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

    nevermind

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

    missed me come on guys dont you remember little ol' me :P also what is server IP FYI or you pm people that I might just be blind

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

    Whitelist application:[/b]

    OOC:[/b]

    Minecraft Username: stev_med[/b]

    Age: 22[/b]

    Definition of meta gaming: most basic definition is using out of character knowledge to benefit your character. example people on team speak talk about raiding a base and you gather an army knowing an attack is coming (unless it is a planned event)[/b]

    Definition of power gaming: giving a character crazy powers that are unrealistic. example being able to dodge a sniper bullet cause you "sensed it" [/b]

    What is your past experience in RP, Fallout or otherwise?: Way too much to name a mean dang, the vault, sins of our father, wild wasteland, in minecraft, swtor, wow, swg for mmos ect. [/b]

    IC:[/b]

    Name: Komodoh nickname is komo[/b]

    Age: 22[/b]

    Appearance: black hair dyed blue, tattered white jacket, black undershirt, grey pants with knee guards, red shoes, average build just a normal young adult.[/b]

    Personality: Has kind heart and trys to see the good in everyone. He is very competitive in life and usually has a big goofy grin on his face. He is a loyal friend and trustworthy guy that boarders being naive. [/b]

    Backstory: [/b]


    Komo is you average wastelander who grew up in a small fishing village in New Jersey in a sturdy family. He luckily hasn't had to many nasty surprises in his life and that could come to bite him in the butt further along his road. He has a younger brother who is a shy person who likes to stay around and fish most of his days with his father. His father owns and operates a fishing boat to provide for his family while his mom takes care of the homestead. [/b]


    [b]Komo is the type of person who was a friend to everyone in the village as he works at a stand cooking and selling the fish that his family catches. His life is very typical of the wasteland, he enjoys chatting with the travelers and caravans learning new things about the the world and the sights they have seen. The hardest times are when the occasional raiders attempt to raid the town. To prepare himself he along with the rest of the village are trained in small arms use and maintenance by the town sheriff and as such is part of the defense militia. [/b]


    [b]Today Komo has decided to join us with a caravan and head north to learn more about the world and make a name for himself. The world is his oyster and it is time to cook! [/b]


    [b]Komo skill set is being able to cook and trade food that his family catches and basic first aid, (he has been known to cut himself with a knife while cooking) general small arms use and maintenance, and a bit of barter skills from selling his products. [/b]


    [b]Tagged skills: barter, small arms, survival [/b]


    "Tunnel Snakes Rule!"[/b]

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    posted a message on CLOSED)☢ FALLOUT: Ashes of Our Fathers ☢ [24/7][Serious RolePlay][Real-life Locations][Factions]
    [font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif]IGN: stev_med[/font]
    [font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif]Age: 20[/font]
    [font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif]Time you can dedicate: I have full time job so whenever I can lol[/font]
    [font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif]Why us?: I was apart of sins of the father baby[/font]
    [font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif]Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples) Roleplaying for myself is immersing yourself into a new world as a new character of your own creation to play out in ways that one could not in real life.[/font]
    [font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif]Define Meta-gaming in your words: Read on forums of planed attack on city and ic "hey we are going to be attacked so and so cause I spied on the enemy" using occ info IC[/font]
    [font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif]Define Power-gaming in your words: Say you char sneaks up on another from behind and says "snaps chars neck and he died" is an example a definition is forcing role play actions on another and forcing their actions or also having op powers *fires two rocket launchers and hit you*[/font]
    [font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif]Did you join our [/b]website? yup account name is pinkie[/font]

    [font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif]IC:[/font]
    [font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif]Name: Trask[/font]
    [font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif]Nickname: (Optional)[/font]
    [font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif]Age: 20[/font]
    [font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif]Gender: M[/font]
    [font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif]Appearance: Tattered white jacket that he sees as lucky, natural pitch black hair that shows up on sides of head while top of it is dyed a deep blue, wheres old pair black pants with knee guards on them, black undershirt, a warm smile that others see as a truly trusting, and finally friendly eyes that see hope in the world despite the darkness he has seen. [/font]
    [font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif]Personality: Trask is a somewhat shy person who tries to avoid confrontation whenever he can. He looks up to others who help save people such as the Followers and idiolizes them trying to act as they would. He will go out of his way if he sees someone in need of help. He fears sometimes people look down on him for his speech problem and feels shy and a little insecure about it. Trask will always try to be there with kind eyes and a warm smile to make others feel happy as that is one of his greatest joys.[/font]
    [font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif]In-game RP example: (Include dialog)[/font][/font]
    [font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif]*setting old world building*[/font]
    [font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif]*trask is scavenging for treasure when he finds a old protectron*[/font]
    [font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif]Trask: P-pay dirt this thing l-looks like it works![/font]
    [font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif]*types into the computer a program to hopefully make the protectron a bodyguard*[/font]
    [font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif]*potectron hums to life*[/font]
    [font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif]Protectron: Scanning area.. Searching programing...search 75% complete....[/font]
    [font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif]Trask: T-this is gonna b-be so cool my own protectron.[/font]
    [font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif]Protectron: ERROR ERROR PROGRAM CORRUPTED DEFULTING TO SECURITY MODE. [/font]
    [font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif]Trask: T-that's not g-good.[/font]
    [font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif]Protectron: INTRUDER DETECTED PLEASE REMAIN STILL[/font]
    Trask: H-hold it I-i'm not an intruder I-I actually w-work h-here
    Protectron: Please show identification
    Trask: Y-yeah hold on its r-right here.
    *starts fumbling throw satchel to find a old workers id he scavenged earlier from a corpse
    Trask: H-here you go see i-i work here
    *shows card*
    Protectron: Database shows you have not come to work in over 200 years. You are hereby fired and schedualed for termination
    Trask: W-what wait n-no we c-can...
    [font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif]*protectron starts firing volley of lasers at trask and hits him in the shoulder*[/font]
    [font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif]Trask: AHHHH[/font]
    [font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif]*trask dives for cover behind an old table and pulls out a emp grenade*[/font]
    [font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif]Trask: H-he shot me t-that stupid r-robot shot m-me. W-well good thing I-i found this earlier[/font]
    [font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif]*tosses grenade over table and it goes off at the feet of the protectron*[/font]
    [font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif]Trask: G-got ya [/font]
    [font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif]*trask bandages his shoulder then starts to pass out with last thing he hears are footsteps coming in his direction way*[/font]
    [font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif]Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs) [/font]

