IGN: rricher
Age: 17
Role-Play Exp.: I've played a lot of role-playing servers, and all of Oblivion and Skyrim.
Why Us: I loved the Elder Scroll series.
Time You Can Dedicate: An hour a day, maybe more on weekends.
Brief Description of Yourself: I'm a senior in high school and can dedicate a lot of time to this server, but during finals week and when I have a lot of home work I may not be able to get on as much.
Explain Role-Play In Your Own Words: Playing a character
What Is Powergaming and Metagaming? Explain in your own words: Powergaming: deciding the actions of another player for them. Metagaming: your character having knowledge he couldn't possibly know.
IC
Name: Szetherin Thesvyn
Race: Dunmer
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Appearance: Tall for most races with piercing red eyes. Hes skinny and wheres all black clothes except white gloves and a white mask that covers his pale lips that he gets from his mother. he wheres his hood up at all times to cover his hair, even though its cut short to hide the curls.
Fears: The dark, Narrow passages, The snow.
Personality: Open minded for Dunmer ( he'll talk to other races), but quiet and angry. He also doesn't drink any alcohol
Occupation: Adventurer
Skills: One handed swords, Smithing, Bartering.
Nickname (Optional): Szeth
[b]Can Your Character Wield A Sword/Axe?:[/b] Yes a sword.
[b]Can You Character Farm?:[/b] No.
[b]Can Your Character Mine?:[/b] Yes.
[b]What Other Things Can Your Character Do?:[/b] He can think fast when in trouble.
Backstory (1-2 [b]LONG[/b] paragraphs): His father was a merchant that traveled around Morrowind. He was known for his gambling debts and love wine, but the most barbaric trait was his indifference of race most evident in his sons half redguard heritage. He lost all the money he made from his goods on gambling and they could only afford one guard The guard taught Szeth the basics of the sword while his father taught him the ways of bartering when he wasn't to drunk to be understood. When Szeth was thirteen they got attacked by a group of bandits everything would have been fine despite them being a little poorer, but his father completely drunk as it was mid-day decided they were going to kill him so he took one of them hostage and decided to try and stumble away into the forest, he got an arrow through the neck. Szeth was taken to work in the bandits mine. Szeth fifteen now had been working under the smith for four months now, he found life as a bandit better than it had been with his father as he actually made a wage and didn't have to deal with disgusted or worse pitying looks from the noblemen. One day a group of heroic adventurers decided it would be nice to free the miners from there forced imprisonment by the bandit. They slaughtered everyone, and offered the newly freed miners a chance to adventure with them. Szeth with nothing left in his life decided to join up with the adventurers honing his swordsmanship and practicing his smithing were he could. A couple years later the Group decided to visit the Nords in Skyrim, Szeth hating the cold decided it was time to split ways and travel south in search of gold, adventure, and warmer sunnier climates.
IGN: rricher
Age: 17
Role-Play Exp.: I've played a lot of role-playing servers, and all of Oblivion and Skyrim.
Why Us: I loved the Elder Scroll series.
Time You Can Dedicate: An hour a day, maybe more on weekends.
Brief Description of Yourself: I'm a senior in high school and can dedicate a lot of time to this server, but during finals week and when I have a lot of home work I may not be able to get on as much.
Explain Role-Play In Your Own Words: Playing a character
What Is Powergaming and Metagaming? Explain in your own words: Powergaming: deciding the actions of another player for them. Metagaming: your character having knowledge he couldn't possibly know.
IC
Name: Szetherin Thesvyn
Race: Dunmer
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Appearance: Tall for most races with piercing red eyes. Hes skinny and wheres all black clothes except white gloves and a white mask that covers his pale lips that he gets from his mother. he wheres his hood up at all times to cover his hair, even though its cut short to hide the curls.
Fears: The dark, Narrow passages, The snow.
