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

    **Out of Character**

    IGN:CymruHunter

    Age:14

    How did you find us? Through the Akavir website

    What Roleplay experience do you have? I have played on Wynncraft, and multiple other rp servers

    Define Meta-gaming in your words:Meta-Gaming is when your character uses information that does not fit in with your character. ie. they shouldn't know the information

    Define Power-gaming in your words:Power-Gaming is when the character does not give a person the chance to act. ie. Bob shot steve in the head, when it should be bob fired in the direction of steve's head

    Define God-Modding in your words:God-Modding is when your character has supernatural powers or powers that now mortal should have.

    Did you join our website? Yes, I believe I have.

    **In Character**


    Name:Aled Llewelyn

    Nickname: "smoothskin"

    Age:21

    Gender:Male

    Appearance: Caucasian

    Personality:Aled is very good with weapons but always tries to take the more peaceful option, he has very good eyesight and is an animal lover.
    In-game RP example: He walked up to the diner blood and bodies decorated the outside of the diner and above the entrance was the crudely painted raider symbol. As he walked into the diner he took out the hunting rifle that tulip had given him on his 20th birthday and checked the ammo Five in the chamber and another five in the pack, better make them count. he turned the corner and saw a raider sitting in a chair facing towards the entrance, Aled lifted his gun up to take a headshot but saw that the raider was sleeping. He took out his combat knife and slowly crept up to go for a stealthy kill,then he saw a bottle of Nuka Cola on the floor but it was too late and the bottle went skimming across the floor landing in a pile of scrap metal. The raider woke and Aled made a desperate lunge for a kill but the raider doge'd and brought out an old kitchen knife, as Aled fell he noticed a rusty 10 mm pistol on the ground, directing his fall to land next to it he grabbed it and prayed that there was a bullet in there. He looked up and saw the raider swinging in for the kill, he raised his pistol and aimed point blank straight into his head, showering him in blood and gore. Jumping up he took some cover and took out his rifle waiting for the rest of the raiders, the first one running in to see what the commotion was stared in horror at the headless corpse of his comrade giving Aled enough time to aim his hunting rifle for a headshot. He then waited for the last raider to come in, this one having some sense snuck around to the front and crept up on Aled while he was aiming at the door, he doesn't realise he was there until the knife stabbed into his arm.

    *ARGHH!* screams Aled.
    *Your gonna taste good pretty boy* whispers the raider as he draws the blade out.
    *Over my dead body* said aled.
    *Thats my intention* snickered the raider.
    Just before Aled blacked out he saw the raider turn into a pile of hot ash and a hulking figure in metallic armour come through the doorway.

    Background:Aled was born a slave, growing up in a cage isn't the best place for a child, so his mother put her son first naming him after her great great grandfather she raised him to be honourable and to find peaceful ways to solve issues, after living eight years of his life in captivity his mother wanted him to be free she stole the key from her master after when she was pleasuring him she told him to run get far away from here and never come back. always obedient Aled ran and ran until he came to the mall, willow found him wandering near underworld and she took pity on him and told him to go inside. she raised him as her son and taught him how to use a gun and how to train animals to respect him. he struck out on his own on his twentieth birthday but was injured and found by some brotherhood of steel paladins and was brought back to the citadel. As the BOS shoot ghouls on site he resented them from the start and tried to escape repeatedly eventually he got out and continued on his adventure traveling to SLC after tales of fortune and old world tech were hidden in the rubble. Now he's not sure if this is a good place after all...

    *Powers up Pip Boy 3000*

    **Out of Character**

    IGN:CymruHunter

    Age:14

    How did you find us? Through the Akavir website

    What Roleplay experience do you have? I have played on Wynncraft, and multiple other rp servers

    Define Meta-gaming in your words:Meta-Gaming is when your character uses information that does not fit in with your character. ie. they shouldn't know the information

    Define Power-gaming in your words:Power-Gaming is when the character does not give a person the chance to act. ie. Bob shot steve in the head, when it should be bob fired in the direction of steve's head

    Define God-Modding in your words:God-Modding is when your character has supernatural powers or powers that now mortal should have.

    Did you join our website? Yes, I believe I have.

    **In Character**


    Name:Aled Llewelyn

    Nickname: "smoothskin"

    Age:21

    Gender:Male

    Appearance: Caucasian

    Personality:Aled is very good with weapons but always tries to take the more peaceful option, he has very good eyesight and is an animal lover.
    In-game RP example: He walked up to the diner blood and bodies decorated the outside of the diner and above the entrance was the crudely painted raider symbol. As he walked into the diner he took out the hunting rifle that tulip had given him on his 20th birthday and checked the ammo Five in the chamber and another five in the pack, better make them count. he turned the corner and saw a raider sitting in a chair facing towards the entrance, Aled lifted his gun up to take a headshot but saw that the raider was sleeping. He took out his combat knife and slowly crept up to go for a stealthy kill,then he saw a bottle of Nuka Cola on the floor but it was too late and the bottle went skimming across the floor landing in a pile of scrap metal. The raider woke and Aled made a desperate lunge for a kill but the raider doge'd and brought out an old kitchen knife, as Aled fell he noticed a rusty 10 mm pistol on the ground, directing his fall to land next to it he grabbed it and prayed that there was a bullet in there. He looked up and saw the raider swinging in for the kill, he raised his pistol and aimed point blank straight into his head, showering him in blood and gore. Jumping up he took some cover and took out his rifle waiting for the rest of the raiders, the first one running in to see what the commotion was stared in horror at the headless corpse of his comrade giving Aled enough time to aim his hunting rifle for a headshot. He then waited for the last raider to come in, this one having some sense snuck around to the front and crept up on Aled while he was aiming at the door, he doesn't realise he was there until the knife stabbed into his arm.

    *ARGHH!* screams Aled.
    *Your gonna taste good pretty boy* whispers the raider as he draws the blade out.
    *Over my dead body* said aled.
    *Thats my intention* snickered the raider.
    Just before Aled blacked out he saw the raider turn into a pile of hot ash and a hulking figure in metallic armour come through the doorway.

    Background:Aled was born a slave, growing up in a cage isn't the best place for a child, so his mother put her son first naming him after her great great grandfather she raised him to be honourable and to find peaceful ways to solve issues, after living eight years of his life in captivity his mother wanted him to be free she stole the key from her master after when she was pleasuring him she told him to run get far away from here and never come back. always obedient Aled ran and ran until he came to the mall, willow found him wandering near underworld and she took pity on him and told him to go inside. she raised him as her son and taught him how to use a gun and how to train animals to respect him. he struck out on his own on his twentieth birthday but was injured and found by some brotherhood of steel paladins and was brought back to the citadel. As the BOS shoot ghouls on site he resented them from the start and tried to escape repeatedly eventually he got out and continued on his adventure traveling to SLC after tales of fortune and old world tech were hidden in the rubble. Now he's not sure if this is a good place after all...

    *Powers up Pip Boy 3000*
    All right, review time. First off, I question why this app has been doubled up. Please remove one of them, thank you.
    - Personality: I want a lot more than this to tell me about your character. I want to know the reasons why he is why he is and how he's come about to be like that. I need a lot more than just a pair of sentences, if you want to get this app through, you need a deep personality.
    - Background: My other problem with this app lays here, in his background. First off, I don't see how he could be brought up as a slave and still retain a kind personality, after being mistreated and likely starved, among other things. This would be traumatizing for any child. Next up, there's the whole matter of him being taken in by the Brotherhood. This goes against lore accuracy, as the D.C. Brotherhood, like almost all others, does not allow outsiders to join (save rare occasions) and they certainly aren't going around saving little children. This whole part seems tacked on to give your character some sort of interesting quirk, some cool backstory to talk about in the bar, let me assure you: It's not needed. I'd much rather hear about how he struggled to survive in the wastes and overcome his problems with his own ingenuity over how Paladins decided to take him in, feed him, teach him, and then for him to abandon them.
    Last note, the server is set in San Francisco now, so this puts it at the complete opposite end of the continent. Walking across the globe like you say your character has is near impossible, and I would recommend that you move your character to be born in Nevada, or Arizona, somewhere much closer.
    Thanks for applying, but for now, this app is
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    posted a message on CLOSED)☢ FALLOUT: Ashes of Our Fathers ☢ [24/7][Serious RolePlay][Real-life Locations][Factions]
    Quote from Bisho

    **Out of Character**

    IGN: _Bisho_

    Age: 17

    How did you find us? Referred here by people

    What Roleplay experience do you have? Lots, examples being LoTC, Aeonis, RoK (Lol), as well as admin on a developing Roleplay server.

    Define Meta-gaming in your words: Meta-gaming is using information you've gathered OOCly to your characters advantage in Roleplay.

    Define Power-gaming in your words: Power-gaming is forcing an action upon another character, an example being shooting laser beams out of your eyes that instantly kill anyone.

    Define God-Modding in your words: Making your character basically "God" in a sense, dodging bullets and doing extremes that couldn't otherwise be possible.


    **In Character**

    Name: Tristan Flerith

    Nickname: None

    Age: 23

    Gender: Male

    Appearance: Tristan has a very rugged appearance which is common in these times. Dark un-kept hair covers his head and he often travels in light clothing with a few accessories. His clothing is often dull colored as to not stick out or make him an easy target. He runs about 5'11 and weighs 135 lb. He has a slim yet toned build with dull green eyes but is very average looking and doesn't have much to set him apart from others.

    Personality: Tristan usually keeps to the task at hand but doesn't stray from anyone looking to socialize. He often meets people that seem trustworthy with a very open personality. This does not mean he doesn't have common-sense for the wasteland and typically knows if he is being lured in or being conned. But instead of acting out in aggression he often just ignores hostile actions unless absolutely necessary for him to act out against whatever advisory that may try to harm him.

    In-game RP example: Tristan rummages with the small can he found laying about outside, trying to polish it clean for future use as a small old man approaches him. The old man smiles and exclaims, " 'Ello there! Mind in helpin' an old man here in this time of need?.." Tristan forces a smile as he slowly raises from his dull task and nods to him, "Uhmm..sure, what is you need exactly?" as Tristan inquires he looks around the old man in-case for an awaiting group of bandits or soldiers. "Well see, I need somethin' to hold a bit of water 'dat seems well enough to drink..but I got nothin'!" as Tristan hears this he sighs slightly and glances down at the polished can in his hand and reluctantly tosses it to the old man, at this the old man lunges to catch the can and tosses Tristan a few caps for his kind gesture.

    Background: Tristan was born and raised in the waste, not by choice of his own of course. Tristan often would've preferred to not of been born at all, at least not now with how things are. Tristan's parents, Christopher and Lydria, wanted the most honest life someone could live in the waste, so they often tried to stick with other "honest" people. This brought Tristan's birth place to be Kinston, a small settlement, and he often had people to socialize with. Whether it be children his age or travelers passing through, Tristan would try to make friends. This made Tristan very cultured and made him knowledgeable to just how dangerous the Waste was to his parents discontent. Hearing all these tales made Tristan at a young age become both enthralled and terrified at the same time. He longed for adventure, but at the same time safety and nourishment. As Tristan grew his father taught him simple tasks, such as fixing tools, scavenging, cooking, and few other simple skills. He even learned a few tricks about hunting from a Brahmin herder who was passing by. His name was Jeremiah, and he seemed as much as a cowboy as Tristan pictured from stories. He wore a long twine hat and carried a chrome plated .44 Magnum. In Tristan's time he never saw Jeremiah miss a single shot with that gun, but Tristan always did ponder where he got it and where he managed to get the ammo from (It wasn't until he turned 18 that Tristan learned about Gun Runners).