    [font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif]Trask was born to a family of farmers who were loyal to the NCR in a small town south of LA. He was raised by his mother and father and is the youngest in the family with his two older sisters. His dad's extended family also works on the farm so he was close to his cousins. Growing up on the farm he learned how to grow crops and tend to animals. His oldest sister joined up with the Followers of the Appoclypse as a doctor and when she visits would show him how to use what he would find is a basic medical kit properly. He has always look up to his sister and dreams of helping others just like she does and always tries to help his friends out. [/font]

    [font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif]Trask would spend his teens talking with the hired mercs and caravan workers who stop by the farm and loved to listen to their stories about there adventures and always dreamed of having one of himself. He heard stories of wild adventures form traveling to citys run entirely by ghouls to fights with the most deadly of creatures. he always volunteers to join his dad and uncle favorite activity was when he would sometimes get to join his dad and uncle when they go on trips with hired caravaan guards to sell there crops at the markets in nearby towns and settlements . He loved going to the market to see all the unique things people have to sell and trade. He saw rare technology for sale, armors, foods, robots, and many other things people want.[/font]

    [font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif]During one trip to the market the family caravan was attacked by raiders. Trask new how to use pistols and had his trusty .32 pistol that was given to him by one of the older caravan guards (Lee) that stayed as a farm hand at the farm. Lee would take him out to a secluded section of fence with old cans set up and taught him how to properly shoot the .32 and care for it. [/font]

    [font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif]One day while traveling to sell part of the crop a group of raiders ambushed the caravaan. The attack was short and swift. One of the bandits had John, his fathers hired hand, pinned Trask, willing to risk anything to save his friendly life, acted to save him by jumping on the bandits back to try to take him down. The bandit took hold of trask and tossed him headfirst into some rocks knocking him out. Hours latter he awoke at an NCR hospital with his father and the rest of the caravan there. The attack caused some brain and speech problems to Trask causing him to stutter whenever he speaks. He still doesn't regret his decision knowing it saved johns life. He decided that he would never stop being who he is and always try to save others be it from hunger, danger, or even themselves. He doesn't mind his speech problem but greatly wished sometimes that he could speak normally. At the age of 20 he decided to join a new caravan after hearing of an old autodoc machine that could fix head trauma and decided to head north to seek out this old world technology so he may someday get back to normal. So his new journey begins to find a way to fix the damage that bandits caused.[/font]

    [font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif]*powers up vault boy 3000*[/font]
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    posted a message on CLOSED)☢ FALLOUT: Ashes of Our Fathers ☢ [24/7][Serious RolePlay][Real-life Locations][Factions]
    IGN: stev_med
    Age: 20
    Time you can dedicate: I have full time job so whenever I can lol
    Why us?: I was apart of sins of the father baby
    Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples) Roleplaying for myself is immersing yourself into a new world as a new character of your own creation to play out in ways that one could not in real life.
    Define Meta-gaming in your words: Read on forums of planed attack on city and ic "hey we are going to be attacked so and so cause I spied on the enemy" using occ info IC
    Define Power-gaming in your words: Say you char sneaks up on another from behind and says "snaps chars neck and he died" is an example a definition is forcing role play actions on another and forcing their actions
    Did you join our [/b][b]website[/b][b]? yup account name is pinkie

    IC:
    Name: Trask
    Nickname: (Optional)
    Age: 20
    Gender: M
    Appearance: Tattered white jacket, knee guards, white, black undershirt, jeans, dyed hair.
    Personality: Trask is a somewhat shy person who tries to avoid confrontation from fear others trying to take advantage of him due to his stuttering problem. He prepers to work on his outdoors skills and when needed helping others that need help. Trask will always prefer to avoid fighting but if one of hos friends are on trouble he will protect any way he can.
    In-game RP example: (Include dialog)[/b][/font]
    [font=courier new,courier,monospace][b]*setting old world building*[/b][/font]
    [font=courier new,courier,monospace][b]*trask is scavenging for treasure when he finds a old protectron*[/b][/font]
    [font=courier new,courier,monospace][b]Trask: P-pay dirt this thing l-looks like it works![/b][/font]
    [font=courier new,courier,monospace][b]*types into the computer a program to hopefully make the protectron a bodyguard*[/b][/font]
    [font=courier new,courier,monospace][b]*potectron hums to life*[/b][/font]
    [font=courier new,courier,monospace][b]Protectron: Scanning area.. Searching programing...search 75% complete....[/b][/font]
    [font=courier new,courier,monospace][b]Trask: T-this is gonna b-be so cool my own protectron.[/b][/font]
    [font=courier new,courier,monospace][b]Protectron: ERROR ERROR PROGRAM CORRUPTED DEFULTING TO SECURITY MODE. [/b][/font]
    [font=courier new,courier,monospace][b]Trask: T-that's not g-good.[/b][/font]
    [font=courier new,courier,monospace][b]Protectron: INTRUDER DETECTED ENGAGING[/b][/font]
    [font=courier new,courier,monospace][b]*protectron starts firing volley of lasers at trask and hits him in the shoulder*[/b][/font]
    [font=courier new,courier,monospace][b]Trask: AHHHH[/b][/font]
    [font=courier new,courier,monospace][b]*trask dives for cover behind an old table and pulls out a emp grenade*[/b][/font]
    [font=courier new,courier,monospace][b]Trask: T-this did not g-go as planned.[/b][/font]
    [font=courier new,courier,monospace][b]*tosses grenade over table and it goes off at the feet of the protectron*[/b][/font]
    [font=courier new,courier,monospace][b]Trask: G-got it [/b][/font]
    [font=courier new,courier,monospace][b]*trask passes out from the ordeal*[/b][/font]
    [font=courier new,courier,monospace][b]Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs)[/b][/font][b] [/b]

