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    posted a message on The Manhattan Project: Revived
    Ok , thank you for the quick response though.
    Quote from Blfngl

    Just like before, your RP isn't really RP...but good enough. Welcome back! Accepted!


    Ok, thank you for the quick response though.
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    posted a message on The Manhattan Project: Revived
    OC -
    IGN: _phant0m_
    Gender: Male
    Age: 15

    Have you read the rules: I don't really know how to be frugal so frugal frugal.
    Have you read the lore:Yup
    RP Experience:I played on a couple of fallout servers a year back and played on a medieval rp server

    Fallout Experience: Fallout 3, Fallout New Vegas.
    Define Meta Gaming: Knowledge that you have gained OOC like seeing someones name tag behind a wall when your character would not have.
    Define Power Gaming:When you roleplay without giving the other role player a chance such as *Breaks Chains* *Kills Other Player with one punch*


    IC -
    Name:
    Vecher Marx


    Gender:Male
    Age: 17
    Race: Human/Cyborg
    Appearance: Dark Black hair, Tan Skin , Usually wears a trench coat filled with odds and ends he finds.Brilliant blue eyes. Right eye is a poorly made cybernetic eye. Right arm is a horribly low quality robotic limb.
    Signifying Traits: Merciless, Very convincing voice, low quality robotic limb and cybernetic eye.
    Signifying Skills: Quick on his feet,Bad eyesight in cybernetic eye,poor control of cybernetic arm,very good at fixing things.
    S.P.E.C.I.A.L.'s:
    (40 points to distribute, maxes out on 10)
    Strength-6
    Perception-4
    Endurance-5
    Charisma 4
    Intelligence-8
    Agility 8
    Luck-5


    RP example: "100 caps at least." Vecher said to Josh. "I'll give you 75 caps this gun really isn't that important to me and I could get anyone to fix it" Josh replied. "I doubt that 100 caps or nothing man." "Fine, fine you'll get your caps" Josh then reached in his pocket and handed Vecher a bag of caps and his gun with a solemn look. "I expect it done in a couple of hours Vecher or else." Josh then made a gun with his finger and pointed it at Vecher and then pulled his imaginary guns trigger and said "PEW!" Vecher gave him a look of annoyance then said "It'll get fixed when I get to it. They both then turned away from each other and began walking away. As Vecher was walking he started counting his caps after counting once and then recounting just to be sure Vecher turned around and screamed "HEY GET BACK HERE WITH THE REST OF MY CAPS!" Josh who was a very stingy man and disliked cyborgs had only given him the 75 caps he had first proposed. Vecherbegan to chase after the man with incredible speed. Josh who realized that he was caught also ran but was quickly caught up too. Josh turned around to see an enraged Vecher glaring at him. "It was just a mistake Vecher, my buddy, my pal." "This mistake just happened to be the same amount as your first proposal then? I'll give you one last chance to make up with me. You give me the 25 caps you still owe me and I'll forget this ever happened OK?" Vecher replied. " I would never pay full price to let an abomination like you fix up my weapons. Go back to whatever dirty place you live in and stay there. " Josh replied with hatred. Him saying this made Vecher so angry that he cocked back his right arm to punch Josh right in the face. The only problem was that when he cocked it back his arm started moving randomly and Vecher had no control of it. "God damn ­it arm! Guess I'll have to use good old lefty then." Vecher said as he cocked back his left arm and punched Josh's light out. Vecher then walked up to Josh and reached in his pocket and took out 25 caps and exclaimed to himself "Guess you just paid full price to an abomination like me then. Ha!. He then dropped the gun he was paid to fix right next to Josh and started to walk to another town because after that stunt he sure wouldn't be welcomed there again..