    Jeremiah soon become Tristan's father in some words after Christopher was mauled by pack of mole rats and never returned home. He taught him about raising Brahmin and farming in the waste. When Tristan turned 19 Jeremiah informed him on the demographics in the world that he lived him. He told him what sorts to watch out for, the many different factions such as the NCR for example, native beast, gangs, and often took him to Gun Runner camps to learn about the variety of weapons that exist in the world. After a trip to the closet settlement, Jeremiah and Tristan were heading back to Tristan's mother but they were cut off by an oddly attractive female who seemed to have dropped her supplies on the side of the road. Tristan, feeling sly and smooth, went over to assist the attractive woman and hopefully get compensated but he soon was stopped stiff after he stepped too close and Jeremiah's skull was split open by a speeding bullet. The attractive girl soon turned into the only thing Tristan had ever hated as she giggled and stood up as a large man rose behind a rock carrying a rifle with a smoking barrel. She smirked and said "Oh..my my what a cutie, too bad for your friend there" she giggled from this and the man soon took her side and laughed along side her. The man coughed a rugged cough and soon recovered and said, "Don't be a 'ero kid...give us what 'ya got and 'ya will keep 'yer manhood" Tristan didn't respond much to this and only stood shaking, with fear or anger he still doesn't know this day. Tristan didn't want to bother with life anymore, Jeremiah was what he loved most in this life, his mother becoming a common prostitute only provided a home for Tristan. At this thought just as Tristan was about to bolt across and try to take one of them out, assault rifle cracks lit up the sky and the two beings of evil got ripped to shreds by NCR fired bullets. What Tristan assumed was a NCR Lt. came to and examined Jeremiah's body and shook his hand "Sorry for your loss kid, we've been tracking these two down for miles, they would've gunned you down too if it wasn't for us". Tristan's eyes had begun to tear up but he shook them off, Jeremiah had taught him better to cry, infront of others at least. The Lt. left an NCR soldier by to guide Tristan home but before they headed out he buried Jeremiah with the .44 in his hand only taking the 10mm from his other holster to remember him by, and so this would never happen to him in the future. Now at the age of 23 Tristan buries his mother whom died from some disease she got from "work" and took the few caps they had and sets off for a future, perhaps join the NCR and fight the good fight, perhaps become a quiet nomad. Where ever the wind blew him he told himself and he loaded his handgun and closed the door to his old childhood home, and opened the door to the Wasteland.


    "Powers up vault boy 3000" (( And for the whole "reputation" I never broke any rules, the head admin from RoK and I had some disagreements and he banned me, which it's his server so fair enough. And a few means three typically ;) ))
    All right, sorry for the delay, your app is
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    posted a message on CLOSED)☢ FALLOUT: Ashes of Our Fathers ☢ [24/7][Serious RolePlay][Real-life Locations][Factions]
    Quote from FireBathz

    **Out of Character**
    IGN: FireBathz
    Age: 13, I know this puts people off but I promise to have good grammar and be mature at all times.
    How did you find us? I sreached up minecraft fallout roleplay servers.
    What Roleplay experience do you have? I have been on a few servers as Zack Gillahone Brackson, but today

    I hope to pick someone new.
    Define Meta-gaming in your words: MetaGaming is when someone knows infomation OOC and suddently knows it in IC.
    Define Power-gaming in your words: When you do some role-play and assume everything you do happens. Example, *Bill grabs knife and shoves it in mans heart*
    Define God-Modding in your words: When you wear OP stuff so good no one is able to kill you.

    Example: Full enchanted diamond armor and Sharpness V FireAspect II diamond sword.
    Did you join our website? I will right after this.

    **In Character**
    Name: Zone Milestone
    Nickname: Area
    Age: 23
    Gender: Male
    Appearance: Has dark blue hair and is wearing a full business suit.
    Personality: When in fight Zone goes crazy and goes wild. I have no intention of making him evil or good time will tell. In conversations he can be normal if he choose's to.
    In-game RP example:

    *Zone walks into the woods*
    Zone: I love it when fear reaches people, makes them harder to kill more reward!
    *Zone looks around*
    Zone: Better come out sometime, how about we have a nice cup of tea? Hah!
    *Bandit cocks pistol behind Zone's head*
    Zone: Oh yeah we are gonna have some fun!
    Bandit: You can talk all you want man there's no way you're getting out of this!
    Zone: No?
    *Zone ducks as the gun shoots then uppercuts the Bandit and then steps on his hand with the gun*
    Zone: Woooh! Time to have some fun!
    *Zone grabs the pistol and aims at the mans knee*
    Zone: I love it when they scream!
    *Zone shoots the Bandits knee*
    Bandit: AHH!
    Zone: Haha
    Zone: How about lets make you lose some depth perception?
    *Zone shoots the Bandits eye*
    Bandit: AHH!
    Zone: Well tell you're friends that SOMEONES NEW IN TOWN HAHAHA
    *Bandit runs off as Zone shoots at his limping feet*
    Zone: DANCE!


    Background: Zone did not have parents, as far as he remembers he was picked up by a nursery home in a vault. Zone has ADHD which makes him overreact a lot, this was found out by his a punch out in the vault, not soon after he was eight he saw bandits take over the vault he survived with a few people in the vault that all one way or another came to death. One guy was radiated. Another Killed by mutants. He did though find some travelers when he was the last one left, they brought him to a camp. A few years later he was asked to leave because of him getting into fights with other people, and here he roams.

    If you think I should add more ask and I will, if not thanks anyway

    FireBathz

    After reading this app I have to say that perhaps you are not quite prepared for the roleplay of this server. Your personality was atrociously short and the roleplay example is barebones. It doesn't tell me much other than the exact details happening. *Raises gun* As oppose to *His right hand clenches around the grip of his pistol as he raises it up towards the face of the attacker* The background is also not nearly enough to tell me a detailed story, these events all need to be described in order to be adequate. I don't like turning people away, but you may have better luck somewhere else. If you do want to reapply though, start over from scratch and take a look at some other apps that have been accepted. DO NOT COPY from them but note how they have told their stories.
    Also, you didn't read the rules.

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    posted a message on CLOSED)☢ FALLOUT: Ashes of Our Fathers ☢ [24/7][Serious RolePlay][Real-life Locations][Factions]
    Quote from Lolzbot916

    So, do I do post my AoOF app as my SoOF app even If they are two separate characters?
    Admin Niloc692 here, if you were accepted to the server you need not create another application format, you're good to go to play with your second character. Hop on the server and pm me if you have any more questions, I can usually be found there.
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    posted a message on CLOSED)☢ FALLOUT: Ashes of Our Fathers ☢ [24/7][Serious RolePlay][Real-life Locations][Factions]
    Quote from Bisho

    **Out of Character**

    IGN: _Bisho_

    Age: 17

    How did you find us? Referred here by people

    What Roleplay experience do you have? Lots, examples being LoTC, Aeonis, RoK (Lol), as well as admin on a developing Roleplay server.

    Define Meta-gaming in your words: Meta-gaming is using information you've gathered OOCly to your characters advantage in Roleplay.

    Define Power-gaming in your words: Power-gaming is forcing an action upon another character, an example being shooting laser beams out of your eyes that instantly kill anyone.

    Define God-Modding in your words: Making your character basically "God" in a sense, dodging bullets and doing extremes that couldn't otherwise be possible.


    **In Character**

    Name: Tristan Flerith

    Nickname: None

    Age: 23

    Gender: Male

    Appearance: Tristan has a very rugged appearance which is common in these times. Dark un-kept hair covers his head and he often travels in light clothing with a few accessories. His clothing is often dull colored as to not stick out or make him an easy target. He runs about 5'11 and weighs 135 lb. He has a slim yet toned build with dull green eyes but is very average looking and doesn't have much to set him apart from others.

    Personality: Tristan usually keeps to the task at hand but doesn't stray from anyone looking to socialize. He often meets people that seem trustworthy with a very open personality. This does not mean he doesn't have common-sense for the wasteland and typically knows if he is being lured in or being conned. But instead of acting out in aggression he often just ignores hostile actions unless absolutely necessary for him to act out against whatever advisory that may try to harm him.

    In-game RP example: Tristan rummages with the small can he found laying about outside, trying to polish it clean for future use as a small old man approaches him. The old man smiles and exclaims, " 'Ello there! Mind in helpin' an old man here in this time of need?.." Tristan forces a smile as he slowly raises from his dull task and nods to him, "Uhmm..sure, what is you need exactly?" as Tristan inquires he looks around the old man in-case for an awaiting group of bandits or soldiers. "Well see, I need somethin' to hold a bit of water 'dat seems well enough to drink..but I got nothin'!" as Tristan hears this he sighs slightly and glances down at the polished can in his hand and reluctantly tosses it to the old man, at this the old man lunges to catch the can and tosses Tristan a few caps for his kind gesture.

    Background: Tristan was born and raised in the waste, not by choice of his own of course. Tristan often would've preferred to not of been born at all, at least not now with how things are. Tristan's parents, Christopher and Lydria, wanted the most honest life someone could live in the waste, so they often tried to stick with other "honest" people. This brought Tristan's birth place to be San Francisco and he often had people to socialize with. Whether it be children his age or travelers passing through, Tristan would try to make friends. This made Tristan very cultured and made him knowledgeable to just how dangerous the Waste was to his parents discontent. Hearing all these tales made Tristan at a young age become both enthralled and terrified at the same time. He longed for adventure, but at the same time safety and nourishment. As Tristan grew his father taught him simple tasks, such as fixing tools, scavenging, cooking, and few other simple skills. He even learned a few tricks about hunting from a Brahmin herder who was passing by. His name was Jeremiah, and he seemed as much as a cowboy as Tristan pictured from stories. He wore a long twine hat and carried a chrome plated .44 Magnum. In Tristan's time he never saw Jeremiah miss a single shot with that gun, but Tristan always did ponder where he got it and where he managed to get the ammo from (It wasn't until he turned 18 that Tristan learned about Gun Runners).