    [b]Trask was born to a family of farmers who were loyal to the NCR in a small town south of LA. He was raised by his mother and father and is the youngest in the family with his two older sisters. Growing up on the farm he learned how to grow crops and tend to animals. His father oldest sister joined up with the Followers of the Appoclypse and taught him how to help others. He would spend his days talking with the hired guys and caravan workers who stop by the farm and loved to listen to their stories about there adventures and always dreamed of having one of himself. His favorite activity was when he would sometimes get to join his dad when he goes on trips with his father and the hired help with caravans to sell the goods at local markets. He loved going to the market to see all the unique things people have to sell and trade. [/b]

    [b]During one trip to the market the family caravan was attacked by raiders. Trask new how to use pistols and had his trusty 9mm that was given to him by one of the older caravan guards. The attack was short and while one of the bandits had one of his fathers hired hands pinned Trask acted to save the man jumping on the bandits back and wailing on him. The bandit took hold trask and toss him headfirst into the rocks knocking him out. Hours latter he awoke at an NCR hospital with his father and the caravan there. The attack caused some brain and speech problems causing Trask to stutter whenever he speaks. He still trys to help others whenever he can and if someone befriends him he will do whatever he can to help others and make them happy. At the age of 20 he decided to join a new caravan and head north as he heard there might be a way to fix his brain and speech problems. So his [font=Courier New]new[/font] journey begins to find a way to fix the damage that bandits caused.[/b]

    *powers up vault boy 3000*

    Secound try and yes this is like my old character but I feel I did not get to fully enjoy him b4 old server died so I want to try again and if my app was poor it was cause I did it during my 15 minute break at work on my iPhone lol. Also Niloc I was helping BoS near end SotF that's why you remembered :)
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    posted a message on CLOSED)☢ FALLOUT: Ashes of Our Fathers ☢ [24/7][Serious RolePlay][Real-life Locations][Factions]

    IGN: stev_med
    Age: 20
    Time you can dedicate: I have full time job so whenever I can lol
    Why us?: I was apart of sins of the father baby
    Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples) Roleplaying for myself is immersing yourself into a new world as a new character of your own creation to play out in ways that one could not in real life.
    Define Meta-gaming in your words: Read on forums of planed attack on city and ic "hey we are going to be attacked so and so cause I spied on the enemy" using occ info IC
    Define Power-gaming in your words: Say you char sneaks up on another from behind and says "snaps chars neck and he died" is an example a definition is forcing role play actions on another and forcing their actions
    Did you join our [/b][b]website[/b][b]? yup account name is pinkie

    IC:
    Name: Trask
    Nickname: (Optional)
    Age: 20
    Gender: M
    Appearance: Tattered white jacket, knee guards, white, black undershirt, jeans, dyed hair.
    Personality: Trask is a somewhat shy person who tries to avoid confrontation from fear others trying to take advantage of him due to his stuttering problem. He prepers to work on his outdoors skills and when needed helping others that need help. Trask will always prefer to avoid fighting but if one of hos friends are on trouble he will protect any way he can.
    In-game RP example: (Include dialog)[/b][/font]
    [font=courier new,courier,monospace][b]*setting old world building*[/b][/font]
    [font=courier new,courier,monospace][b]*trask is scavenging for treasure when he finds a old protectron*[/b][/font]
    [font=courier new,courier,monospace][b]Trask: P-pay dirt this thing l-looks like it works![/b][/font]
    [font=courier new,courier,monospace][b]*types into the computer a program to hopefully make the protectron a bodyguard*[/b][/font]
    [font=courier new,courier,monospace][b]*potectron hums to life*[/b][/font]
    [font=courier new,courier,monospace][b]Protectron: Scanning area.. Searching programing...search 75% complete....[/b][/font]
    [font=courier new,courier,monospace][b]Trask: T-this is gonna b-be so cool my own protectron.[/b][/font]
    [font=courier new,courier,monospace][b]Protectron: ERROR ERROR PROGRAM CORRUPTED DEFULTING TO SECURITY MODE. [/b][/font]
    [font=courier new,courier,monospace][b]Trask: T-that's not g-good.[/b][/font]
    [font=courier new,courier,monospace][b]Protectron: INTRUDER DETECTED ENGAGING[/b][/font]
    [font=courier new,courier,monospace][b]*protectron starts firing volley of lasers at trask and hits him in the shoulder*[/b][/font]
    [font=courier new,courier,monospace][b]Trask: AHHHH[/b][/font]
    [font=courier new,courier,monospace][b]*trask dives for cover behind an old table and pulls out a emp grenade*[/b][/font]
    [font=courier new,courier,monospace][b]Trask: T-this did not g-go as planned.[/b][/font]
    [font=courier new,courier,monospace][b]*tosses grenade over table and it goes off at the feet of the protectron*[/b][/font]
    [font=courier new,courier,monospace][b]Trask: G-got it [/b][/font]
    [font=courier new,courier,monospace][b]*trask passes out from the ordeal*[/b][/font]
    [font=courier new,courier,monospace][b]Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs)[/b][/font][b] [/b]