    Biography: Vecher Marx was born to a group of Salvagers in Denver. He would go from skyscraper to skyscraper with his parents finding a large array of valuable items that they would sell to wandering travelers. One day while Vecher was ten he got lost and wandered all the way down to the first floor and went outside. Vecher thought the world looked amazing and he walked around the streets looking at everything and he wondered why his parents told him not to go down here. The sounds of dogs barking erupted from the streets but Vecher was used to these sounds and did not pay attention to them but they got louder and louder. Vecher looked behind him to see a pack of feral dogs running towards him and he bolted towards a nearby store and locked the door. Inside the store there was another Scavenger inside and Vecher pleaded for help but the Scavenger picked Vecher up and tossed him outside the window at the dogs. The dogs tore at the child, chewing off his arm and biting the right side of his face. By the time Vecher parents found him he was crawling on the pavement close to death.Vecher's parents covered the wounds in fabric but they found him revolting and did not care for him anymore. Macharius,Vecher's younger brother, was the only person that cared for Vecher anymore helped him stay alive in his miserable existence. Years later when Vecher was 17 and Macharius was 16 they had devised a plan to run away with all the advanced technology their parents had looted from the city. Vecher's wounds had fully healed but he could not use his Right Eye and his right arm was completely gone. At night Him and his brother stole the two giant bags of ancient and valuable technology his parents had and ran towards the interstate were the dogs would not find them. Once they had reached the highway they started to walk away from Denver. While travelling down to what is Arizona they had found an interesting man with a cog shaped symbol on his robe. The man looked at the rare technology and then at Vecher's arm and eye and proposed a deal with him, If they would give him the Technology he would give Vecher a new arm and eye. Vecher was so happy he instantly said yes without thinking. The man took out Metal rods and wires and an assortment of equipment and attached a horrible low quality robotic limb to his arm and replaced his eye with an almost broken cybernetic one. Vecheryelled at the man to take it back but he just took out an ancient energy weapon and aimed it at Vecher. Vecher andMacharius walked down the road towards Arizona without any food/water/equipment then they finally reached a city. The town had bountiful technology but most of it was decayed and the residents did not know what to do with it. Vecher repaired most of it from what he learned from his parents. The town did not thank him or pay him they just looked at him in disgust. Him and his brother had settled down into the town, Vecher would repair things in the back of the building where people would not see him while his brother would be in front talking to customers. Marcharius never talked to Vecher anymore he would just go into the back throw something at him and expect him to fix it when he got back. Three years later whenMacharius threw a pistol at him, Vecher stood up and stabbed his sharp bladed fingers into him and threw him into the back.Vecher took his long trench coat and a grey fabric to cover his mouth with and wandered away from the town. As he was wandering away from the town he was thinking about where he could go to and be accepted. He had heard rumors of New York a place where cyborgs are accepted no matter how bad of shape they are in.Though he assumed these rumors very well may be untrue it was all he could think of at the moment. So Vecher Marx the cyborg set of for the place called New York in the hopes of a new life.




    Pretty much just copied my application from last forums as it was accepted.
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    posted a message on [On Hold][1.5.1][Roleplay]THE MANHATTAN PROJECT - FALLOUT ROLEPLAYING|GUNS|BOOZE|CHEMS|FACTIONS
    OC -
    IGN: _phant0m_
    Gender: Male
    Age: 15
    Have you read the rules: I don't really know how to be frugal so frugal frugal.
    Have you read the lore:Yup
    RP Experience:I played on a couple of fallout servers a year back and played on a medieval rp server

    Fallout Experience: Fallout 3, Fallout New Vegas.
    Define Meta Gaming: Knowledge that you have gained OOC like seeing someones name tag behind a wall when your character would not have.
    Define Power Gaming:When you roleplay without giving the other role player a chance such as *Breaks Chains* *Kills Other Player with one punch*


    IC -
    Name:
    Vecher Marx


    Gender:Male
    Age: 17
    Race: Human/Cyborg
    Appearance: Dark Black hair, Tan Skin , Usually wears a trench coat filled with odds and ends he finds.Brilliant blue eyes. Right eye is a poorly made cybernetic eye. Right arm is a horribly low quality robotic limb.
    Signifying Traits: Merciless, Very convincing voice, low quality robotic limb and cybernetic eye.
    Signifying Skills: Quick on his feet,Bad eyesight in cybernetic eye,poor control of cybernetic arm,very good at fixing things.
    S.P.E.C.I.A.L.'s:
    (40 points to distribute, maxes out on 10)
    Strength-6
    Perception-4
    Endurance-5
    Charisma 4
    Intelligence-8
    Agility 8
    Luck-5