    Jeremiah soon become Tristan's father in some words after Christopher was mauled by pack of mole rats and never returned home. He taught him about raising Brahmin and farming in the waste. When Tristan turned 19 Jeremiah informed him on the demographics in the world that he lived him. He told him what sorts to watch out for, the many different factions such as the NCR for example, native beast, gangs, and often took him to Gun Runner camps to learn about the variety of weapons that exist in the world. After a trip to the closet settlement, Jeremiah and Tristan were heading back to Tristan's mother but they were cut off by an oddly attractive female who seemed to have dropped her supplies on the side of the road. Tristan, feeling sly and smooth, went over to assist the attractive woman and hopefully get compensated but he soon was stopped stiff after he stepped too close and Jeremiah's skull was split open by a speeding bullet. The attractive girl soon turned into the only thing Tristan had ever hated as she giggled and stood up as a large man rose behind a rock carrying a rifle with a smoking barrel. She smirked and said "Oh..my my what a cutie, too bad for your friend there" she giggled from this and the man soon took her side and laughed along side her. The man coughed a rugged cough and soon recovered and said, "Don't be a 'ero kid...give us what 'ya got and 'ya will keep 'yer manhood" Tristan didn't respond much to this and only stood shaking, with fear or anger he still doesn't know this day. Tristan didn't want to bother with life anymore, Jeremiah was what he loved most in this life, his mother becoming a common prostitute only provided a home for Tristan. At this thought just as Tristan was about to bolt across and try to take one of them out, assault rifle cracks lit up the sky and the two beings of evil got ripped to shreds by NCR fired bullets. What Tristan assumed was a NCR Lt. came to and examined Jeremiah's body and shook his hand "Sorry for your loss kid, we've been tracking these two down for miles, they would've gunned you down too if it wasn't for us". Tristan's eyes had begun to tear up but he shook them off, Jeremiah had taught him better to cry, infront of others at least. The Lt. left an NCR soldier by to guide Tristan home but before they headed out he buried Jeremiah with the .44 in his hand only taking the 10mm from his other holster to remember him by, and so this would never happen to him in the future. Now at the age of 23 Tristan buries his mother whom died from some disease she got from "work" and took the few caps they had and sets off for a future, perhaps join the NCR and fight the good fight, perhaps become a quiet nomad. Where ever the wind blew him he told himself and he loaded his handgun and closed the door to his old childhood home, and opened the door to the Wasteland.
    All right, Bisho. I'll let you know that you've got a reputation that has followed you even here to AoOF, and it isn't a good one. I am going to offer you a chance to join the community but know that if you don't behave staff can cut you loose.
    Everything here is acceptable as far as a character would go, and while I'd like to see more about how his parent's deaths affected him like his friend Jeremiah, that shows me that at least you know the effect death has on someone, and simply forgot or chose to exclude it for the others.
    Two other things in regards to your background, the boy can not have grown up in San Francisco, every character is starting off walking to the city. You can have grown up in some nameless town elsewhere, I won't hold you back to make a small change like that if you understand. Lastly, the "few" caps that you take had better be very low in amount, you will have to work for your caps in San Francisco, and we don't want to give anyone an unfair advantage.
    With all that taken into mind, I still have to bring up one thing.
    - Rules: Read them all thoroughly.
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    posted a message on CLOSED)☢ FALLOUT: Ashes of Our Fathers ☢ [24/7][Serious RolePlay][Real-life Locations][Factions]
    Quote from ugotpowned

    **Out of Character**
    IGN: Ugotpowned
    Age: 17
    How did you find us? Looking for some good servers on the forums
    What Roleplay experience do you have? I have a lot of roleplay I played on Lord Of The Craft on my friends account then I bought my MC account
    Define Meta-gaming in your words: Simply put, this is essentially the act of placing OOC conversations into the knowledge of your character.

    Define Power-gaming in your words: Powergaming (or power gaming) is a style of interacting with games or game-like systems with the aim of maximising progress towards a specific goal, to the exclusion of other considerations such as (in video games, boardgames, and roleplaying games) storytelling, atmosphere and camaraderie. Due to its focus on the letter of the rules over the spirit of the rules, it is often seen as unsporting, un-fun, or unsociable. This behaviour is most often found in games with a wide range of game features, lengthy campaigns or prize tournaments such as role-playing, massively multiplayer or collectible games

    Define God-Modding in your words: God-Modding is when your character has the ability to do anything they want. If that means being invincible they can. God-Modding has no limits or boundaries.

    **In Character**
    Name: Reno Cortar
    Nickname: (Optional): Arri (pronounced: arr-ri)
    Age: 27
    Gender: Male
    Appearance: 5ft 9, A bit built on the upper body. Has brown hair. He is kind of tanish more white. has blue eyes. His hair is kind of long and looks like a buzz cut grown out. He has a pair of black jeans and white tshirt. (Clothes are worn out a little)

    Personality: He helps people when they need help, when it's time to fight he doesn't back down. He likes to help the elderly, doesn't boast to anyone if he does anything big. He's basically a nice guy but since the war his personality slowly changes into that survival state.

    In-game RP example: (Include dialog):
    Person 1: "Hey you."
    Person 2: Looks up and glance's over "yeah?"
    Person 1: "Looks like you need a little help, need a hand?"
    Person 2: With a tiny stutter ".y..yeah"
    Person 1: walks over, puts his bag down and lifts the metal with the guy.
    *Action being done*
    Person 1: With sweat rolling under his chin. "That's a big piece of metal, what are you planning to do with it?"
    Person 2: "I'm going to try and use it to reinforce a car I've been working on."
    Person 1: Raises an eyebrow "Where did you get the car?"
    Person 2: Feeling hostile "Why do you want to know?"
    Person 1: "Oh sorry for asking, if that's all I'll be on my way"
    Person 2: Feeling of regret "Wait, I've been slowly gathering pieces and making a car to help me get out of this desolent wasteland. If you can help me bring this metal and some other stuff I could get you out.
    Person 1: With no hesitation, Smile "My name is John...John Conway."
    Person 2: "My name is Jake tyler." Put's out his hand
    Person 1: Shake's hand and smiles
    Scene

    Background: (Be detailed and in-depth. Also explain how you came to be in Salt Lake City.): Reno Cortar, a young man born around 2254 April 13. He lived with his father, his mother was killed by a Sentry bot. Reno and his father trained a lot on being stealthy and finding good places to rest at. When they were able to get food they didn't waste any of it, they would eat all of it I would not go hunting unless they were starved. Reno did not get used to the food until the age of 8 where he began to understand that this what they were living in. His dad new the world was dangerous so at any time if it was a quiet he would teach Reno how to shoot. The gun that was used was a S&W .32 Revolver, Small but could do the trick. It was really hard for them to find ammo until they were able to scavenge a small box just for his .32 where they found it in a house. at the age of 15 Reno was able to do a lot he knew when to do things at the right time. Him and his dad were always ready for anything, but later one night Reno got up to the sounds of squeaking noise. He looked up in the curtains of there make shift home to see a Sentry bot outside, Reno wanted to get revenge, so he picked up his dad's gun and was slowly moving out to try and take it down. His dad woke up a few moments later after gun shots were fired. He ran to the side to find his son missing and and a sentry bot trying to shoot his son. Without hesitation his father jumped on the sentry bot with a Wrench and tried to destroy it. He was flung but his dad was able to remove a small metal part. Reno looking he watched as his father was shot multiple times on the ground.With rage in his mind he walked behind the bot and shot it in the small area where the metal was gone. Reno laid there on the ground with father sobbing at his death. He buried his father the next day. Reno is now a more mature man and where dog tags around his neck dedicated to his mother and father, he will do anything to stop Robots and Computers and is a strong fighter. He has made his way to Salt lake city where he thinks he will be able to talk to people and form a group meant for ending it all.

    Sorry but you have clearly copied the definition for power-gaming straight off Wikipedia. This is plagiarism and it is not tolerated, this application is
    Quote from heypssstBOOM!

    **Out of Character**
    IGN:ShockerJB
    Age: 14
    How did you find us? I'm an Old SOoF player. :D
    What Roleplay experience do you have? I've been on multiple servers after the shut down of Old SOoF, and was on SOoF before anyways.
    Define Meta-gaming in your words: Using OOC information to you're IC advantage.
    Define Power-gaming in your words: Forcing an action unto a Player without their consent or giving the options
    Define God-Modding in your words: Dodging Everything, not taking any damage, also, if you do get hit, you give absolutely no reaction to it and just carry on as if it's normal and you haven't been hit.

    **In Character**
    Name: Craig Miller
    Nickname: Atlas
    Age: 23
    Gender: Male
    Appearance: His hair is black and rough, it's of medium length. He wears a Pinstripe Suit that is old and a bit rugged but seems well maintained. His skin is pale and and he has green eyes. He's also at an average height of 5'9".
    Personality: Craig to his friends, is very friendly he'll help them whenever he can or has time, although he can be aggitated a little easily if he's overwhelmed. To strangers, craig is rather wary and precautious and will not trust people for a long time, and is often a bit rude to them. However if Craig ever, and i mean ever, sees a chance to show off, he'll take it. He LOVES to be the centre of attention.
    In-game RP example: *Craig walks down the street humming an old musical tune which just becomes random humming and whistling. He seems rather tired*
    *A bandit walks out of a dark building behing Craig and puts a gun to the back of Craig's head and says: " Turn out your pockets and give me everything you've got right now or I swear i'll blow your f***ing brains out man!"
    *Craig begins to pull out his pockets, nothing but one lonely cap falls to the ground and he states: " As you can see i'm a very...Rich...Man."
    *The Bandit throws the gun to the floor which should cause it to fire, but there's no bullets within it, or a magazine within the gun " Why haven't you got any money!"
    *Craig slowly turns around to the bandit and says " You're the third one today, you should have been quicker" After saying this Craig quickly goes to kick the man in the chest"
    *The Bandit is distressed and doesn't see it coming and falls to the floor, winded*
    *Craig uses this time to make a hasty escape.*

    Background: Craig Miller grew up lonely, his mother protected him as best she could throughout the years, they would move around from location to location everynight looking for a safe place to sleep. Craig's mother always taught Craig to be wary and precautious of strangers but do his best to help his friends in need, she said this would get him far in life. Craig was a child that thaught alot, about what his future would hold and how him and his mother would find somewhere nice and live peacefully. Craig loved to imagine, and Craig was a weak child. That is, until his mother died, she had been looking for food and seen a bandit, this wasn't the problem though, in a hurry to get away without being seen his mother ran backwards but her arm was cut open on some sharp metal, she hit an artery, and later died of blood loss. This killed Craig inside, and this is when his schitzophrenia began. For his teen years he was a wreck. He would constantly be going in and out of his second side. This other side he called...Atlas. A name he liked and had read in an old comic book, Craig thought in his teen years, that "Atlas" his other side, could be a hero, could kill everyone and everything with ease, and this, obviously wasn't true, as Atlas, he often ran at Bandits with mere blades to try and kill them all, this very rarely worked. He came out with scars, cuts and bruises. This is when Craig realized he needed allies and friends. He met a man named Kane Niles, they became friends and survived together for around 2 years, they never really did anything exciting but Craig had a better life now than he'd had for the last 9 years. Craig always made Kane call him Atlas, which simply confused Kane, but he went along with it if it made Craig happier. Craig's Schizophrenia seemed to clear up a bit now, and he rarely had attacks.
    After looking for a short time, they managed to get a meeting with the mayor of the city Jericho. The mayor was a serious man, who was secretly rather cruel and cunning man, but his citizens wouldn't know that. Craig and Kane did everything he asked of them to begin with, and then the jobs began to become less frequent, but Craig and Kane where always awaiting a job, never wanting to disappoint the man that could kill them in a minute. They feared him. Because although before he could barely touch them, now he had them in his control, and Craig and Kane knew, one false move and they where dead.
    After around 2 or 3 years of being friends and working together, Craig and Kane began going on bandit trips, Craig would stop the people, whilst Kane would come up behind them with his Combat Shotgun and kill them. This lasted around 2 weeks.