Personality: Open minded for Dunmer ( he'll talk to other races), but quiet and angry. He also doesn't drink any alcohol
Occupation: Adventurer
Skills: One handed swords, Smithing, Bartering.
Nickname (Optional): Szeth
[b]Can Your Character Wield A Sword/Axe?:[/b] Yes a sword.
[b]Can You Character Farm?:[/b] No.
[b]Can Your Character Mine?:[/b] Yes.
[b]What Other Things Can Your Character Do?:[/b] He can think fast when in trouble.
Backstory (1-2 [b]LONG[/b] paragraphs): His father was a merchant that traveled around Morrowind. He was known for his gambling debts and love wine, but the most barbaric trait was his indifference of race most evident in his sons half redguard heritage. He lost all the money he made from his goods on gambling and they could only afford one guard The guard taught Szeth the basics of the sword while his father taught him the ways of bartering when he wasn't to drunk to be understood. When Szeth was thirteen they got attacked by a group of bandits everything would have been fine despite them being a little poorer, but his father completely drunk as it was mid-day decided they were going to kill him so he took one of them hostage and decided to try and stumble away into the forest, he got an arrow through the neck. Szeth was taken to work in the bandits mine. Szeth fifteen now had been working under the smith for four months now, he found life as a bandit better than it had been with his father as he actually made a wage and didn't have to deal with disgusted or worse pitying looks from the noblemen. One day a group of heroic adventurers decided it would be nice to free the miners from there forced imprisonment by the bandit. They slaughtered everyone, and offered the newly freed miners a chance to adventure with them. Szeth with nothing left in his life decided to join up with the adventurers honing his swordsmanship and practicing his smithing were he could. A couple years later the Group decided to visit the Nords in Skyrim, Szeth hating the cold decided it was time to split ways and travel south in search of gold, adventure, and warmer sunnier climates.
Why us?: I loved the fallout games and have been looking over other fallout themed servers and yours is by far the best and apears to have had the most time put in to making it.
Define Role-Playing in your words: Role-playing is portraying a character and making decisions based off your characters personality.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Meta-gaming is knowing stuff your character couldn't know like names or places and using that in game. For example your looking for someone in a city and you see there name floating behind a wall your character cant just decide to look over behind the wall because he has a "hunch" that that was were the person was.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Being more powerful than he should be, and doing unrealistic things like dictating other players moves or not letting them respond to your moves. For example your fighting off a group of raiders and with no training what-so-ever your guy with a burst of adrenaline decides that now would be a good time to delve into his ancestry and pull out a myriad of super awesome kung-fu moves miraculously killing all 10 raiders in less than a second without one even being able to move.
IC:
Name: Szeth Son-Son Vallano
Nickname: Szeth
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Appearance: Short and Thin he's weak and scrawny looking in appearance despite the tan hes cultivated over the years of traveling in the blistering sun he has a sharp face not handsome but not ugly either hands and feet to big for him but not awkward looking about 5'8 with originally dark brown hair bleached to a light brown over the years hes has stunning green eyes with dark circles under them which is the most remarkable thing about him which he hates because they make him so easy to recognize. Personality: Timid in nature but easy to anger but its hard for him to stay angry very long, distrustful of people and easily frightened he jumps at everything, a deep sleeper he tries to sleep as little as possible causing the dark circles under his eyes.