    RP example: "100 caps at least." Vecher said to Josh. "I'll give you 75 caps this gun really isn't that important to me and I could get anyone to fix it" Josh replied. "I doubt that 100 caps or nothing man." "Fine, fine you'll get your caps" Josh then reached in his pocket and handed Vecher a bag of caps and his gun with a solemn look. "I expect it done in a couple of hours Vecher or else." Josh then made a gun with his finger and pointed it at Vecher and then pulled his imaginary guns trigger and said "PEW!" Vecher gave him a look of annoyance then said "It'll get fixed when I get to it. They both then turned away from each other and began walking away. As Vecher was walking he started counting his caps after counting once and then recounting just to be sure Vecher turned around and screamed "HEY GET BACK HERE WITH THE REST OF MY CAPS!" Josh who was a very stingy man and disliked cyborgs had only given him the 75 caps he had first proposed. Vecher began to chase after the man with incredible speed. Josh who realized that he was caught also ran but was quickly caught up too. Josh turned around to see an enraged Vecher glaring at him. "It was just a mistake Vecher, my buddy, my pal." "This mistake just happened to be the same amount as your first proposal then? I'll give you one last chance to make up with me. You give me the 25 caps you still owe me and I'll forget this ever happened OK?" Vecher replied. " I would never pay full price to let an abomination like you fix up my weapons. Go back to whatever dirty place you live in and stay there. " Josh replied with hatred. Him saying this made Vecher so angry that he cocked back his right arm to punch Josh right in the face. The only problem was that when he cocked it back his arm started moving randomly and Vecher had no control of it. "God damn ­it arm! Guess I'll have to use good old lefty then." Vecher said as he cocked back his left arm and punched Josh's light out. Vecher then walked up to Josh and reached in his pocket and took out 25 caps and exclaimed to himself "Guess you just paid full price to an abomination like me then. Ha!. He then dropped the gun he was paid to fix right next to Josh and started to walk to another town because after that stunt he sure wouldn't be welcomed there again..




    Biography: Vecher Marx was born to a group of Salvagers in Denver. He would go from skyscraper to skyscraper with his parents finding a large array of valuable items that they would sell to wandering travelers. One day while Vecher was ten he got lost and wandered all the way down to the first floor and went outside. Vecher thought the world looked amazing and he walked around the streets looking at everything and he wondered why his parents told him not to go down here. The sounds of dogs barking erupted from the streets but Vecher was used to these sounds and did not pay attention to them but they got louder and louder. Vecher looked behind him to see a pack of feral dogs running towards him and he bolted towards a nearby store and locked the door. Inside the store there was another Scavenger inside and Vecher pleaded for help but the Scavenger picked Vecher up and tossed him outside the window at the dogs. The dogs tore at the child, chewing off his arm and biting the right side of his face. By the time Vecher parents found him he was crawling on the pavement close to death. Vecher's parents covered the wounds in fabric but they found him revolting and did not care for him anymore. Macharius, Vecher's younger brother, was the only person that cared for Vecher anymore helped him stay alive in his miserable existence. Years later when Vecher was 17 and Macharius was 16 they had devised a plan to run away with all the advanced technology their parents had looted from the city. Vecher's wounds had fully healed but he could not use his Right Eye and his right arm was completely gone. At night Him and his brother stole the two giant bags of ancient and valuable technology his parents had and ran towards the interstate were the dogs would not find them. Once they had reached the highway they started to walk away from Denver. While travelling down to what is Arizona they had found an interesting man with a cog shaped symbol on his robe. The man looked at the rare technology and then at Vecher's arm and eye and proposed a deal with him, If they would give him the Technology he would give Vecher a new arm and eye. Vecher was so happy he instantly said yes without thinking. The man took out Metal rods and wires and an assortment of equipment and attached a horrible low quality robotic limb to his arm and replaced his eye with an almost broken cybernetic one. Vecher yelled at the man to take it back but he just took out an ancient energy weapon and aimed it at Vecher. Vecher and Macharius walked down the road towards Arizona without any food/water/equipment then they finally reached a city. The town had bountiful technology but most of it was decayed and the residents did not know what to do with it. Vecher repaired most of it from what he learned from his parents. The town did not thank him or pay him they just looked at him in disgust. Him and his brother had settled down into the town, Vecher would repair things in the back of the building where people would not see him while his brother would be in front talking to customers. Marcharius never talked to Vecher anymore he would just go into the back throw something at him and expect him to fix it when he got back. Three years later when Macharius threw a pistol at him, Vecher stood up and stabbed his sharp bladed fingers into him and threw him into the back. Vecher took his long trench coat and a grey fabric to cover his mouth with and wandered away from the town. As he was wandering away from the town he was thinking about where he could go to and be accepted. He had heard rumors of New York a place where cyborgs are accepted no matter how bad of shape they are in.Though he assumed these rumors very well may be untrue it was all he could think of at the moment. So Vecher Marx the cyborg set of for the place called New York in the hopes of a new life.