    The mayor got sick of the bad reputation this gave him. He called Kane into his office, and whilst Craig stood outside...a Handheld chainsaw was shoved into Kane's Chest, almost instantly killing him. Craig ran, although he was chased by securitrons and the boss himself. Craig ran for so long, stopping only when he had time to get a breath and then carrying on, he made it across the border of Utah and all the way to San Fransisco, this is where he lays now, under an old ruined bridge, whilst running he had been shot at a lot, his skin had been skimmed several times over his body, in pain, with the sun shining on his face, Craig faces on of his hardest challenges yet. New Lands, no friends, and no supplies. Craig's adventure begins with pain and misfortune, but how will it end?

    powering up my vault boy and all that
    Sorry about the formatting, but I'm done with laying out posts, so I hope you can read it, if not, ask someone like Colin or Krosev and I can send a raw copy via skype.
    All right, OOC info is good and I know much of the IC story is backed up by original SoOF Gameplay, so I'll let this application go through. Don't disappoint.
    Quote from Fireball10125

    Is this server open to the public or not? I can't seem to conect and there are conflicting parts of information.
    This server is open to all those with accepted applications. We may decide to add a type of greylist for players without an accepted application but for now you will not be able to join.
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    posted a message on CLOSED)☢ FALLOUT: Ashes of Our Fathers ☢ [24/7][Serious RolePlay][Real-life Locations][Factions]
    Quote from nolanwashere

    **Out of Character**
    IGN: nolanwashere

    Age: 14

    How did you find us? I’ve been affiliated with Akavir for a long while, ‘was also on SooF.

    What Roleplay experience do you have? I’ve been RPing on servers for years now, and I also have an abundant amount of staff experience.

    Define Meta-gaming in your words: Meta gaming is when one learns something IRL/OOCly and changes their character’s actions, personality, or location around this information that their character doesn’t know, but the player does. Meta gaming is not telling somebody something OOCly about something IC, using that information that you learn OOCly to alter your character however is.

    Define Power-gaming in your words: Power gaming can be recognized as simply not attempting to do something, forcing the fate of another character, roleplaying like you are fighting a punching bag. *he trips his assailant, then punches him two times in the face before running away*. Simply being overpowered; *hacks computer at first attempt, gets all information on computer*

    Define God-Modding in your words: (To me, this has always been an aspect of Power-Gaming, definitions may be mixed) God-modding can be recognized as being completely unrealistic, or overpowered, simply being illogical. *jumps off the skyscraper, and lands on the grass; the grass breaks his fall.* *runs up the wall, then jumps over the angry crowd and escapes*

    **In Character**
    Name: Edwin Satan Van-Daele

    Nickname: N/A

    Age: 36

    Gender: Male

    Appearance: 6’1 in height, muscly (a soldier’s body), greying hair, fern green eyes, short cut hair, heavy stubble on his face. His arms are strong. He has a bullet wound on his lower back, and another in his upper, right chest. Signs of aging on his face, wrinkles, as shown below. His skin is fair, not that tanned, not pale. His neck is a little thicker than most. He isn't close to balding, but keeps his hair short, and a little blown back, as shown below.


    Personality: Edwin is a calm man, usually keeping to himself. A warrior, his personality most likely will determine on his future, not his past, intelligent, he knows how to use all kinds of weapons. Despite his loyalty, he does not live to serve, on his free time he relaxes, or enjoys tobacco; he’s smart enough not to die for his ego. He is a tough, and not easily broken. He doesn’t often panic, when others would. He doesn't try to involve himself socially, when he does he isn't much of a talker, but calmly maintains a hint of politeness. He opposes slavery, abuse, rape, and the likes, but won't charge a group of armed slavers like an idiot if he comes across some. He promotes gun use, because he believes they should be used for self-defence, as the wastes are no place for a pacifist. Won't often talk back to his superiors.

    In-game RP example:
    Edwin Van-Daele, age 21.

    *Edwin walks out of the barracks, quietly sneaking out as his brothers and sisters sleep, heading to the firing range*

    *an older man, looking to be 48, wearing recon armor, meets him in the hall, coming from the other side*

    *Edwin halts, staring at the man*

    *The man stares back, speaking:* "Going somewhere, Edwin?"

    "I was going to the firing range, to practice." *he looks to the ground, expecting to be sent back to the barracks.*

    "You shouldn't be up so early, it'll take a toll on your skills, not getting enough sleep."

    "Yes, father. I just want to keep up the good work." *he rubs his neck*

    "I'm proud of you, son... but you haven't got a clue what good work is, wait until this child-like training starts, we will go on missions together, and you will actually be doing good work."

    *Edwin smiled, imagining him and his father returning to the brotherhood base after going out on a mission, speaking* "So... can I go to the firing range?"

    "No, rest up." *said Daniel, as he turned and walked on down the hall, coughing into his arm as he turned a corner*

    *Edwin turned, going back into the barracks, to his bunk, returning to sleep.*

    Unfortunately, Daniel succumbed to mesothelioma later that year, dying the next, before the two had a chance to work together.

    Background:

    Edwin Van-Daele was born into the Brotherhood’s Chicago Chapter, child of Paladin Daniel Van-Daele, and Scribe Elizabeth H. Satan. He was raised as a Brotherhood Squire, and did not get much attention from his parents. His father, Daniel, was a nice man, and only neglected Edwin because his work forced them to drift apart. His mother, Elizabeth, was an anti-social, crooked, strict woman, often only showing care for her husband, but not their child. Eating well; he grew to a height of 5’11 by age twelve, and began training at age fourteen, becoming an Initiate. Social life was bland/non-existent, spending most of his free time sleeping, Edwin studied the armor and weapons the brotherhood used, giving him some skill in repairing them.

    Van-Daele became an Apprentice at age seventeen, and remained one until age twenty. At age twenty, Edwin proved himself by having the second best recorded accuracy in his age group, on the firing range. He was then promoted to Junior Knight. Right before Edwin turned twenty-two, his father succumbed to mesothelioma, meaning his recon armor’s asbestos encapsulation was somehow damaged in his past. His mother reacted maturely, continuing to do her job. Van-Daele took up smoking, sad that his father died before he could do much with him, toughening his personality.

    He became a Knight at age twenty-four, getting power armor training. Beginning to go on missions. Sent out on a reconnaissance mission, to investigate a nearby possible location of valuable technology, he was attacked by two raiders, getting shot from behind in the lower back with a Lee-Enfield .303, (only wearing recon armor), he managed to fight them off, using his laser rifle, he managed to return to the base before bleeding out, getting immediate medical attention, and surviving. His mother came to visit him, to his surprise. He recovered well, back on his feet before the end of the month.

    He spent the next twelve years as a model Knight, likely told he is being held down for a large promotion. Because of his skill, record, and the fact that the brotherhood could not use him as well as they could in a new chapter, he was one of the honored to be chosen people, who were brought along in the squad with the young Elder-to-be Diana Anderson, heading to San Francisco, to start a chapter. (As for adding more things to why they went to San Francisco, that isn't about me, that's about the whole faction's lore, I did however add reasons on why he was picked.)

    Taking his power armor off for the night, as the group took shelter under a rocky overhang, one of the Knights watching the wastes while the others slept, hearing a gunshot, Van-Daele woke to see the Knight firing his laser rifle off into the distance, he stood, going to grab his laser rifle, but was shot in the upper right chest, falling onto his back, the Knight kill the raider, and Van-Daele survived the wound, mended by a traveling doctor that his brothers abducted. They continued traveling the next day.

    *Powers up vault boy 3000*
    (UofM gave me permission to start as a member of the brotherhood.)
    All right...I'd approve it, but you know that right now, the map is set to Salt Lake City, not San Fran? If you want to edit this character for SoOF, I'll accept it for you.
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    posted a message on CLOSED)☢ FALLOUT: Ashes of Our Fathers ☢ [24/7][Serious RolePlay][Real-life Locations][Factions]
    Quote from justofsteel

    OOC:
    IGN:justofsteel

    Age: 17


    Time you can dedicate: couple hours a day

    Why us?: i played on akavir and I feel like getting back into fallout

    Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples) role playing is taking on the personality of your character and living their life doing things the way they would.

    Define Meta-gaming in your words: meta-gaming would be using information you heard say on global or the forum and using it ic even if your character does not know this.

    Define Power-gaming in your words: power-gaming is forcing an action apon another player such as "stabs his chest" it should be "stabs at chest" leaving the other player a chance to react

    Did you join our website?sure did

    IC:
    Name: Conner Hawke
    Nickname: (Optional)
    Age: 40
    Gender: male.


    Appearance: he is a rather short man only being 5,8. he has a buzz cut with a five o'clock shadow. he always has these tired looking eyes, that gives cold stares. usually has a jacket with a pocket for his flask and he leaves open enough to show off any gun he has. usually doesn't smile

    Personality: Conner is usually never in a good mood. he usually only cares a bout himself. he complains about having no money but he has a gambling and drinking problem so it's no mystery where it goes. he seems to be trying to forget some thing and just buries that behinde his problems and his angry and hostile attitude

    In-game RP example: (Include dialog) Conner is sitting down a bar in some casino on the vegas strip smoking a cigare and mixing up some dice's in his other hand.*he looks over at a man eyeing him at the other end of the bar* *he gives his cigare one last puff and put's it down in an ash tray*
    Conner: Hey! what are you looking at?
    The man: you owe me some money Conner!
    * Conner moves closer* Ah damn the loan shark.
    *the loan shark stands up and cracks his knukles*
    Conner:I ain't got your money!
    *he reaches for a beer bottle but before he could grab it a man from behinde grabs his arm*
    * Conner looks behinde him* ­..
    *the loan shark closer now .goes to punch Conner in the face*
    *Conner turns his head and takes the punch to the side of his face and falls to the ground*
    conner: ughh! damn bastards... I'll get you the money!
    Loan shark: you better! it will be worst next time.. *the loan shark goes and takes a beer bottle and trys to smash it over Conner's head*
    *Conner still in a daze takes it and is knocked out*

    Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs) growing up Conner never really was a good kid. Always picking fights with anyone that bothered him, his father didn’t seem to care about him all that much. Anytime Conner would annoy him he would just hit Conner across the face and tell him to leave. Is mother was long gone so he really had no one to take care of him. He would spend a lot of time in freeside. He had made a few friends there. They had got him into smoking and acting all tough. He lived like a thug and it didn’t seem to bother him. It soon got all to his head. Thinking he was it and when he returned home with that attitude his father was drunk and got up in Connors face. Not having any of it Conner pushed his father down. He was furious they got into a huge fist fight, and ended with Conner strangling his father to death. Not sure of what he had just done. He just sat down in his father’s chair, and starting to drink from the flask that was on it. He sat there for hours before he had the strength to go bury the old man and get back to his life, Which didn’t get better from there

    Now Conner still lives around the New Vegas area, in his old house that he took from his father. Never really had a job just did odd jobs around the area just enough to fuel his problems. Instead of using his money to aid his family he would take his payments into new Vegas. And usually would never return with it. Hitting up all the popular casinos, He had made a name for himself. Not a good one. He had 0 luck, he would never win. He would save just enough to buy a drink and some smokes. One night after losing most of his money he went into a rage saying the game was rigged. Saying they just stole all his money. a man over heard this and a approached him with a bag of caps. The man told him to take it and keep playing. Conner of course took it and blew all of that. He never thought anything of it and just returned home drunk and mad. The next time he went out that same man approached him asking him where all the money he gave him went.Conner told him he lost it all and to screw off. But he was approached by more men and the loan shark that had giving him the money pull out a knife and threatened him. He had to repay them double what he had used. He owed them 5 thousand caps. Weeks passed by and he couldn’t make the money to repay them and the threats began to become more often and more deadly he thought of going to the NCR for help. But they would never help a drunk like him so he had to handle this himself. One night when Conner was returning home, He saw a flame and smoke. He started to run and when it came into view. His house was being burned to the ground. He ran to it and heard screams. His wife and child were trapped inside the blazing house. He started to kick the door but it was no use. it was stuck. A voice came from behind him. Are you willing to pay us now Mr. Hawke? The loan shark had burned his house and his family. He gave them what he had at that moment which was not nearly enough. A couple of days after his house had burned. He searched the ruins. He Found his scorched flask, he took it and left the Vegas areas. Just trying to get away from it all.