In-game RP example: Szeth dived behind the rock as the bullets ricocheted off the other side, he'd been expecting them to shoot but what else could you expect from raiders. "can't we talk this out" he yells puling the pin off the grenade and chucking it over the rock. "Oh, ****" one of the raiders cries and the grenade goes off. He peaks out as another cacophony of bullets hit the rock sending chunks of granite past his face and scraping some skin away, they were both still standing a charred piece of ground about twenty feet behind them. One of them had blood pooling at his feet but he didn't seam to notice. "junkies then" he thought to himself out loud he said " I have to money I can pay you guys back". One of them sounding like the one on the left said " we don't want your money kid our leader wants your head", "we can work something out" Szeth yells back, the only answer was more bullets bouncing off the rock sending a couple shards of rock flying over his head. His mind raced trying to think of anything that might get him out of this, but the adrenaline was wearing off and panic was setting in he new they were circling around and he looked through his pack desperately trying to find anything he could use. Calling out he said " wait, I know were thee bobble head your leader wants is, but I'm only telling him", they laughed "well sea about that as one pressed the barrel of his gun against Szeths head. He got up slowly his hands above his head as the raider walked him over to there outpost a jumble of sheet metal clumsily assembled into a rough looking shelter. "Get on your knees kid". The raider sneered " just wait till we hand the boss your " just then the mine he'd left in his back pack griping the pipe he spun around smashing the hand holding the gun to his head as the raider was turning to see who else was attacking them. Szeth picked up the gun pointing it at the raider without saying anything he shot him in the head and searched through the raiders stuff. He found nothing. he didn't bother going over to see if there was anything left of his pack he new there wouldn't be. He moved on past the sign that read "Welcome to Utah!" with nothing but the map he kept in a plastic bag, on a chain around his neck, stained red with blood.
Background: He was raised wondering the wastes of Canada born on the shores of Great Bear Lake in the midst of the nuclear winter that had been going on since the nukes first dropped.They had moved south to escape the life of almost freezing to death every night. His parents were scavengers and there parents to he grew up learning how to make ammo from casings and make bombs from lunchboxes he new all the tricks of the trade he had traveled all over looking for broken guns and learning how to repair them with his parents tutelage. He grew hating raider always harassing his kind, never showing a shred of humanity they were worse than super mutants in his opinion. He knew that ghouls despite there appearance were usually nice and were willing to trade with anyone that didn't shoot at them on sight. His parents had made sure he wasn't to quick to judge people, but he new better he had grown up seeing the true face of life and he didn't trust easily. He was 13 in the ruins of a school building when he found the atlas. It for some reason hadn't been compleatly ruined and when he found that the page on north america hadn't been ruined he had to keep it. He showed it to his parents who new how to reed from there parents and they had learned from there parents and so on, but they taught him how to read and not just that they taught him how to read the sun and the stars to find out his direction and they taught him that night to read a map. It was half a year later that they heard the story of a fabled place in the states by the name of You Tah, he heard it from some ghouls in there reclusive shelter that in this fabled place there was trees and treasure beyond imagination, there were rooms that were untouched from the outside and places were you could drink water without fear of radiation, it was to good to be true. He decided he would go there when his parents decided to settle down in a town on what used to be the border of Canada and the US.
Why us?: I loved the fallout games and have been looking over other fallout themed servers and yours is by far the best and apears to have had the most time put in to making it.
Define Role-Playing in your words: Role-playing is portraying a character and making decisions based off your characters personality.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Meta-gaming is knowing stuff your character couldn't know like names or places and using that in game. For example your looking for someone in a city and you see there name floating behind a wall your character cant just decide to look over behind the wall because he has a "hunch" that that was were the person was.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Being more powerful than he should be. For example your fighting off a group of raiders and with no training what-so-ever your guy with a burst of adrenaline decides that now would be a good time to delve into his ancestry and pull out a myriad of super awesome kung-fu moves miraculously killing all 10 raiders in less than a second
IC:
Name: Szeth Son-Son Vallano
Nickname: Szeth
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Appearance: Short and Thin he's weak and scrawny looking in appearance despite the tan hes cultivated over the years of traveling in the blistering sun he has a sharp face not handsome but not ugly either hands and feet to big for him but not awkward looking about 5'8 with originally dark brown hair bleached to a light brown over the years hes has stunning green eyes with dark circles under them which is the most remarkable thing about him which he hates because they make him so easy to recognize. Personality: Timid in nature but easy to anger but its hard for him to stay angry very long, distrustful of people and easily frightened he jumps at everything, a deep sleeper he tries to sleep as little as possible causing the dark circles under his eyes.