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    posted a message on The Manhattan Project - Closed
    OC -
    IGN: _phant0m_
    Gender: Male
    Age: 15
    Have you read the rules: I dont really know how to be frugal so frugal frugal.
    Have you read the lore:Yup
    RP Expierence:I played on a couple fallout servers a year back and played on a medieval rp server
    Fallout Expierence: Fallout 3, Fallout New Vegas.
    Define Meta Gaming: Knowledge that you have gained OOC like seeing someones name tag behind a wall when you character would not have.
    Define Power Gaming:When you role play without giving the other role player a chance such as *Breaks Chains* *Kills Other Player with one punch*

    IC -
    Name:
    Vecher Marx

    Gender:Male
    Age: 17
    Race: Human/Cyborg
    Appearance: Dark Black hair, Tan Skin , Usually wheres a trench coat filled with odds and ends he finds.Brilliant blue eyes. Right eye is a poorly made cybernetic eye. Right arm is a horribly low qualitly robotic limb.
    Signifying Traits: Merciless, Very convincing voice, low quality robotic limb and cybernetic eye
    Signifying Skills: Quick on his feet,Bad eyesight in cybernetic eye,poor control of cybernetic arm,very good at fixing things.
    S.P.E.C.I.A.L.'s:
    (40 points to distribute, maxes out on 10)
    Strength-6
    Perception-4
    Endurance-5
    Charisma- 4
    Intelligence-8
    Agility- 8
    Luck-5

    RP example: "100 caps at least." Vecher said to Josh.
    "Ill give you 75 caps this gun really isn't that important to me and I could get anyone to fix it" Josh replied.
    "I doubt that 100 caps or nothing man."
    "Fine, fine you'll get your caps"
    Josh then reached in his pocket and handed Vecher a bag of caps and his gun with a solemn look.
    "I expect it done in a couple hours Vecher or else." Josh then made a gun with his finger and pointed it at Vecher and then pulled his imaginary guns trigger and said "PEW!"
    Vecher gave him a look of annoyance then said "It'll get fixed when i get to it.
    They both then turned away from each other and began walking away.
    As Vecher was walking he started counting his caps after counting once and then recounting just to be sure Vecher turned around and screamed "HEY GET BACK HERE WITH THE REST OF MY CAPS!" Josh who was a very stingy man and disliked cyborgs had only given him the 75 caps he had first proposed.
    Vecher began to chase after the man with incredible speed. Josh who realized that he was caught also ran but was quickly caught up too. Josh turned around to see a enraged Vecher glaring at him.
    "It was just a mistake Vecher, my buddy, my pal."
    "This mistake just happened to be the same amount as your first proposal then? I'll give you one last chance to make up with me. You give me the 25 caps you still owe me and I'll forget this ever happened OK?" Vecher replied.
    " I would never pay full price to let a abomination like you fix up my weapons. Go back to whatever dirty place you live in and stay there. " Josh replied with hatred.
    Him saying this made Vecher so angry that he cocked back his right arm to punch Josh right in the face. The only problem was that when he coked it back his arm started moving randomly and Vecher had no control of it.
    "God damn ­ty arm! Guess ill have to use good old lefty then." Vecher said as he cocked back his left arm and punched Josh's light out.
    Vecher then walked up to Josh and reached in his pocket and took out 25 caps and exclaimed to himself "Guess you just payed full price to a abomination like me then. Ha!. He then dropped the gun he was payed to fix right next to Josh and started to walk to another town because after that stunt he sure wouldn't be welcomed there again..