    He picked a direction and started to walk that way. that direction happen to be toward Utah the closer he got the more stories he heard of Salt Lake City so he said he would start a new in this city. Along the way he ran out of supplies and he didn’t have the caps to buy anything. So one night he came upon a camp site there was a sleeping merchant and he was un guarded. In an act to survive he cut the merchants throat while he was sleeping and took all the supplies he could carry. Not bothered by what he had done he found a new way to make money. And decided maybe he could make a living this way. And that’s how he would start in Salt lake city
    Powers up vault boy 300
    All right, this app is good by my standards...
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    posted a message on CLOSED)☢ FALLOUT: Ashes of Our Fathers ☢ [24/7][Serious RolePlay][Real-life Locations][Factions]
    Quote from Rockmatt

    **Out of Character**

    IGN: _Elavae

    Age: 16

    how did you find us? I have being looking for a fallout game ever since I got and finished fallout new Vegas

    What Roleplay experience do you have? I have played skyrim elder scrolls, fallout 1, fallout 3 and fallout new vegas,

    Define Meta-gaming in your words: using stuff you already know to give you an advantage in-game

    Define Power-gaming in your words: using people or forcing people to improve yourself (cheating, picking on the little guy)

    Define God-Modding in your words: making your character unstoppable

    **In Character**


    Name: Marcus O’Donall

    Nickname: Rockmerc

    Age: 34

    Gender: male

    Appearance: leather armour, rough hair, brunette, scare on right eye, broken nose, leather gloves, broken watch, knife and pistol strap on right hip, goggles, leather military boots, AK-47 slung over back and a piece of stone lodged on the right side of his face. 5’6, heavily built, blue eyes, thick heavy beard, lots of scares and bullet holes.

    Personality: harsh, always on-edge, suspicious and loyal

    In-game RP example:
    Marcus O’Donall in a bar
    “huh, you bone head pass me a drink”
    Bartender slides the drink down to Marcus, Marcus missed it and the glass smashs onto the floor.
    “you washed out, old, lickel, ******* ill get you for that”

    Bartender “now Marcus ill do you another”
    Option 1: “ill kill” (draw weapon)
    Option 2: “fine do me another but don’t, think ill pay for that one”

    Going of option 2
    Bartender “ok, whatever you say”
    “hay, lass how are you today”

    Lass “get away from me, you smell like and look like the rear end of a Brahmin”

    “what! Errr, why carn’t I get a lass these days?”

    Lass “because your mean and look ugly”.

    Background: marcus O’Donall escaped the homemade vault barely, his parents along with every else in the vault had been turned into feral ghouls, marcus had survived the radiation that had been leaking into the vault by hiding with his parents in the overseers fail safe room along with 7 other people. When marcus turned 16 he started to notice his parents scratch the walls until their nails started to bleed when he approached them, they screamed at him and started to run towards him. Marcus grabbed a 10mm pistol (give to his dad by his uncle Jeff 3 years ago) and opened fire on his parents, he killed them, Marcus sunk to his knees and started to cry. Marcus best friend Tom Bartmen heard the screams and rushed in and started to comfort Marcus. 12 days later Tom and Marcus left the vault with whatever equipment they could scavenge, (most of it junk, but they did get; 10mm pistol, 12,7mm submachine gun, combat knife and a lot of meds and food supplies), they quickly found a settlement and sold their junk for a lot of caps. The caps lasted them till they where 21 years old, tom and Marcus with their last remaining caps bought some ammo and became mercs, they travelled everywhere increasing their fame, the caps kept flowing in so they kept being mercs, their journey led them to San Francisco where they had got a radio call where a very wealthy man was willing to pay big for armed body guards. It turned out to be a trap, raiders jumped out and ambushed tom and Marcus a brutal shoot out happened, Marcus and tom won but tom was mortally wounded and didn’t survive the night. When Marcus turned up in town and claimed that he had killed the raider gang, the people their started calling him the Rockmerc. Marcus didn’t know why until he looked in the rented rooms mirror and notice that he had cuts, bullet holes and shrapnel all over his body, but the thing that caught his eye was the bit of stone lodged in his face above his right eye.
    'ello, I'm niloc692. I'll be reviewing your app today!
    - Meta-gaming and Power-gaming: Both of these are off target, if you really want to get in on our server, you'll have to read our post here. http://www.rp-craft.net/bnw/m/14264672/viewthread/9019322-roleplay-on-brave-new-world-tech-guide
    -
    Appearance: Much of this stuff is far too powerful, characters should not be this well equipped coming into the server. The AK-47 and leather armor will need to be toned down or completely removed. Don't worry, your character doesn't need to be completely equipped in this server, many characters don't wear anything but labcoats!
    - Personality: I'm sorry, but this personality is essentially worthless. There isn't any substance beneath this, and as such, you have no character.
    - RP Example: This example is riddled with grammatical and spelling errors, and coupled with a confusing "option" system? When you RP, you simply put your actions such as *He growls as his would-be drink crashes and breaks along the floor*
    - Background: First off, I'm going to inform you there are no "home-made vaults" that could protect you in the war. Furthermore, your character seems like a "badass of the wastes that can take anything thrown at him". He seems too flat to exist on this plane of reality. Un-phased by anything the world can throw at him and emotionless. Lastly, the current map on the server is for Salt Lake City, Utah.
    - Rules: Read them all.
    Over all, I fear that there is nothing here that you should consider saving, and would highly recommend you scrap the app and re apply with a different application, with these things taken into consideration. Prove that you're worthy of joining this server!
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    posted a message on CLOSED)☢ FALLOUT: Ashes of Our Fathers ☢ [24/7][Serious RolePlay][Real-life Locations][Factions]
    Quote from magnum2016

    Okay here is my modified version
    I am very sorry i did not read the rules and that my first impressions was rather poor i was just in a hurry to go to bed and i really wanted to sign up.




    **Out of Character**


    IGN: Magnum2016

    Age: 23

    How did you find us?
    I typed in Fallout and boom I found you guys, I have been looking for a good Fallout server for awhile.

    What Roleplay experience do you have?

    http://forum.suprema...leplay-Sign-Ups
    Please go to the link I listed and it will show you how serious of a roleplayer I am (I wrote about 90% of it), other than that I have roleplayed in the server Fallz.

    Define Meta-gaming in your words:

    Using knowledge that I have obtained outside of the game but not yet in game. (Pretty much going OOC (Out of Character)

    Define Power-gaming in your words:

    Forcing players and controlling players so they will do as you ask. (Usually players who have been playing for longs amounts of time.) Also i believe that doing unrealistic things that could hurt the roleplay

    Define God-Modding in your words:

    pretty much godmodding is when you give your character special abilities so he cannot die or fail. This could be saying something like “I have TB-51B Power Armor” when in reality all he has is a leather jacket. It really hurts roleplays and makes them not very fun.

    Did you join our website?

    Yes I had signed up quite awhile ago under another email address but I just resigned up with my new main email.

    **In Character**

    Name:
    Joshua Graham (Willing to change name if needed)

    Nickname:
    Josh

    Age: 25

    Gender: Male

    Appearance:

    5’7 feet tall, with short black hair and blue eyes. However his Bandana and Balaclava cover up his hair. He wears tattered clothes that are ripped with bullets and knife slashes and he always carries around his trusty .45 Caliber Handgun as well as a bible that he reads everyday after a long firefight. His face is awfully burned due to reasons he does not wish to speak about. Many believe this is why he covers up his face with bandages.

    Also he has a large scar across his left temple that stretches all the way down to his chin. The reason the scar occurred was because 3 muggers jumped him on a scavenging missions and one of them sliced him with a knife.

    Personality:
    A kind and caring man who is willing to protect others, he is very religious and always carries around his personal bible. He is hostile to all kinds of raiders or anyone who poses a threat to others. Even though he is highly religious he drinks alcohol daily to help him with the pain of his burns. Despite his short height he is a brute and has been known to take on gangs of more than five raiders at the same time coming back with only scrapes on himself.

    He also has a depression problem, which is one of the main reasons he drinks constantly, he believes that he could have saved Yuri and the slavers if they would have just given him the chance.





    In-game RP example:

    Outside of Capitol Building (SLC)

    *Joshua Graham walks up the steps of the building staring at the dead bodies held up by spikes in disgust*

    Joshua Graham: Anyone there? *His voice echoes*

    Unknown: You better stay out if you know whats good for you buddy!

    Joshua Graham: I am just here for the computer chip no one has to get hurt

    *Bullet screeches past his face*

    Unknown: You better stay out buddy next time it will be in between your eyes!

    *Joshua pulls out his .45 Caliber Handgun*

    Joshua: *sigh* it never goes the easy way

    *Joshua charges inside firing off 3 rounds two of which land headshots*

    Raider: Holy Crap! He killed them all get everyone up here no.....

    *Joshua shoots him in the heart and charges the raider and grabs his backpack. After retreating in cover he quickly opens up the raiders backpack to find the computer chip*

    *Footsteps can be heard moving across the Capital Buildings marble floors, Joshua hides in cover*

    Raider #2: Where the ­ is he! Oh my god he killed Zane!

    Raider #3: Where is the computer chip?

    *Raider #2 checks the dead raiders backpack*

    Raider #2: It’s freak­ing gone!

    *Joshua lops a grenade into the central area of the raiders it detonates upon impact*

    *Both raiders are sent backwards by the blast*

    Raider #3: Ugh... what the ­... Johnny (Raider #2) you okay man? What the ­ was that?

    *Raider #3 looks at Johnny only to see him missing 2 arms and having shrapnel in his face*

    Joshua: I am sorry about your friend really; I had no intentions on killing anyone today.

    *Joshua walks towards the man, his trusty handgun in one hand and a bible in the other.

    Raider #3: screw ­ you man you killed my entire gang! Go burn in hell!