    [b]Trask was born to a family of farmers who were loyal to the NCR in a small town south of LA. He was raised by his mother and father and is the youngest in the family with his two older sisters. Growing up on the farm he learned how to grow crops and tend to animals. His father oldest sister joined up with the Followers of the Appoclypse and taught him how to help others. He would spend his days talking with the hired guys and caravan workers who stop by the farm and loved to listen to their stories about there adventures and always dreamed of having one of himself. His favorite activity was when he would sometimes get to join his dad when he goes on trips with his father and the hired help with caravans to sell the goods at local markets. He loved going to the market to see all the unique things people have to sell and trade. [/b]

    [b]During one trip to the market the family caravan was attacked by raiders. Trask new how to use pistols and had his trusty 9mm that was given to him by one of the older caravan guards. The attack was short and while one of the bandits had one of his fathers hired hands pinned Trask acted to save the man jumping on the bandits back and wailing on him. The bandit took hold trask and toss him headfirst into the rocks knocking him out. Hours latter he awoke at an NCR hospital with his father and the caravan there. The attack caused some brain and speech problems causing Trask to stutter whenever he speaks. He still trys to help others whenever he can and if someone befriends him he will do whatever he can to help others and make them happy. At the age of 20 he decided to join a new caravan and head north as he heard there might be a way to fix his brain and speech problems. So his [font=Courier New]new[/font] journey begins to find a way to fix the damage that bandits caused.[/b]

    *powers up vault boy 3000*

    Secound try and yes this is like my old character but I feel I did not get to fully enjoy him b4 old server died so I want to try again and if my app was poor it was cause I did it during my 15 minute break at work on my iPhone lol. Also Niloc I was helping BoS near end SotF that's why you remembered :)
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    posted a message on CLOSED)☢ FALLOUT: Ashes of Our Fathers ☢ [24/7][Serious RolePlay][Real-life Locations][Factions]
    FYI my app is last post page 17 if you skipped it :)
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    posted a message on CLOSED)☢ FALLOUT: Ashes of Our Fathers ☢ [24/7][Serious RolePlay][Real-life Locations][Factions]
    OOC:
    IGN: stev_med
    Age: 20
    Time you can dedicate: I have full time job so whenever I can lol
    Why us?: I was apart of sins of the father baby
    Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples) Roleplaying for myself is immersing yourself into a new world as a new character of your own creation to play out in ways that one could not in real life.
    Define Meta-gaming in your words: Read on forums of planed attack on city and ic "hey we are going to be attacked so and so cause I spied on the enemy"
    Define Power-gaming in your words: Say you char sneaks up on another from behind and says "snaps chars neck and he died"
    Did you join our
    website? yup account name is pinkie

    IC:
    Name: Trask
    Nickname: (Optional)
    Age: 20
    Gender: M
    Appearance: Tattered white jacket, knee guards, white, black undershirt, jeans, dyed hair.
    Personality: Kind hearted, friendly, afraid of fighting but will defend himself if needed, stutterer.
    In-game RP example: (Include dialog)

    *setting old world building*
    *trask is scavenging for treasure when he finds a old protectron*
    Trask: P-pay dirt this thing l-looks like it works!
    *types into the computer a program to hopefully make the protectron a bodyguard*
    *potectron hums to life*
    Protectron: Scanning area.. Searching programing...search 75% complete....
    Trask: T-this is gonna b-be so cool my own protectron.
    Protectron: ERROR ERROR PROGRAM CORRUPTED DEFULTING TO SECURITY MODE.
    Trask: T-that's not g-good.
    Protectron: INTRUDER DETECTED ENGAGING
    *protectron starts firing volley of lasers at trask and hits him in the shoulder*
    Trask: AHHHH
    *trask dives for cover behind an old table and pulls out a emp grenade*
    Trask: T-this did not g-go as planned.
    *tosses grenade over table and it goes off at the feet of the protectron*
    Trask: G-got it
    *trask passes out from the ordeal*
    Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs)

    Trask was born to a family of farmers who were loyal to the NCR in a small town south of LA. He was raised by his mother and father and is the youngest in the family with his two older sisters. Growing up on the farm he learned how to grow crops and tend to animals. His father oldest sister joined up with the Followers of the Appoclypse and taught him how to help others. He would spend his days talking with the hired guys and caravan workers who stop by the farm and loved to listen to their stories about there adventures and always dreamed of having one of himself. His favorite activity was when he would sometimes get to join his dad when he goes on trips with his father and the hired help with caravans to sell the goods at local markets. He loved going to the market to see all the unique things people have to sell and trade.

    During one trip to the market the family caravan was attacked by raiders. Trask new how to use pistols and had his trusty 9mm that was given to him by one of the older caravan guards. The attack was short and while one of the bandits had one of his fathers hired hands pinned Trask acted to save the man jumping on the bandits back and wailing on him. The bandit took hold trask and toss him headfirst into the rocks knocking him out. Hours latter he awoke at an NCR hospital with his father and the caravan there. The attack caused some brain and speech problems causing Trask to stutter whenever he speaks. He still trys to help others whenever he can and if someone befriends him he will do whatever he can to help others and make them happy. At the age of 20 he decided to join a new caravan and head north as he heard there might be a way to fix his brain and speech problems. So his new journey begins to find a way to fix the damage that bandits caused.

    *Powers up pipboy 3000*
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    posted a message on The Manhattan Project: Revived
    Quote from Echidna_Uno

    Didn't we already accept you...?