In-game RP example: Szeth dived behind the rock as the bullets ricocheted off the other side, he'd been expecting them to shoot but what else could you expect from raiders. "can't we talk this out" he yells puling the pin off the grenade and chucking it over the rock. "Oh, ****" one of the raiders cries and the grenade goes off. He peaks out as another cacophony of bullets hit the rock sending chunks of granite past his face and scraping some skin away, they were both still standing a charred piece of ground about twenty feet behind them. One of them had blood pooling at his feet but he didn't seam to notice. "junkies then" he thought to himself out loud he said " I have to money I can pay you guys back". One of them sounding like the one on the left said " we don't want your money kid our leader wants your head", "we can work something out" Szeth yells back, the only answer was more bullets bouncing off the rock sending a couple shards of rock flying over his head. His mind raced trying to think of anything that might get him out of this, but the adrenaline was wearing off and panic was setting in he new they were circling around and he looked through his pack desperately trying to find anything he could use. Calling out he said " wait, I know were thee bobble head your leader wants is, but I'm only telling him", they laughed "well sea about that as one pressed the barrel of his gun against Szeths head. He got up slowly his hands above his head as the raider walked him over to there outpost a jumble of sheet metal clumsily assembled into a rough looking shelter. "Get on your knees kid". The raider sneered " just wait till we hand the boss your " just then the mine he'd left in his back pack griping the pipe he spun around smashing the hand holding the gun to his head as the raider was turning to see who else was attacking them. Szeth picked up the gun pointing it at the raider without saying anything he shot him in the head and searched through the raiders stuff. He found nothing. he didn't bother going over to see if there was anything left of his pack he new there wouldn't be. He moved on past the sign that read "Welcome to Utah!" with nothing but the map he kept in a plastic bag, on a chain around his neck, stained red with blood.
Background: He was raised wondering the wastes of Canada born on the shores of Great Bear Lake in the midst of the nuclear winter that had been going on since the nukes first dropped.They had moved south to escape the life of almost freezing to death every night. His parents were scavengers and there parents to he grew up learning how to make ammo from casings and make bombs from lunchboxes he new all the tricks of the trade he had traveled all over looking for broken guns and learning how to repair them with his parents tutelage. He grew hating raider always harassing his kind, never showing a shred of humanity they were worse than super mutants in his opinion. He knew that ghouls despite there appearance were usually nice and were willing to trade with anyone that didn't shoot at them on sight. His parents had made sure he wasn't to quick to judge people, but he new better he had grown up seeing the true face of life and he didn't trust easily. He was 13 in the ruins of a school building when he found the atlas. It for some reason hadn't been compleatly ruined and when he found that the page on north america hadn't been ruined he had to keep it. He showed it to his parents who new how to reed from there parents and they had learned from there parents and so on, but they taught him how to read and not just that they taught him how to read the sun and the stars to find out his direction and they taught him that night to read a map. It was half a year later that they heard the story of a fabled place in the states by the name of You Tah, he heard it from some ghouls in there reclusive shelter that in this fabled place there was trees and treasure beyond imagination, there were rooms that were untouched from the outside and places were you could drink water without fear of radiation, it was to good to be true. He decided he would go there when his parents decided to settle down in a town on what used to be the border of Canada and the US.
Ingame Name:
rricher
Age:
17
How did you find out about the server?:
Minecraft Forum
Have you played at all on the server already? (Will not decide final outcome):
No
What is rule number 4?:
no advertising unless ok'd by admin
What are some past servers you have played on?:
Lord of the Craft, Lockdown, Mintycraft, and a lot of other small servers
Special Key: 7rc4
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IGN: rricher
Age: 17
Role-Play Exp.: I've played a lot of role-playing servers, and all of Oblivion and Skyrim.
Why Us: I loved the Elder Scroll series.
Time You Can Dedicate: An hour a day, maybe more on weekends.