    *Joshua pulls out a bible (Book Of Mormon) and opens it to a page with a bookmark*

    Joshua: I will go and do the things which the Lord hath commanded, for I know that the Lord giveth no commandment unto the children of men, save he shall prepare a way for them that they may accomplish the thing which he commandeth them. *Coughs* 2nd Nephi 3:7

    *Joshua aims his handgun at the raider and ends the raiders sinful life*

    OOC: After the firefight Joshua collected any items that may be of value to him and the people and slowly walked down the steps on the capital building heading towards the outpost.

    *9 hours later*
    Inside of Outpost

    Joseph (shopkeeper): Joshua you are back *laughs* so did you get what i need?

    Joshua: I got that of which you commanded however show me my payment first

    Joseph: Of course! *He pulls out a small bag of bottle caps and three bottles of whiskey* Everything you requested!

    Joshua: Well then here you go *passes the chip to Joseph*

    Joseph: You have no clue how long i have been looking for this!

    Joshua: Yeah yeah you say that about everything I get you.

    *Joshua grabs his reward and walks towards the weapons shop*

    Slash (Weapon Shop Owner): Joshua what have you got me today? Or just looking to buy some merchandise?

    Joshua: Both, i had a run in with some raiders i found some weapons I think you will like.

    Slash: Excellent it amazes me how you are still alive after all of these encounters what’s your secret son?

    Joshua: Lets just say i have someone watching over me

    *Joshua empties his bag showing the following items*

    2x 9mm handguns
    1x 10mm handgun
    29x 9mm rounds
    3x Frag Grenades
    1x .308 Hunting Rifle
    22x .308 Rounds
    13x cans of food

    Slash: Holy ­! You hit the jackpot today! What do you want for all of this?

    Joshua: Well... *He glares at the M4A1 mounted on the wall*

    *Slash turns around to see the M4*

    Slash: You want that beauty? *Sigh* you have yourself a deal *He smiles*

    Joshua: Also i want 90x 5.56 Rounds

    Slash: Deal!

    Joshua: Excellent

    *Slash hands the M4A1 from the shelf*

    Slash: Here you go, take care of it!
    Joshua Graham: You know I will *he smirks*

    *Joshua Graham walks out of the shop*







    Background: Born in Ogden, Utah his mom and dad were both complete junkies, Joshua rarely saw his parents without jet or psycho going threw there veins. His parents made him loot the nearby area for any of value during his teenage years to allow the parents to buy more drugs. Even though Joshua knew it was wrong he had no choice but to find supplies due to the fear of his father. One day he was looting a pre-war church and uncovered a book it was called the “Bible” a scavenger had taught him to read years before after Joshua gave the scavenger two bottles of whiskey. Joshua began to read the book whenever his parents were out of the house and quickly began realizing how awful his parents were. After two months his parents found the book under the bed and started screaming, “The book was fake” or “Don’t listen to its lies and go back out and get us scavenging materials!” Due to rage they burned the book and sold Joshua to the nearby slave trader named Yuri. Yuri found sympathy for the boy and adopted him as one of his own. He taught Joshua how to protect himself and how to survive in the world. However Yuri never taught Joshua how to be a slave driver telling him

    ”You have success in you boy! Don’t waste it by bringing others to misery”

    By the age of 19 Joshua had the perfect life he had found a job doing security for the slave trade and he was slowly saving his bottle caps to open up a small store. However one day a gang known as the “White Tails” went through and killed all of the slaves and the slavers. Yuri saved Joshua by hiding him in the cellar shortly after Yuri was shot to death. The White Tails had taken all of Joshua’s belongings and all of his caps so Joshua began working as a scavenger. This was when the depression his him, he became a major alcoholic and wasted any money he found on alcohol. However one day he encountered a dead body and on the dead body was a bible. The man had a sign on him that said “Don’t Believes Its Lies”

    Joshua took the book and began reading it once again, even though he never stopped drinking alcohol he did tone it down greatly and he is now very happy with himself. Working as a town’s scavenger constantly looting anything of value. However many believe he is preparing to become more than just a scavenger, saving his hard earned money to do things.






    However these are just simple rumors.


    Powers Up Vault Boy 3000

    Hey, review time! Let's get started...
    - Name: Joshua Graham is the name for a major character in Fallout New Vegas, you should probably change this.
    - Personality: I'd like to see some more of this personality developed, the only part of it that sticks with me is that he is a drinker and he likes to read the book of Mormon. Does he follow this book? Edit his lifestyle by it? Or simply read it? Details are important.
    - Background: The background was nearly adequate, but I want you to put some more into it next time. Specifically about this big attack, and how it affected him afterwards. It's wasted opportunity to have a major event like this but not bring it back up later.
    For now, this app is
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    posted a message on CLOSED)☢ FALLOUT: Ashes of Our Fathers ☢ [24/7][Serious RolePlay][Real-life Locations][Factions]
    Quote from Xion151
    **Out of Character**IGN: Avion151Age: 17How did you find us? I played on SoOF back when it first started and been with the community ever since.What Roleplay experience do you have? I have almost 2 years worth of experience. I have played on multiple servers on Minecraft and Garry's Mod.Define Meta-gaming in your words: Meta-gaming is using the OOC information in IC. For instance, if someone says there's a hidden stash in yada yada town, you can't know where it is unless you know IC. So, if you go there because that person said it in OOC without knowing IC it would be meta-gaming.Define Power-gaming in your words: Power-gaming is forcing actions on someone with out letting them react at all. *The man punches the the soldier in the face, knocking him out." should be changed to "The man sends a punch towards the soldier in an attempt to knock him out."Define God-Modding in your words: Making your character over-powered and do things that aren't logical.Did you join our website? Yes, sir.**In Character**Name: Marcus ChambersNickname: MarkAge: 24Gender: MaleAppearance: A 6'1" Caucasian with mid-long black hair and dark brown eyes. He has an average build and is physically fit. He wears a jacket with a hood, a white shirt, worn jeans with knee pads, and brown boots. He also wears a small backpack and an old gas mask. Personality: Marcus is a very outspoken person. He believes in justice and that those who do wrong should be punished. He is cautious around people he doesn't know well but will take the time to understand them. He can be a somewhat unreliable person due to his laziness at times.In-game RP example: *Marcus and two guards duck under an old car as four raiders began to fire at him and his group**The two drivers would fall dead as the rain of bullets pierced their bodies**Marcus would pop out from his cover and take a few shots at the raiders.**One raider would fall but the rest would duck behind a destroyed car.*Marcus- I'm tired of dealing with these guys!Guard 1- Just keep shooting at 'em.!Guard 2- Why can't they just leave us alone?!?*Guard 2 would pop out from his cover and take a few pot shots at the raiders**The shots would hit against the destroyed car and one raider stands up and fires at Guard 2**Guard 2 is hit in the shoulder and would fall down holding the wound in pain.*Marcus- Crap!*The raiders would come out from their cover and charge towards them**Marcus and Guard 2 both fire at the 3 incoming raiders, hoping to take them all out at once,**All of the raiders are hit by their attacks and the charge is put to a stop*Guard 2- C'mon, we need to head back and get hit him treated.Marcus- Let's get out of here.*Guard 2 kneels down and bandages Guard 1's wound. He would then pick him up and put him on his back.**They begin heading back to Shady Sands, cautious of their surroundings because of the ambush.*Background: Marcus was born in the large city known as Shady Sands and lived a somewhat peaceful life there. His mother stayed home and took of care of him and his younger sister, Lily. His father was a caravan trader and took care of the family. Marcus spent most of his time with his sister and the other children in the city. He also helped his mother with chores when he wasn't playing. Marcus and his sister began taking up small jobs as they got older in order to keep the family afloat. Marcus mainly took jobs from the trading caravans and was able to get jobs fairly easily thanks to his father. His sister on the other hand began working in the crops and maintained a job there. Once Marcus hit the age 18, he became a guard for caravans traveling between Shady Sands and the Mojave. Most of the time things stayed calm and he only had to deal a few radscorpions during his travels but on other occasions things got bad. There were a couple of times where raiders ambushed the caravan and Marcus and his fellow guards were forced to fight back. The raiders were usually pushed back and retreated but not without losses. Marcus hated the raiders because of what they did. His belief in justice also grew and he wanted all of the raiders to pay for their crimes. However, he wasn't capable of doing so by himself and he knew that. Although Marcus shows no fear of the raiders, he did fear them at times and would even skip work so he didn't have go out. He was afraid of being killed by one of those savages. However, he couldn't stay cooped up in his home forever, eventually Marcus began to accept his fear and that he would always be afraid but that he needed to strong and stand up to it. Slowly, he started getting back to work and facing his fear head on. He continued his guard job for another 5 years until the news of Salt Lake City and its riches started popping up. Marcus didn't want be a guard forever and so he decided to escort a caravan to Salt Lake City and stay there for the remainder of his life. Of course that meant leaving his family behind but he was getting tired of the city. He spent his last few days with his parents and his sister, enjoying his time with them until it was time to leave. Once the time came, he set out for SLC and pondered what life would be like there."Powers up Vault Boy 3000"
    I like it, I like it. Welcome to Utah!
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    posted a message on CLOSED)☢ FALLOUT: Ashes of Our Fathers ☢ [24/7][Serious RolePlay][Real-life Locations][Factions]
    Quote from Alexthaminer

    **Out of Character**
    IGN: Why lollog123 of course
    Age: 16
    How did you find us? RP-Craft or whatevur
    What Roleplay experience do you have? Some text roleplay, world of warcraft, Soof and Akavir and a few other places. I know my thang is what I'm trying to say.
    Define Meta-gaming in your words: Using OOC knowledge IC by for example spying on the enemy on a internet website which is OOC to then use that knowledge IC to gain an advantage over the enemy.
    Define Power-gaming in your words: Forcing actions upon others for example doing something hostile to someone else without letting them respond to your action if some such possibility arose.
    Define God-Modding in your words: Doing something that is not humanly possibly to gain an advantage over others by being able to for example chew nails and/or spit napalm.
    Did you join our website? Already done a couple months back, maybe even a year?

    **In Character**
    Name: Simon Jepson
    Nickname: (Optional)
    Age: 29
    Gender: Male
    Appearance: African American heritage. Ragged and ripped clothes with holes and burn marks in a few places surrounding his crotch area. He's medium height and length and his shoe size is also normal.
    Personality: Simon has a personality disorder and mild Schizophrenia that can't be noticed a lot. Although he goes absolutely mental during different occasions involving rats or hats.