    ಠ_ಠ


    i do not know lol
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    posted a message on The Manhattan Project: Revived
    OOC -
    IGN: stev_med
    Gender: male
    Age: 20
    Have you read the rules: green text
    Have you read the lore: yes
    RP Expierence: been on a bunch of fallour rp servers such as sins of the father and the vault rp to name a few, i also rped in the mmos swtor and swg
    Fallout Expierence: fallout 3 and new vegas
    Define Meta Gaming: using ooc knowledge in character
    Define Power Gaming: useing overpowers abilities to force rp onto other. IE trying to kill someone off without their concent.

    IC -
    Name: Tresk Monte
    Gender: m
    Age: 20
    Race: human
    Appearence: Young white male of average height. He has pitch black hair naturally and wears a black undershirt with white tattered jacket and jeans with kneepads. He is usually smiling with a goofy grin and calm complection. He hides his pistol in his jacket and is not afraid to defend himself or his friends with it.

    Signifying Traits: He is a stutter caused by an accident in his youth by slavers that is easily noticeable. He is always kind and has a kind smile and attitude. He tried to avoid conflict by talking others out of it and being a voice of reason who understands the harshness of the wastes.

    Signifying Skills: scavenging, pistols, lockpicking (good with his hands basically) He is a stutter but this trait makes people feel he is harmless and can open up to him.
    S.P.E.C.I.A.L.'s:
    (40 points to distribute, maxes out on 10)
    Strength- 4
    Perception- 5
    Endurance- 5
    Charisma- 8
    Intelligence- 7
    Agility- 5
    Luck- 6


    RP example

    Setting walking with caravan through a small valley.
    Canon: *hums a tune of an old world song that is playing over the radio* You know Bolt you should try smiling more you have a nice smile.
    Bolt: I only smile when i am killing filthy raiders.
    Tresk: B-bolt you are such a w-wierdo how c-can killing p-people give you joy?
    Bolt: I only enjoy killing the filth, the ones who take pleasure in taking from innocent people and if i get paid to enjoy their death then so be it. *gives an cocked eyebrow to Tresk*
    Canon: Well if we are lucky we will not run into any rai-*shot is fired into the side of the wagon* Get down!
    Tresk: *dives for cover behind the wagen taking hold of his 9mm pistol* W-where is he?
    Bolt: *takes his rifle and aims into the hillside with huge grin on his face* Once that SOB pops his head out for another shot i will be able to smoke the SOB. *shot fires near Bolts feetand whispers to himself* Got you. *speak to others* West ridge three meters from the large rock in that shed is the sniper.
    Canon: *aims his rifle upward* I see him bolt can you hit him?
    Bolt: Yes but first, hey kid see that boudler in front of us go run behind it.
    Tresk: *shocked* w-what why should I-I run out there its a d-death sentance.
    Bolt: You will be fine anyway i need someone to draw his fire while the boss suppresses for us so i can get the killshot.
    Tresk: Noway I-I am not doing that right Ca...
    Canon: Just do it you will be fine its ok.
    Tresk: *speechless* F-Fine! *sprints toward the boudler while Canon suppreses the raider* *stray shots are landing around his body until he finally reaches the boulder* *one final shot is heard with a dead meat sounding pop right afterword*
    Bolt: Nailed him Canon you buying the drinks tonight!
    Canon: *chuckles and nods at bolt*
    Tresk: *walking back from the boulder* I-I hate you both...

    Rp example style 2
    The location is an old world highway road with Tresk Bolt-Eye the caravan guard and Canon the Caravan owner. They are traveling north to trade their wares to towns that are along this highway. Tresk is tending to the wagon checking the supplies while he is traveling and tinkering with a small puzzle box with a small lock keeping it shut that is supposed to have a treasure inside of it. He starts shaking the box to his ear when Canon starts talking to him.

    "Son if you keep shaking it like that you will break whatever is inside that thing. If you really wanted to open that you need a bobby pin." He hands Tresk a bobby pin saying "try this might help you." "T-thank you Canon but d-do you even think whatever is in t-this little thing is even w-worth the effort I-I mean what if it is j-just a little rock or s-something lame." Tresk replies. "Well it is not really about getting what is inside that is interesting, it is about knowing that nothing will stop you at achieving your goal be it opening a small box or making your fortune in this world isn't that right Bolt." Bolt grumbles and states "if it was me trying to open that stupid piece of junk I would just use a hammer and smash it open." Canon chuckles while replying "Well if you did that you would just destroy whatever was inside and lose out of what could be worth a fortune that is why Tresk is going to open that box right son." "I-I’m trying but this thing just will not op..." a click is heard in the box as Tresk finally opens the box. The other two group together and look inside. Canon grabs the box looking inside stating "Tresk you might have just giving us a unique opportunity to earn a lot of caps." "W-what do you p-plan to d-do?" he says. Canon looks at the two and says "Boys we are going south, very south..."

    New setting is in an old worn out prewar building in central Florida. While walking through the building Canon, Bolt-eye, and Tresk stumble upon a locked door and try to find a way inside.

    "Hey son this doors locked try to pick its lock." Canon says. "Ok b-but this w-will takes some t-time." Tresk tries to pick the lock but then trips a failsafe mechanism. "Oh c-crap." Alarms start to ring in the whole area and protectrons appears from nowhere in the room and start attacking. Canon runs for cover with Tresk shouting "Bolt cover us!" "W-what should w-we do Canon!" "Keep your head down and aim for their backs or their heads!" Bolt surprisingly calm and in his element begins to laugh like a madman going "HA HA HA THAT ALL YOU GOT YOU ROBOT SOBS YOU CAN'T KIL ME!" "B-bolts insane isn't he?" says Tresk. "Yes he is but one thing is that he is good at what he does and nothing stops him." They finish off all the protectrons but one and Bolt runs up to it with his brass knuckles "This one’s going out the old fashion way!" When the dust settles from the battle the door clicks open by it revealing a brand new top of the line weapon. Upon seeing it Canon and Bolt look each other in the eye and state at the same time "Mine!"