Brief Description of Yourself: I'm a senior in high school and can dedicate a lot of time to this server, but during finals week and when I have a lot of home work I may not be able to get on as much.
Explain Role-Play In Your Own Words: Playing a character
What Is Powergaming and Metagaming? Explain in your own words: Powergaming: deciding the actions of another player for them. Metagaming: your character having knowledge he couldn't possibly know.
IC
Name: Szetherin Thesvyn
Race: Dunmer
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Appearance: Tall for most races with piercing red eyes. Hes skinny and wheres all black clothes except white gloves and a white mask that covers his pale lips that he gets from his mother. he wheres his hood up at all times to cover his hair, even though its cut short to hide the curls.
Fears: The dark, Narrow passages, The snow.
Personality: Open minded for Dunmer ( he'll talk to other races), but quiet and angry. He also doesn't drink any alcohol
Occupation: Adventurer
Skills: One handed swords, Smithing, Bartering.
Nickname (Optional): Szeth
[b]Can Your Character Wield A Sword/Axe?:[/b] Yes a sword.
[b]Can You Character Farm?:[/b] No.
[b]Can Your Character Mine?:[/b] Yes.
[b]What Other Things Can Your Character Do?:[/b] He can think fast when in trouble.
Backstory (1-2 [b]LONG[/b] paragraphs):
His father was a merchant that traveled around Morrowind. He was known for his gambling debts and love wine, but the most barbaric trait was his indifference of race most evident in his sons half redguard heritage. He lost all the money he made from his goods on gambling and they could only afford one guard The guard taught Szeth the basics of the sword while his father taught him the ways of bartering when he wasn't to drunk to be understood. When Szeth was thirteen they got attacked by a group of bandits everything would have been fine despite them being a little poorer, but his father completely drunk as it was mid-day decided they were going to kill him so he took one of them hostage and decided to try and stumble away into the forest, he got an arrow through the neck. Szeth was taken to work in the bandits mine.
Szeth fifteen now had been working under the smith for four months now, he found life as a bandit better than it had been with his father as he actually made a wage and didn't have to deal with disgusted or worse pitying looks from the noblemen. One day a group of heroic adventurers decided it would be nice to free the miners from there forced imprisonment by the bandit. They slaughtered everyone, and offered the newly freed miners a chance to adventure with them. Szeth with nothing left in his life decided to join up with the adventurers honing his swordsmanship and practicing his smithing were he could. A couple years later the Group decided to visit the Nords in Skyrim, Szeth hating the cold decided it was time to split ways and travel south in search of gold, adventure, and warmer sunnier climates.
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IGN: rricher
Age: 17
Role-Play Exp.: I've played a lot of role-playing servers, and all of Oblivion and Skyrim.
Why Us: I loved the Elder Scroll series.
Time You Can Dedicate: An hour a day, maybe more on weekends.
Brief Description of Yourself: I'm a senior in high school and can dedicate a lot of time to this server, but during finals week and when I have a lot of home work I may not be able to get on as much.
Explain Role-Play In Your Own Words: Playing a character
What Is Powergaming and Metagaming? Explain in your own words: Powergaming: deciding the actions of another player for them. Metagaming: your character having knowledge he couldn't possibly know.
IC
Name: Szetherin Thesvyn
Race: Dunmer
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Appearance: Tall for most races with piercing red eyes. Hes skinny and wheres all black clothes except white gloves and a white mask that covers his pale lips that he gets from his mother. he wheres his hood up at all times to cover his hair, even though its cut short to hide the curls.
Fears: The dark, Narrow passages, The snow.
Personality: Open minded for Dunmer ( he'll talk to other races), but quiet and angry. He also doesn't drink any alcohol
Occupation: Adventurer
Skills: One handed swords, Smithing, Bartering.
Nickname (Optional): Szeth
[b]Can Your Character Wield A Sword/Axe?:[/b] Yes a sword.