    In-game RP example: (Include dialog) Simon twiddles his thumbs. The time is 02:23, "God d*mnit! He was suppose to be here three minutes ago! How am I suppose to run a successful buisness if I can't even keep track of my workers? I knew John was a loose end, the details and info said so, I tried to cut the price short by hiring him but god blast, he will cost me more than I saved by faffing about like this is not important. Perhaps his organs will sell for a lot to raiders or maybe even the Followers? No matter, I shall not think about such sin without having proof of mistakes committed to god, "Everyone is equal until proven otherwise" as my father used to say"
    Through the door comes a young gentlemen, barely old enough to grow his first chin hair. The small spring created as the door opened let some light shine into the dark room, giving the young man a view of Simon, sitting at the lone table in the middle of the room
    "Have a seat, John." Simon said, a slight smirk spreading from cheek to cheek. The young man slowly stumbled about in the darkness, clearing his throat. "Hey, uh. Sir? I can't do this anymore, I-i... I dun wanna continue with this."
    Simon exhaled and sighed, and then peered directly at the man, as if he could see in the darkness. "Ah, John. But I had such hope for you, you were going to be the face of this buisness, you were going to make millions! Just imagine! Women at your feet, owning multiple beautiful buildings, having caps to do whatever you feel like. The world literally trembling at your feet. "Jooohn" They call out "Please, master and savior, bless us with your incredible riches and extravagance" You could be the one and only heir to this world, the literal son of god. AND YOU GIVE THIS UP TO ROLL ABOUT IN A BROTHEL AND INJECT THESE DIRTY SUBSTANCES INTO YOUR BODY?! YOU DISGUST ME, JOHN. MAY GOD HAVE MERCY UPON YOUR SOUL! "
    And that was the end of Johns legacy, a young man who fell into the wrong crowd when his mother died and saw the chance to make himself rich. Too eager and without patience he rushed into matters he could not understand and control and shortly fell to the crazy doctor blind by bloodlust.

    Background: (Be detailed and in-depth. Also explain how you came to be in Utah)
    Simon was a mental patient at one of the followers hospitals in America. He was left at the hospital a few days after he was born but was rescued shortly after by the followers, they protected him and taught him how to read and write and such simple tasks. They also shared with him the word of god and handed him a bible to read as he often got bored. Simon loved this bible, he couldn't imagine a moment without it, and as such he brought it everywhere he went. Until he had to start in a small school-like place ran by the followers, he had no problem with this as he already knew how to read, write and such and was easily the most talented child there and favored by all the teachers. This got him on a bad mood with the other children as he easily made them jealous for such attention. They bullied him slightly until it enraged him and resulted in Simon almost beating the bully to death. The followers got very angry with him and took the bible away from him in hopes of him calming down. He continued to behave in hopes of that if he succeeded and did well in school he'd get the bible back.

    About six years later when Simon was fifteen he finished school immediately asked for the bible back, the followers chuckled and said "Oh, we burned the book because we were running out of fuel for the fires. We hoped that you'd forget about the book now. Oh well." Simon saw red and was enraged by this, he quickly grabbed a kitchen knife and proceeded to stab the man to death, then he escaped the hospital to track down another bible.

    During his time at the hospital he had developed schizophrenia and personality disorder due to the endless bullying and confusion without his bible. He had also cut his wrists and stabbed his ribs due to his which left awful scars on his body. Simon quickly stumbled upon the New Vegas strip and proceeded to bask in the the glory of the sin city. Feeling like the worries and conflicts of the world faded away behind the beautiful life of new vegas, women, money and drugs. He grew up to be quite the underground drug lord of Westside due to him being kicked out of New Vegas with a lot of the drugs still with him. The stories of Simon as a drug lord never reached the streets as everyone he sold to was raiders, thugs and low-life living in the close vicinity, nobody knew of Simon instead all they saw was his lackeys delivering and selling the drugs. One of his workers however slipped the word and the Kings heard of this mysterious fella selling dangerous drugs to the public. They had to shut him down but they didn't get anywhere as the closed network of lackeys and spies working for Simon was too complicated, however he stopped selling and instead destroyed all of his drugs and ran.

    A few months later he ended up in Shady sands where the NCR were living. He quickly was recruited for his silver tongue and way with words as a spy. He wasn't needed too much at that particular moment but was sent to New Canaan to chase the rumors of clans of people living as american natives. Simon saw this particular choice of work to be dirty and cowardly so he left the ranks of the NCR while on his way there, thus becoming a deserter. But he didn't think any NCR would be able to track him down so he kept his name but kept heading for New Canaan, hoping to find a place to call home there. Still lost without an end goal but still fighting to find the meaning of his existence.

    *Powers up unexisting pip-boy 3000*
    The only real problem I see here is his violent tendency, but as long as you know that you can't perform RDM because "You're insane" this character should be good! Approved!
    Quote from Emperor335

    I'm reposting my previous app for the SooF, I've added a new part to the back story which i've underlined, this is on the assumption that SooF is a prequel to AooF? Unfortunately I can't remove the old underlining from the last app because Minecraft Forum hates me for some reason. Anyway, if it isn't good enough for any reason, I can edit again where needed.

    **Out of Character**
    IGN: EmperorVids

    Age:15

    How did you find us?: Applied for Fallout Reclamation, was accepted, then the project was shut down so I found Brave New World!

    What Roleplay experience do you have?: Played several RPG's, Fallout, Skyrim etc, and (Hardcore) RP servers are generally all I play on on MineCraft.

    Define Meta-gaming in your words: Expecting your character to know something they shouldn't, like OOC Chat

    Define Power-gaming in your words: Killing or Controlling another, or all, players without making any viable RP for it, and forcing that on others.

    Define God-Modding in your words: Expecting a character to be almost like a God, with 0 Consent from other players,

    Did you join our website? Just have,

    **In Character**
    Name:
    John Hitchcock
    Nickname: (Optional) Hitchcock
    Age:227
    Gender:
    M (Ghoul)
    Appearance: 5ft,10", Scrawny, Very Weak from High Radiation exposure. Long Scraggy Brown Hair (Possibly a Wig) Charred/Leathery skin - peeling, Remnants of a Survivalists Beard, Long Duster Coat, Backpack full of Alcohol
    Personality:Depressed, Heavy Alcoholic, bleak outlook of the wasteland, Humorous when Inebriated, Can generally be found wherever Alcohol is, Hates Chems, Can come across as quite distant but once trust is earned can be friendly and helpful. Difficult to focus, Despises most forms of Evil but can't help sympathizing for why it's done. Will not double-cross a friend.


    In-game RP example: (Include dialog)
    *Three Raiders, Two male, One female surround Hitchcock*



    Male Raider 1: Hey, you! Split the purse or we split you!



    Hitchcock: Do I look like I have any caps to you?



    Male Raider 2: You don't look like you don't! Besides you living corpses always have chems or booze!



    Hitchcock: Well look, you got me. But i'm not parting with my Whiskey unless this living corpse *Points to self* becomes an inanimate one. I suggest you turn around and carry on your harty business before your buddies are looting your corpses of lead. Not like you would feel any pain? You lousy drug addicts are probably so high on Med-X right now you won't feel pain until it's too late.



    Raider 1: We don't need to take this crap from one of you rotting freaks, now give us what you have or die...



    *The other Raiders lift up their rifles and aim them at Hitchcock, lightly grasping their triggers*



    Female Raider: Waste this freak!



    *The raiders don't have time to pull the trigger before Hitchcock attempts to grab the first Raider and use him as a shield from the other two raiders barrage of fire, he barely manages to grab him as the Raiders empty their clips at the now lifeless corpse. Hitchcock unholsters his Revolver before firing at and trying to kill the Female Raider eventually he succeeds. He then takes a leap towards a small concrete pillar while being fired at by the final raider, John comes out of cover several times and tries to retaliate the raider, but can't even pull off a shot. Eventually the last raider throws his Hunting Rifle to the floor and runs away while being shot at by the remaining bullets in the Cylinder of the Modded Six-Shooter.*



    Hitchcock: Well that takes care of that...



    *He leans down and picks up any alcohol from the Raiders corpses, along with bullets. He then picks up the Hunting Rifle, pulls back the bolt to check it's current ammo. He notices the clip is empty, so he throws the gun to the ground*


    *He takes out a large bottle of Tequila from his backpack and takes a long swig from the bottle, after drinking it dry he throws it back towards the now lifeless raiders*


    Hitchcock: You picked the wrong career in this hellhole world.


    *As he walks away his backpack chimes the sound of several bottles of Alcohol clashing against one another, He kneels down and opens the backpack, he picks out some old Microfusion Cells and Energy Cells, he throws them to the floor.*


    Hitchcock: I really need a companion... Maybe one that carries more ammo. still, not like I'm ever gonna use that energy crap anyway.


    *Continues his journey*




    Background: (Be detailed and in-depth. Also explain how you came to be in San Fransisco.)



    John Hitchcock was born on June 15th 2052 in England, he was born to a fairly wealthy family however life was simple before moving with his parents to Wyoming in 2065 at the age of 13. A year later he results to petty thievery from the National Guard in order to keep his now struggling family fed, the items mainly consisted of small boxes of Rations, Munitions to be auctioned to black market dealers, and Medical Equipment sold to flea markets. He Continues to lay low until 2074, at the age of 22 he makes a name for himself as a drunkard across the area, running into trouble with the National Guard. One night he results to a large bar fight and nearly murdering two other drunkards, resulting in his arrest. He is given a 2 and a half year imprisonment. He is finally let out in early 2077. He revisits his home to find a note from his Parents. The note read:



    Dear John,


    We are so, so sorry but we had to order ourselves a place in one of these Vault-Tec places. We are no longer in Wyoming. We had no choice but to go, we really did not wan't to leave you behind but we had no choice. We worked something out with the insurance, you're free to keep the house until we return with no charges. Promise us that you will stay out of trouble this time and be home when we are done in those vaults.


    *The note goes on*




    We love you. Ma 'n Pa. xxxx



    John becomes distraught by his parents abandonment and falls into a depression. From hearing the news off prison guards John knew that the war with China could only end in Nuclear Winter, he is forced to accept this Death Sentence and continue to scrounge up what he can around a ruined and crippled Wyoming. In October 2077 the Bombs begin to fall. After saving a wealthy businessman's life from the, at this point uprising, thugs, John manages to secure a place with his family in his fallout shelter. However it is no Vault, John knows the shelter won't save the family or himself and he braces his imminent death.



    Somehow John and the family survive the blast, but are highly irradiated, their skin has become a parched, peeling, leather and they are weak. After several weeks eating Rations and Bottled Water, John and the Family open the door to their shelters and embrace the harsh, shell of what that City once was.



    20 Years Later



    Wyoming becomes infested with the scum of the wasteland, Raiders with the same parched skin as him, Super Mutants with enough strength to destroy bungalows. This was the death of the wealthy Businessman, his wife and infant children. With no other choice but to run John manages to reside with a settlement of Non-Irradiated Vault Dwellers on top of a large Sky-Scraper. He resides there for nearly 50 Years, embracing the discrimination of his horrific looks from what John now had named "Smooth Skins". It was during this time John acknowledged that time made no error for him, and that he was practically immortal to old age. However that was too good to be true when his settlement was attacked by Raiders, the people he respected were slaughtered by these savages, and the ones who had bullied him over the years... well... he didn't care what happened to them. He escapes from the settlement by an ancient Fire Exit.