    Biography

    Background
    Life story

    Early life
    Tresk was born in a small farming community near the florida coastline. He was a middle son of 7 brothers and sisters. Due to being the youngest he endured hardships from his older sibleings who played jokes on him. His older brothers and sisters always working with his parents on the families ranch. He helped worked growing crops that had minimal exposure to radition useing local purified water. While doing his chores he learned basic farming skills and how to recognized good crops for deadly ones. His family made caps and a living by selling and trading their crops to caravanas traveling along the coastline. While young he always loved it when the traders came by to his area where they would tell stories of the travels they have made and the sights they have seen. One evening he heard a tale from a trader who spoke of an island way to the north. This land was old and had buildings that reached the heavens. He spoke of longlost treasures from a forgoten time and the secret dangers that lurked in the shadows. He knew that one day he would venture out and find these secrets.

    Teens
    Tresk always loved exploreing the area around his home but one day he ventured too far off his families property. While searching an abandoned ranch house out in the wastes. He was too busy being distracted trying to pick the lock in home to hear more people enter the house. The poeple who came in were slavers. Tresk finally finished picking the lock as the slavers entered the room he was in. Once the spotted him they attacked and even though he fought back trying to defend himself one slaver struck a large blow to his head causing him to pass out. He was tossed into a cart and was brought northward to the slavers base.

    When he awake he was in a slave pen in an unknown region of the wastes. He found that his head was wrapped in old clothing and that a colar was placed around his neck. Scared and frightened he tried to escape but failed due to the surrounding fense. The others in the pen attempted to calm him down cause the slavers would beat anyone who tried anything funny. When he was finally calm and tried to speak he realized he could no longer speak normally and stuttered over his words. He continues this habit to today. Latter on he was finally sold to a caravan trader who took pity in this young lad and could use a hand with his caravan. The trader who bought his treated him with respect, kindness, and tought him how to be a successful caravan worker. The collar was removed shortly after the purchase with the option for him to leave but he decided to stay with the trader. He learned much from the trader and was trained in ways to defend himself by the guard the trader employed.

    One day after a few years the trader traveled with his caravan back to Tresks hometown and he was finally reunited with his family. He Spent a good while working back on the farm and enjoying his families company and his time home. During a harse winter food and money was growing scarse and his family had to try to think of ways to earn some more caps. Tresk came up with an idea to travel north to the land that the trader told him of in his youth. He set out to head north along the coast to find this strange land and send back riches for his family to live off of.

    Young adult
    Today he has ventured north from his coastal family home in Florida along the coast out to find treasures to send home to his town. Along his journy he has seen many unique places and people living near the waters. He saw small wandering tribes who craft unique weapons, clothing and untilities. He spent time and told stories with the tribels who lead him to see new places. One of his favorite stops was a newly recovered and operational nuka cola factory that sold carbinated nuka to caravans. The further north he traveled the more he heard stories of the island filled with large buildings and treaures and lost technologies from the past and where to keep heading. Knowing of the grand potential to find new wonders he kept following the coast until he could finally see the tall buildings on the horizon. He finally reached the land he heard as a child and now he has his sights set at fortune. Who and what did he find on the island well i do not want to spoil the suprise so please stay tuned to find out!
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    posted a message on The Manhattan Project: Revived
    OOC -
    IGN: stev_med
    Gender: male
    Age: 20
    Have you read the rules: you changed it you sneaky sob
    Have you read the lore: yes
    RP Expierence: been on a bunch of fallour rp servers such as sins of the father and the vault rp to name a few, i also rped in the mmos swtor and swg
    Fallout Expierence: fallout 3 and new vegas
    Define Meta Gaming: using ooc knowledge in character
    Define Power Gaming: useing overpowers abilities to force rp onto other. IE trying to kill someone off without their concent.

    IC -
    Name: Tresk Monte
    Gender: m
    Age: 20
    Race: human
    Appearence: Young white male of average height. He has pitch black hair naturally and wears a black undershirt with white tattered jacket and jeans with kneepads. He is usually smiling with a goofy grin and calm complection. He hides his pistol in his jacket and is not afraid to defend himself or his friends with it.

    Signifying Traits: He is a stutter caused by an accident in his youth by slavers that is easily noticeable. He is always kind and has a kind smile and attitude. He tried to avoid conflict by talking others out of it and being a voice of reason who understands the harshness of the wastes.

    Signifying Skills: scavenging, pistols, lockpicking (good with his hands basically) He is a stutter but this trait makes people feel he is harmless and can open up to him.
    S.P.E.C.I.A.L.'s:
    (40 points to distribute, maxes out on 10)
    Strength- 4
    Perception- 5
    Endurance- 5
    Charisma- 8
    Intelligence- 7
    Agility- 5
    Luck- 6