    Biography:
    Vecher Marx was born to a group of Salvagers in Denver. He would go from skyscraper to skyscraper with his parents finding a large array of valuable items that they would sell to wandering travelers. One day while Vecher was ten he got lost and wandered all the way down to the first floor and went outside. Vecher thought the world looked amazing and he walked around the streets looking at everything and he wondered why his parents told him not to go down here. The sounds of dogs barking erupted from the streets but Vecher was used to these sounds and did not pay attention to them but they got louder and louder. Vecher looked behind him to see a pack of feral dogs running towards him and he bolted towards a nearby store and locked the door. Inside the store there was another Scavenger inside and Vecher pleaded for help but the Scavenger picked Vecher up and tossed him outside the window at the dogs. The dogs tore at the child, chewing off his arm and biting the right side of his face. By the time Vecher parents found him he was crawling on the pavement close to death. Vecher's parents covered the wounds in fabric but they found him revolting and did not care for him anymore. Macharius, Vecher's younger brother, was the only person that cared for Vecher anymore helped him stay alive in his miserable existence. Years later when Vecher was 17 and Macharius was 16 they had devised a plan to run away with all the advanced technology their parents had looted from the city. Vecher's wounds had fully healed but he could not use his Right Eye and his right arm was completely gone. At night Him and his brother stole the two giant bags of ancient and valuable technology his parents had and ran towards the interstate were the dogs would not find them. Once they had reached the highway they started to walk away from Denver. While travelling down to what is Arizona they had found a interesting man with a cog shaped symbol on his robe. The man looked at the rare technology and then at Vecher's arm and eye and proposed a deal with him, If they would give him the Technology he would give Vecher a new arm and eye. Vecher was so happy he instantly said yes without thinking. The man took out Metal rods and wires and a assortment of equipment and attached a horrible low quality robotic limb to his arm and replaced his eye with a almost broken cybernetic one. Vecher yelled at the man at the man to take it back but took out a ancient energy weapon and aimed at Vecher. Vecher and Macharius walked down the road towards Arizona without any food/water/equipment then they finally reached a city. The town had bountiful technology but most of it was decayed and the residents did not know what to do with it. Vecher repaired most of it from what he learned from his parents. The town did not thank him or pay him they just looked at him in disgust. Him and his brother had settled down into the town, Vecher would repair things in the back of the building were people would not see him while his brother would be in front talking to customers. Marcharius never talked to Vecher anymore he would just go into the back throw something at him and expect him to fix it when he got back. Three years later when Macharius threw a pistol at him, Vecher stood up and stabbed his sharp bladed fingers into him and threw him into the back. Vecher took his long trench coat and a grey fabric to cover his mouth with and wandered away from the town.

    Redid it with a whole new story actually put a bit more effort into this one.
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    posted a message on The Manhattan Project - Closed
    OOC -
    IGN: _phant0m_
    Gender: Male
    Age: 15
    Have you read the rules: I dont really know how to be frugal so frugal frugal.
    Have you read the lore:Yup
    RP Expierence:I played on a couple fallout servers a year back and played on a medieval rp server
    Fallout Expierence: Fallout 3, Fallout New Vegas.
    Define Meta Gaming: Knowledge that you have gained OOC like seeing someones name tag behind a wall when you character would not have.
    Define Power Gaming:When you role play without giving the other role player a chance such as *Breaks Chains* *Kills Other Player with one punch*

    IC -
    Name:
    Vecher Marx

    Gender:Male
    Age: 17
    Race: Human
    Appearance: Dark Black hair, Tan Skin , Usually wheres a trench coat filled with odds and ends he finds.Brilliant blue eyes.
    Signifying Traits: Merciful, Very convincing voice, Very bushy eyebrows,
    Signifying Skills: Charismatic, Very Lucky, Hearing isn't the best but its good enough in a wasteland.
    S.P.E.C.I.A.L.'s:
    (40 points to distribute, maxes out on 10)
    Strength-5
    Perception-4
    Endurance-5
    Charisma- 8
    Intelligence-5
    Agility- 5
    Luck-8

    RP example:
    Vecher pushed the door open slowly, carefully stepping through into the hut. He expected no one to be inside because it was the morning so he continued in. A metal glint caught his eye & he realized that a rifle & ammo was sitting on a rotting table.


    Biography: Vecher Marx was born to a family of merciless killers , he was raised watching countless innocent people killed by his parents hands. At the age of 7 he was forced to kill a innocent trader by his father.He was then taught how to pick locks at the age of 8 though his father taught him many things he did not like how his father killed when it was not necessary so he left at the age of 10.

    He then survived by stealing from unsuspecting bandits and moving constantly never lingering in one place he practiced picking locks constantly and became very skilled at it.All these experiences made him grow up. By the age of 20 he joined a group of thieves who eventually unsuccessfully tried to kill him because he refused to kill a man who only had ten caps. He then went back to roaming and was occasionally asked by people to steal certain things in exchange for caps. Vecher was once even asked to steal a gun from a member of BOS which he stole unsuccessfully and was on the run for two months.Eventually though he collected a large sum of caps which he kept hidden,ironically though the caps he had worked hard to steal were stolen when he closed his eye just for one minute, he then vowed that if he found this man it would be absolutely necessary to kill him and get the caps he earned back.
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