    In the coming years, John spent a long time traversing the new world. Nevada, Denver, Colorado, and at one point, several years after the high-rising settlement was attacked, he even returned to his home in Wyoming. He visited his parents house,his own house, his school, even his favorite bar. But like the rest of America, Wyoming was just a hollowed out shell of what was once something magnificent left to rot in the breathless and dying new world. After saying his good-byes to his home city he moved on in search of something greater, He always wanted a home in San Francisco, he admired the city his whole life and if there was anywhere he wanted to settle down, it was there. On his journey to San Francisco John first had to travel through Utah, which he stayed in for a long time, meeting new people and helping out on settlements. Although it was his ambition to finally settle down somewhere, he knew Utah wasn't the place for him, so he always kept on the move. Moving between towns and settlements, helping in any way he could, but the wastes of Utah were not one easily traveled. It wouldn't be an easy land to cross... and neither did it prove to be.


    John made the world his home, living off the land and trying to survive in the wilderness, coming to accept the fact that time can't defeat him. This emotional battle was fought through extensive alcohol use and a No-Mercy regime to raiders. Still continuing to battle the everyday problems of Hunger and Thirst, John travels all across the Colorado scavenging for food and drink and his own suit of Power Armor he spent so long admiring Pre-War,
    He always hoped he would come across some on his travels, after reading magazines about the Armoured Juggernauts fighting in Anchorage. But riches like that were not so easily found. And in his New Ghoul form he was almost far too weak to wear any kind of armour without the proper training, if it could be done at all.
    John has spent more than a 100 years alone and upset, and his one biggest wish has been to find a good travel companion, a friend, that wouldn't discriminate him for his looks, and wouldn't be shunned by his personality. With this in mind John tries to hide his deep depression behind a strong belief of humor and wit, and an even stronger barrier of Booze.




    After Years of travel across the wastelands John finds himself in the ruins of San Francisco. He admires the city even in it's hollow state. All through his life this was the place he wanted to end up, although never truly knowing why. He has the goal of settling down in the city and making friends, one that is not easily acquired. John learnt about a risk of Ghouls turning Feral, even after killing some himself. He wishes to spend the next few years of his life in peace, accepting his turn to Feral when the time comes...


    "Powers up Vault Boy 3000"

    I believe you were already approved, and approved characters can edit their background in places to fit with the new location. You're on the whitelist, friend!
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    Quote from SENORxBATMAN

    **OOC**
    IGN: DeadByNoon932
    Age: 14
    How did you find us?: I was looking through the survival servers and came upon this. I've been dying to rp for a while, and I love fallout.
    What roleplaying experience do you have?: I've been roleplaying for about two years. Mainly on Starcraft 2 and Warcraft 3.
    Meta-gaming: Meta gaming is using information your character couldn't possibly know. (Such as, a friend warning you about something over skype, or private message, something along the lines of that)
    Power-gaming: Executing actions without any possible feedback from other players.
    God-modding: Having a character incredibly overpowered. (Such as having abilities of super-man)

    *In character*
    Name: Trevor Warrens
    Age: 24
    Gender: Male
    Appearance: Average height (5'10), Thin, toned muscles. Caucasian, fair skinned. Dirty blonde hair, unkempt, about eyebrow length. No facial hair. Hazel-green eyes. Soft nose. Thin lips. Pronounced cheek bones. Wears visibly worn out faded black jeans, NCR soldier boots, white shirt with various small holes. Nellis Airforce Base bomber jacket. Small rucksack consisting of food and water.

    Personality: A little bit fearless, and naive. He enjoys talking with people and isn't very trusting. Self serving, though will not usually steal or kill without a reason to do so. Also enjoys keeping weapons in top condition in spare time. This reminds him of his past job. Preferred fighting styles are sniper rifles, mines, and pistols.

    In-game RP example:
    -Trevor climbs on top of a one story building, and checks out the surrounding area-
    - He spots three raiders around a fire barrel-
    -One of the three that is facing him spots Trevor- "The ­ are you doing up there?"
    -The three run at the building, and open fire-
    -Trevor jumps off, into the middle of the street and ducks behind a car-
    [Raider] "Give us your caps, or we'll pry them from your dead hands"
    -Trevor pulls out his 9mm pistol- [Trevor] " Alright! I'm not dying for some caps!"
    -Trevor throws a lunchbox full of caps over the car-
    -Trevor quickly checks if his gun is loaded and in working condition-
    - One of the raiders grabs walks to the lunchbox and picks it up-
    -Trevor fires five shots in their general direction whilst still behind the car-
    - One shot hits one of the raiders' leg, and he falls to the ground, holding his leg-
    - Another hits the raider that picked up the caps in the left shoulder. He has his 9mm sub-machine-gun in his right-
    -The other shots miss them entirely, and the two run at him, while shooting at the car-
    [Raider] "You're dead ­in' meat, kid!"
    -One of the bandits reloads-
    -The other jumps over the car, and Trevor stabs at his leg-
    -He falls over, and shoots in the air-
    -Trevor shoots him in the chest two times-
    -The other finishes reloading, and goes around the car-
    -Trevor has the dead raider sitting on top of his lap, as a meat shield-
    -The remaining raider shoots his fellow raider in the chest two times with his shotgun-
    -Trevor then expends the rest of the rounds in the magazine at the last raider-
    - He is hit two times out of three-
    -Falls on the ground, holding his wounds-
    -Trevor sets the dead raider down, pulls out his knife and finishes off the raider nearest to him-
    -He grabs his caps from the dead raider, and leaves the third alive-

    Background: Trevor originated from Nellis Airforce Base, though he always thought that xenophobia was keeping the inhabitants of Nellis back. During his teenage life he was trained as a gate guard, and was taught how to use the howitzers, set mines, and pick raiders off from hundreds of meters away.
    Because of his mindset, he attempted to change Pearl's and Loyal's mind multiple times, but they disregarded him, and said he was too young and naive. He soon became fed up with them ignoring his requests, and asked his few close friends what he should do. They all shared his feelings on xenophobia and frustration at the elders, and decided it would be best for them to leave. They gathered a few of their valued items, and left in the middle of the night via the railroad connected to Nellis. His friends did not last long outside of Nellis. They were too trusting, and tried to rationalize with bandits when they could not. Trevor was devastated when all of his friends died. He decided to head northwest, to Shady Sands. But the more he learned about the NCR and life in it, it seemed too much like Nellis. On his travels toward Shady Sands, he had heard of the ruins of San Francisco, being a paradise not yet tainted by NCR presence.
    It sounded too good to be true, but he wanted to see for himself. And he did, but it was not the paradise he had imagined. It was similar to Bakersfield, and Fresno. However, he was already there and he thought it was time to stop wandering. It would be his great adventure he always dreamed of.

    *Powers Up Pipboy 3000*
    all right, review time!
    - Personality: Just a few questions on why he's developed this way. If he's naive but not trustworthy, that kind of seems a bit contradictory. Does he share the typical Boomer love of explosions? Adding more to this is a bonus but it's good enoughWell it looks like I'm suffering from technical difficulties. I'll get to this ASAP
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    posted a message on CLOSED)☢ FALLOUT: Ashes of Our Fathers ☢ [24/7][Serious RolePlay][Real-life Locations][Factions]
    Quote from Ideal_Logic

    **Out of Character**
    IGN:

    Ideal_Logic
    Age:
    19
    How did you find us?
    Through Google, after searching for a Skyimr/Elder Scrolls server and finding Akavir.
    What Roleplay experience do you have?
    I have played on other RP servers for other games, such as DarkRP on Garry's Mod.
    Define Meta-gaming in your words:
    Using communication in OoC to give an advantage in a RP scenario (i.e. your friend tells you about the murderer sneaking up behind you after he was killed by him).
    Define Power-gaming in your words:
    Using RP with unfair methods (i.e. "Brian killed Evan." is considered power-gaming while "Brian attempts to kill Evan." wouldn't).
    Define God-Modding in your words:
    Using RP backstories to give you an unfair advantage (i.e. your backstory says your mutated to be invincible).


    **In Character**
    Name:

    Daleku Volkot
    Nickname (Optional):
    N/A
    Age:
    27
    Gender:
    Male
    Appearance:
    Tall and medium build, with hetero-chromatic eyes from birth, one blue, one green, and medium lengthed hair. Commonly wears a hoodie, jeans, and elbow and knee pads.
    Personality:
    Dexterous, kind, friendly, and calm. He tends to help anyone in need, he enjoys it when his good deeds are acknowledged, whether people know it was him or not. I enjoys tinkering with things, from something as simple as a BB gun, to as intricate as a laser rifle. He spends his free time scavenging and brushing up on his marksmanship and fighting.
    In-game RP example (Include dialog):
    Steven pulls a 10mm handgun against the back Daleku's head.
    Steven: Give me all your caps and you'll be just fine.
    Daleku_Volkot quickly dips down and swings his leg at Steven's legs.
    Steven shoots his gun but misses and then falls onto his side.
    Daleku_Volkot stands up, puts his boot down on Stevens hand that was holding the 10mm.

    Steven lets go of the 10mm, grunting in pain.
    Daleku_Volkot picks up the 10mm, unloads the magazine and the chambered bullet, and drops the gun onto the ground.
    Daleku_Volkot punches Steven in the face, in attempt to knock him out.
    Steven is knocked out. x.x

    Background (Be detailed and in-depth. Also explain how you came to be in San Fransisco.):
    Daleku Volkot was born in a tribe known as the Pack, a group of prideful, scavenger and hunter based people located around what used to be Roseburg, Oregon. They commonly spoke in Slovenian, as well as English, giving them more diversity amonst the others in the wasteland. Unlike most other tribes, they were quite civilized. They used technology to their advantages, and were very peaceful with others. They did have to defend themselves time and time again though, and have seen plenty of bloodshed.
    Daleku was raised to be one of the scavengers and hunters of his tribe. He learned to use a rifle, and other guns. He also was taught how to use bladed weapons. He was skilled, and often served as a jurisdiction role within his tribe, stopping thieves and protecting everyone from bandits and rival tribes.
    One night, a rival tribe, the Grimlocks, set fire to the tribe, and burned down all in Daleku's tribe. Daleku survived, and wandered south along the remains of the interstate highway 5. Alone, and with no home, Daleku aimless traveled through the wastes with nothing more than a 9mm handgun and a single shotgun. Eventually he made it to San Francisco after nearly two years of slowly walking and camping.

    *Powers up Pip Boy 3000*

    Ah yes, here we are. Ahem. Review time.
    - Power-gaming: Please identify a bit more what is "Unfair" by telling us what makes it unfair.
    - God-Modding: This is incorrect and does not involve backgrounds. It involves the actions made in Roleplay.
    - Personality: Mind if I ask why he enjoys being nice, or why he likes tinkering? Where he picked up these traits would help.
    - RP Example: Please don't ever use emoticons in RP.
    - Background: One of the hardest requests for me to make in a background is when I have to ask it to be less static. The character can't really be seen in here. I don't see him reacting to anything, it's just a list of his past. I want to see how things affected him, not just that they happened. Don't be afraid to go all out!
    Ah, much apologies for the delay, I'll make sure the next review is swift! But for now,
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    posted a message on CLOSED)☢ FALLOUT: Ashes of Our Fathers ☢ [24/7][Serious RolePlay][Real-life Locations][Factions]
    *Pushes open the door and quickly hurries to his desk while straightening his tie. Clearly looking messy with his jacket only one one sleeve and...are his pants on backwards? Never the less he rushes into the seat and grabs the app and a pen and wuicjly starts to write*
    I'll be with you very soon!
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