companions, the Senior Paladin responding* Just keep shooting until they're gone, drugs don't make them invincible.
    *She nods and goes back to aiming, looking for the next target she can fire at*
    *there would still be tens of raiders in the open*
    *She lets off another shot towards a grouping, hoping atleast it'll hit one of them if it misses the other*
    *another is dropped, but now they start to focus squishier targets, namely, her*
    *She ducks down under the cover more noting a increase of bullets coming her way.* EEEP! *She tightens up a bit, biting her lip*
    *the cries of the raiders would start to quiet now, as most of them are being killed off*
    *She s ilently looks over the edge, aiming again, but more focused to see if anyones hurt considering the raiders are disppersing. If she was t ofire right now her aim would be a bit bad...*
    *she would just see the raiders retreating mostly, many corpses on the ground, the bodies of raiders littering the road, though there's a Knight and two Scribes also dead, killed by the shrapnel of the first grenade*
    *She bites her lip and looks around to make sure there are no mroe raiders before going to rush over to the bodies.... to make sure they are dead*
    *one scribe still seems alive, though he lacks a leg...not even medicine would save him at this time*
    *She sighs and shakes her head. No medical equipment around could disinfect the leg then get a bandag around it... she doesnt have any tools... She goes to sit beside him although and try to hold his hand*
    *she does, the poor man gasping for air as he looks up at her, trying to cling onto life*
    .... *She has sad eyes.... tearing eyes. But her expression is deadpan. She usually expresses her emotions through her eyes. She sighs and tries to say something to make things..... less frightening for him* Do you like stories?
    *he barely chokes out* I...I do...
    Well... My mother told me stories when I was sad.... She knew I liked them... Wanna hear one?
    *he nods slowly, growing pale from blood loss*
    Well before I came out on this field expierance she told me some things... and... I think it be important for you to hear them right now.... She said that if you see something that is... bad or... looks wrong... You should take a deep breath and say. I'm not scared anymore.
    That... you should think about the people that love you... how they care about you and everything....
    And if that bad thing comes towards you you'll be ready... That you won't be scared anymore....
    *he nods slowly, shutting his eyes and weakly saying* I'm not scared any more... *after he says that, his gasping breaths start to calm and his body goes limp, soul drifting out of his body*
    *She just holds onto the hand, looking towards the living squad, still deadpan but shedding tears. She expected this atleast.... Now that this happened....
    She isn't very scared anymore*
    Background: Liana was born and raised in Lost Hills. She didn't have much trouble with people until the age of 6, where she just stopped having interest in play. To her in her mind it was a waste, after she began to appreciate the technology around her more. She grew up mostly on the idea that was made in her mind, Work only, not play. It separated her a lot more from her use to be friends. Later in life she was doing all nighter's and studying often, that lead her to getting the nickname Books for always having her head in one. She mainly studied on medical science, seeing as it is a lot more useful then others, even more to that her mother did the same. The idea of being a helper was the main focus to her, she'd rather be bandaging up people then doing the unsavory work of shooting one... and with her skill of penning up feelings she could deal with blood. She did have a small group of friends... and they didn't communicate much as all where very focused on work. That's why they became friends in the first place. When she either heard someone older died... she didn't very much care. It was the nature of life to her and her mother told to her to not be afraid of things... Which she thought meant bottle up her feelings mot of the time. With barely going away from her room, studies, and work, she developed no taste for fashion. She didn't care that her hair looked a bit nasty at times or that people often thought she was a rather skinny boy. When she was selected for field experience, to learn about new technology and how to use it, with the group of soldiers going to Utah she was more or less happy.... Get to learn more? Yay! Get to get sand in her boots? Boo.

    They travel was more or less fun.... In her opinion it was the time of her life. It was different being outside. Unique. Whenever they rested she recorded some of her thoughts and observations inside her notebook. She bet her mother would love her tales when she gets back... At-least she hopes the tales she get will be fun. Soon, the group got to their destination. A bunker inside a hill. When they went in she quickly hurried in-front to get a look at the place... it gave her a nostalgic feel. First person she met there although was The Lord General Reynold Davin, him talking to them about how they won't stay long, that the mission is almost done. What mission? She asked that very question, being answered some family called the Nai have a way to genetically modify people. Well her medical science might pay off there... and yes it did. As he was showing them around he asked which one had medical experience. She was the only one. He explained about how she will need to work with who is coming with the information and how shes the most qualified... meanwhile she was barely listening. All she could think about how this escalated so quickly, how she suddenly became a leader of research. She slowly gets back to her mindset and hears his words.
    "You seem like the most qualified here."
    She gives a sigh through her head and nods, biting her lip saying back "I'll try my best Lord General."
    It's frightening to her... it isn't that she can't do her best. She can. She's more worried if her best can make the cut....
    Power up pipboy 3000


    Power-gaming is slightly off, but I think this is acceptable.

    -Accepted.
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