[b]Can You Character Farm?:[/b] No.
[b]Can Your Character Mine?:[/b] Yes.
[b]What Other Things Can Your Character Do?:[/b] He can think fast when in trouble.
Backstory (1-2 [b]LONG[/b] paragraphs):
His father was a merchant that traveled around Morrowind. He was known for his gambling debts and love wine, but the most barbaric trait was his indifference of race most evident in his sons half redguard heritage. He lost all the money he made from his goods on gambling and they could only afford one guard The guard taught Szeth the basics of the sword while his father taught him the ways of bartering when he wasn't to drunk to be understood. When Szeth was thirteen they got attacked by a group of bandits everything would have been fine despite them being a little poorer, but his father completely drunk as it was mid-day decided they were going to kill him so he took one of them hostage and decided to try and stumble away into the forest, he got an arrow through the neck. Szeth was taken to work in the bandits mine.
Szeth fifteen now had been working under the smith for four months now, he found life as a bandit better than it had been with his father as he actually made a wage and didn't have to deal with disgusted or worse pitying looks from the noblemen. One day a group of heroic adventurers decided it would be nice to free the miners from there forced imprisonment by the bandit. They slaughtered everyone, and offered the newly freed miners a chance to adventure with them. Szeth with nothing left in his life decided to join up with the adventurers honing his swordsmanship and practicing his smithing were he could. A couple years later the Group decided to visit the Nords in Skyrim, Szeth hating the cold decided it was time to split ways and travel south in search of gold, adventure, and warmer sunnier climates.
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IGN: rricher
Age: 17
Time you can dedicate: 1 - 3 hours a day
Why us?: I loved the fallout games and have been looking over other fallout themed servers and yours is by far the best and apears to have had the most time put in to making it.
Define Role-Playing in your words: Role-playing is portraying a character and making decisions based off your characters personality.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Meta-gaming is knowing stuff your character couldn't know like names or places and using that in game. For example your looking for someone in a city and you see there name floating behind a wall your character cant just decide to look over behind the wall because he has a "hunch" that that was were the person was.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Being more powerful than he should be, and doing unrealistic things like dictating other players moves or not letting them respond to your moves. For example your fighting off a group of raiders and with no training what-so-ever your guy with a burst of adrenaline decides that now would be a good time to delve into his ancestry and pull out a myriad of super awesome kung-fu moves miraculously killing all 10 raiders in less than a second without one even being able to move.
IC:
Name: Szeth Son-Son Vallano
Nickname: Szeth
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Appearance: Short and Thin he's weak and scrawny looking in appearance despite the tan hes cultivated over the years of traveling in the blistering sun he has a sharp face not handsome but not ugly either hands and feet to big for him but not awkward looking about 5'8 with originally dark brown hair bleached to a light brown over the years hes has stunning green eyes with dark circles under them which is the most remarkable thing about him which he hates because they make him so easy to recognize.
Personality: Timid in nature but easy to anger but its hard for him to stay angry very long, distrustful of people and easily frightened he jumps at everything, a deep sleeper he tries to sleep as little as possible causing the dark circles under his eyes.