    RP example

    Setting walking with caravan through a small valley.
    Canon: *hums a tune of an old world song that is playing over the radio* You know Bolt you should try smiling more you have a nice smile.
    Bolt: I only smile when i am killing filthy raiders.
    Tresk: B-bolt you are such a w-wierdo how c-can killing p-people give you joy?
    Bolt: I only enjoy killing the filth, the ones who take pleasure in taking from innocent people and if i get paid to enjoy their death then so be it. *gives an cocked eyebrow to Tresk*
    Canon: Well if we are lucky we will not run into any rai-*shot is fired into the side of the wagon* Get down!
    Tresk: *dives for cover behind the wagen taking hold of his 9mm pistol* W-where is he?
    Bolt: *takes his rifle and aims into the hillside with huge grin on his face* Once that SOB pops his head out for another shot i will be able to smoke the SOB. *shot fires near Bolts feetand whispers to himself* Got you. *speak to others* West ridge three meters from the large rock in that shed is the sniper.
    Canon: *aims his rifle upward* I see him bolt can you hit him?
    Bolt: Yes but first, hey kid see that boudler in front of us go run behind it.
    Tresk: *shocked* w-what why should I-I run out there its a d-death sentance.
    Bolt: You will be fine anyway i need someone to draw his fire while the boss suppresses for us so i can get the killshot.
    Tresk: Noway I-I am not doing that right Ca...
    Canon: Just do it you will be fine its ok.
    Tresk: *speechless* F-Fine! *sprints toward the boudler while Canon suppreses the raider* *stray shots are landing around his body until he finally reaches the boulder* *one final shot is heard with a dead meat sounding pop right afterword*
    Bolt: Nailed him Canon you buying the drinks tonight!
    Canon: *chuckles and nods at bolt*
    Tresk: *walking back from the boulder* I-I hate you both...

    Rp example style 2
    The location is an old world highway road with Tresk Bolt-Eye the caravan guard and Canon the Caravan owner. They are traveling north to trade their wares to towns that are along this highway. Tresk is tending to the wagon checking the supplies while he is traveling and tinkering with a small puzzle box with a small lock keeping it shut that is supposed to have a treasure inside of it. He starts shaking the box to his ear when Canon starts talking to him.

    "Son if you keep shaking it like that you will break whatever is inside that thing. If you really wanted to open that you need a bobby pin." He hands Tresk a bobby pin saying "try this might help you." "T-thank you Canon but d-do you even think whatever is in t-this little thing is even w-worth the effort I-I mean what if it is j-just a little rock or s-something lame." Tresk replies. "Well it is not really about getting what is inside that is interesting, it is about knowing that nothing will stop you at achieving your goal be it opening a small box or making your fortune in this world isn't that right Bolt." Bolt grumbles and states "if it was me trying to open that stupid piece of junk I would just use a hammer and smash it open." Canon chuckles while replying "Well if you did that you would just destroy whatever was inside and lose out of what could be worth a fortune that is why Tresk is going to open that box right son." "I-I’m trying but this thing just will not op..." a click is heard in the box as Tresk finally opens the box. The other two group together and look inside. Canon grabs the box looking inside stating "Tresk you might have just giving us a unique opportunity to earn a lot of caps." "W-what do you p-plan to d-do?" he says. Canon looks at the two and says "Boys we are going south, very south..."

    New setting is in an old worn out prewar building in central Florida. While walking through the building Canon, Bolt-eye, and Tresk stumble upon a locked door and try to find a way inside.

    "Hey son this doors locked try to pick its lock." Canon says. "Ok b-but this w-will takes some t-time." Tresk tries to pick the lock but then trips a failsafe mechanism. "Oh c-crap." Alarms start to ring in the whole area and protectrons appears from nowhere in the room and start attacking. Canon runs for cover with Tresk shouting "Bolt cover us!" "W-what should w-we do Canon!" "Keep your head down and aim for their backs or their heads!" Bolt surprisingly calm and in his element begins to laugh like a madman going "HA HA HA THAT ALL YOU GOT YOU ROBOT SOBS YOU CAN'T KIL ME!" "B-bolts insane isn't he?" says Tresk. "Yes he is but one thing is that he is good at what he does and nothing stops him." They finish off all the protectrons but one and Bolt runs up to it with his brass knuckles "This one’s going out the old fashion way!" When the dust settles from the battle the door clicks open by it revealing a brand new top of the line weapon. Upon seeing it Canon and Bolt look each other in the eye and state at the same time "Mine!"


    Biography

    Background
    Life story

    Early life
    Tresk was born in a small farming community near the florida coastline. He was a middle son of 7 brothers and sisters. Due to being the youngest he endured hardships from his older sibleings who played jokes on him. His older brothers and sisters always working with his parents on the families ranch. He helped worked growing crops that had minimal exposure to radition useing local purified water. While doing his chores he learned basic farming skills and how to recognized good crops for deadly ones. His family made caps and a living by selling and trading their crops to caravanas traveling along the coastline. While young he always loved it when the traders came by to his area where they would tell stories of the travels they have made and the sights they have seen. One evening he heard a tale from a trader who spoke of an island way to the north. This land was old and had buildings that reached the heavens. He spoke of longlost treasures from a forgoten time and the secret dangers that lurked in the shadows. He knew that one day he would venture out and find these secrets.

    Teens
    Tresk always loved exploreing the area around his home but one day he ventured too far off his families property. While searching an abandoned ranch house out in the wastes. He was too busy being distracted trying to pick the lock in home to hear more people enter the house. The poeple who came in were slavers. Tresk finally finished picking the lock as the slavers entered the room he was in. Once the spotted him they attacked and even though he fought back trying to defend himself one slaver struck a large blow to his head causing him to pass out. He was tossed into a cart and was brought northward to the slavers base.

    When he awake he was in a slave pen in an unknown region of the wastes. He found that his head was wrapped in old clothing and that a colar was placed around his neck. Scared and frightened he tried to escape but failed due to the surrounding fense. The others in the pen attempted to calm him down cause the slavers would beat anyone who tried anything funny. When he was finally calm and tried to speak he realized he could no longer speak normally and stuttered over his words. He continues this habit to today. Latter on he was finally sold to a caravan trader who took pity in this young lad and could use a hand with his caravan. The trader who bought his treated him with respect, kindness, and tought him how to be a successful caravan worker. The collar was removed shortly after the purchase with the option for him to leave but he decided to stay with the trader. He learned much from the trader and was trained in ways to defend himself by the guard the trader employed.