In-game RP example: Szeth dived behind the rock as the bullets ricocheted off the other side, he'd been expecting them to shoot but what else could you expect from raiders. "can't we talk this out" he yells puling the pin off the grenade and chucking it over the rock. "Oh, ****" one of the raiders cries and the grenade goes off. He peaks out as another cacophony of bullets hit the rock sending chunks of granite past his face and scraping some skin away, they were both still standing a charred piece of ground about twenty feet behind them. One of them had blood pooling at his feet but he didn't seam to notice. "junkies then" he thought to himself out loud he said " I have to money I can pay you guys back". One of them sounding like the one on the left said " we don't want your money kid our leader wants your head", "we can work something out" Szeth yells back, the only answer was more bullets bouncing off the rock sending a couple shards of rock flying over his head. His mind raced trying to think of anything that might get him out of this, but the adrenaline was wearing off and panic was setting in he new they were circling around and he looked through his pack desperately trying to find anything he could use. Calling out he said " wait, I know were thee bobble head your leader wants is, but I'm only telling him", they laughed "well sea about that as one pressed the barrel of his gun against Szeths head. He got up slowly his hands above his head as the raider walked him over to there outpost a jumble of sheet metal clumsily assembled into a rough looking shelter. "Get on your knees kid". The raider sneered " just wait till we hand the boss your " just then the mine he'd left in his back pack griping the pipe he spun around smashing the hand holding the gun to his head as the raider was turning to see who else was attacking them. Szeth picked up the gun pointing it at the raider without saying anything he shot him in the head and searched through the raiders stuff. He found nothing. he didn't bother going over to see if there was anything left of his pack he new there wouldn't be. He moved on past the sign that read "Welcome to Utah!" with nothing but the map he kept in a plastic bag, on a chain around his neck, stained red with blood.
Background: He was raised wondering the wastes of Canada born on the shores of Great Bear Lake in the midst of the nuclear winter that had been going on since the nukes first dropped.They had moved south to escape the life of almost freezing to death every night. His parents were scavengers and there parents to he grew up learning how to make ammo from casings and make bombs from lunchboxes he new all the tricks of the trade he had traveled all over looking for broken guns and learning how to repair them with his parents tutelage. He grew hating raider always harassing his kind, never showing a shred of humanity they were worse than super mutants in his opinion. He knew that ghouls despite there appearance were usually nice and were willing to trade with anyone that didn't shoot at them on sight. His parents had made sure he wasn't to quick to judge people, but he new better he had grown up seeing the true face of life and he didn't trust easily.
He was 13 in the ruins of a school building when he found the atlas. It for some reason hadn't been compleatly ruined and when he found that the page on north america hadn't been ruined he had to keep it. He showed it to his parents who new how to reed from there parents and they had learned from there parents and so on, but they taught him how to read and not just that they taught him how to read the sun and the stars to find out his direction and they taught him that night to read a map. It was half a year later that they heard the story of a fabled place in the states by the name of You Tah, he heard it from some ghouls in there reclusive shelter that in this fabled place there was trees and treasure beyond imagination, there were rooms that were untouched from the outside and places were you could drink water without fear of radiation, it was to good to be true. He decided he would go there when his parents decided to settle down in a town on what used to be the border of Canada and the US.
Nuka Cola is tasty!
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IGN: rricher
Age: 17
Time you can dedicate: 1 - 3 hours a day
Why us?: I loved the fallout games and have been looking over other fallout themed servers and yours is by far the best and apears to have had the most time put in to making it.
Define Role-Playing in your words: Role-playing is portraying a character and making decisions based off your characters personality.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Meta-gaming is knowing stuff your character couldn't know like names or places and using that in game. For example your looking for someone in a city and you see there name floating behind a wall your character cant just decide to look over behind the wall because he has a "hunch" that that was were the person was.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Being more powerful than he should be. For example your fighting off a group of raiders and with no training what-so-ever your guy with a burst of adrenaline decides that now would be a good time to delve into his ancestry and pull out a myriad of super awesome kung-fu moves miraculously killing all 10 raiders in less than a second
IC:
Name: Szeth Son-Son Vallano
Nickname: Szeth
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Appearance: Short and Thin he's weak and scrawny looking in appearance despite the tan hes cultivated over the years of traveling in the blistering sun he has a sharp face not handsome but not ugly either hands and feet to big for him but not awkward looking about 5'8 with originally dark brown hair bleached to a light brown over the years hes has stunning green eyes with dark circles under them which is the most remarkable thing about him which he hates because they make him so easy to recognize.
Personality: Timid in nature but easy to anger but its hard for him to stay angry very long, distrustful of people and easily frightened he jumps at everything, a deep sleeper he tries to sleep as little as possible causing the dark circles under his eyes.
In-game RP example: Szeth dived behind the rock as the bullets ricocheted off the other side, he'd been expecting them to shoot but what else could you expect from raiders. "can't we talk this out" he yells puling the pin off the grenade and chucking it over the rock. "Oh, ****" one of the raiders cries and the grenade goes off. He peaks out as another cacophony of bullets hit the rock sending chunks of granite past his face and scraping some skin away, they were both still standing a charred piece of ground about twenty feet behind them. One of them had blood pooling at his feet but he didn't seam to notice. "junkies then" he thought to himself out loud he said " I have to money I can pay you guys back". One of them sounding like the one on the left said " we don't want your money kid our leader wants your head", "we can work something out" Szeth yells back, the only answer was more bullets bouncing off the rock sending a couple shards of rock flying over his head. His mind raced trying to think of anything that might get him out of this, but the adrenaline was wearing off and panic was setting in he new they were circling around and he looked through his pack desperately trying to find anything he could use. Calling out he said " wait, I know were thee bobble head your leader wants is, but I'm only telling him", they laughed "well sea about that as one pressed the barrel of his gun against Szeths head. He got up slowly his hands above his head as the raider walked him over to there outpost a jumble of sheet metal clumsily assembled into a rough looking shelter. "Get on your knees kid". The raider sneered " just wait till we hand the boss your " just then the mine he'd left in his back pack griping the pipe he spun around smashing the hand holding the gun to his head as the raider was turning to see who else was attacking them. Szeth picked up the gun pointing it at the raider without saying anything he shot him in the head and searched through the raiders stuff. He found nothing. he didn't bother going over to see if there was anything left of his pack he new there wouldn't be. He moved on past the sign that read "Welcome to Utah!" with nothing but the map he kept in a plastic bag, on a chain around his neck, stained red with blood.
Background: He was raised wondering the wastes of Canada born on the shores of Great Bear Lake in the midst of the nuclear winter that had been going on since the nukes first dropped.They had moved south to escape the life of almost freezing to death every night. His parents were scavengers and there parents to he grew up learning how to make ammo from casings and make bombs from lunchboxes he new all the tricks of the trade he had traveled all over looking for broken guns and learning how to repair them with his parents tutelage. He grew hating raider always harassing his kind, never showing a shred of humanity they were worse than super mutants in his opinion. He knew that ghouls despite there appearance were usually nice and were willing to trade with anyone that didn't shoot at them on sight. His parents had made sure he wasn't to quick to judge people, but he new better he had grown up seeing the true face of life and he didn't trust easily.
He was 13 in the ruins of a school building when he found the atlas. It for some reason hadn't been compleatly ruined and when he found that the page on north america hadn't been ruined he had to keep it. He showed it to his parents who new how to reed from there parents and they had learned from there parents and so on, but they taught him how to read and not just that they taught him how to read the sun and the stars to find out his direction and they taught him that night to read a map. It was half a year later that they heard the story of a fabled place in the states by the name of You Tah, he heard it from some ghouls in there reclusive shelter that in this fabled place there was trees and treasure beyond imagination, there were rooms that were untouched from the outside and places were you could drink water without fear of radiation, it was to good to be true. He decided he would go there when his parents decided to settle down in a town on what used to be the border of Canada and the US.
Nuka Cola is tasty!
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I know, but just in case Im refreshing minecraft every 10 seconds or so
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yeah it says its under maintnence
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http://www.axanrpg.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=5&t=102
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isn't the IP on the forum?
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yay
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rricher
Age:
17
How did you find out about the server?:
Minecraft Forum
Have you played at all on the server already? (Will not decide final outcome):
No
What is rule number 4?:
no advertising unless ok'd by admin
What are some past servers you have played on?:
Lord of the Craft, Lockdown, Mintycraft, and a lot of other small servers
Special Key: 7rc4