    One day after a few years the trader traveled with his caravan back to Tresks hometown and he was finally reunited with his family. He Spent a good while working back on the farm and enjoying his families company and his time home. During a harse winter food and money was growing scarse and his family had to try to think of ways to earn some more caps. Tresk came up with an idea to travel north to the land that the trader told him of in his youth. He set out to head north along the coast to find this strange land and send back riches for his family to live off of.

    Young adult
    Today he has ventured north from his coastal family home in Florida along the coast out to find treasures to send home to his town. Along his journy he has seen many unique places and people living near the waters. He saw small wandering tribes who craft unique weapons, clothing and untilities. He spent time and told stories with the tribels who lead him to see new places. One of his favorite stops was a newly recovered and operational nuka cola factory that sold carbinated nuka to caravans. The further north he traveled the more he heard stories of the island filled with large buildings and treaures and lost technologies from the past and where to keep heading. Knowing of the grand potential to find new wonders he kept following the coast until he could finally see the tall buildings on the horizon. He finally reached the land he heard as a child and now he has his sights set at fortune. Who and what did he find on the island well i do not want to spoil the suprise so please stay tuned to find out!
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    posted a message on The Manhattan Project: Revived
    OOC -
    IGN: stev_med
    Gender: male
    Age: 20
    Have you read the rules: yes frugal stuff and whatnot
    Have you read the lore: yes
    RP Expierence: been on a bunch of fallour rp servers such as sins of the father and the vault rp to name a few, i also rped in the mmos swtor and swg
    Fallout Expierence: fallout 3 and new vegas
    Define Meta Gaming: using ooc knowledge in character
    Define Power Gaming: useing overpowers abilities to force rp onto other. IE trying to kill someone off without their concent.

    IC -
    Name: Tresk Monte
    Gender: m
    Age: 20
    Race: human
    Appearence: Young white male of average height. He has pitch black hair naturally and wears a black undershirt with white tattered jacket and jeans with kneepads. He is usually smiling with a goofy grin and calm complection. He hides his pistol in his jacket and is not afraid to defend himself or his friends with it.

    Signifying Traits: He is a stutter caused by an accident in his youth by slavers that is easily noticeable. He is always kind and has a kind smile and attitude. He tried to avoid conflict by talking others out of it and being a voice of reason who understands the harshness of the wastes.

    Signifying Skills: scavenging, pistols, lockpicking (good with his hands basically) He is a stutter but this trait makes people feel he is harmless and can open up to him.
    S.P.E.C.I.A.L.'s:
    (40 points to distribute, maxes out on 10)
    Strength- 4
    Perception- 5
    Endurance- 5
    Charisma- 8
    Intelligence- 7
    Agility- 5
    Luck- 6


    RP example

    Setting walking with caravan through a small valley.
    Canon: *hums a tune of an old world song that is playing over the radio* You know Bolt you should try smiling more you have a nice smile.
    Bolt: I only smile when i am killing filthy raiders.
    Tresk: B-bolt you are such a w-wierdo how c-can killing p-people give you joy?
    Bolt: I only enjoy killing the filth, the ones who take pleasure in taking from innocent people and if i get paid to enjoy their death then so be it. *gives an cocked eyebrow to Tresk*
    Canon: Well if we are lucky we will not run into any rai-*shot is fired into the side of the wagon* Get down!
    Tresk: *dives for cover behind the wagen taking hold of his 9mm pistol* W-where is he?
    Bolt: *takes his rifle and aims into the hillside with huge grin on his face* Once that SOB pops his head out for another shot i will be able to smoke the SOB. *shot fires near Bolts feetand whispers to himself* Got you. *speak to others* West ridge three meters from the large rock in that shed is the sniper.
    Canon: *aims his rifle upward* I see him bolt can you hit him?
    Bolt: Yes but first, hey kid see that boudler in front of us go run behind it.
    Tresk: *shocked* w-what why should I-I run out there its a d-death sentance.
    Bolt: You will be fine anyway i need someone to draw his fire while the boss suppresses for us so i can get the killshot.
    Tresk: Noway I-I am not doing that right Ca...
    Canon: Just do it you will be fine its ok.
    Tresk: *speechless* F-Fine! *sprints toward the boudler while Canon suppreses the raider* *stray shots are landing around his body until he finally reaches the boulder* *one final shot is heard with a dead meat sounding pop right afterword*
    Bolt: Nailed him Canon you buying the drinks tonight!
    Canon: *chuckles and nods at bolt*
    Tresk: *walking back from the boulder* I-I hate you both...

    Rp example style 2
    The location is an old world highway road with Tresk Bolt-Eye the caravan guard and Canon the Caravan owner. They are traveling north to trade their wares to towns that are along this highway. Tresk is tending to the wagon checking the supplies while he is traveling and tinkering with a small puzzle box with a small lock keeping it shut that is supposed to have a treasure inside of it. He starts shaking the box to his ear when Canon starts talking to him.

    "Son if you keep shaking it like that you will break whatever is inside that thing. If you really wanted to open that you need a bobby pin." He hands Tresk a bobby pin saying "try this might help you." "T-thank you Canon but d-do you even think whatever is in t-this little thing is even w-worth the effort I-I mean what if it is j-just a little rock or s-something lame." Tresk replies. "Well it is not really about getting what is inside that is interesting, it is about knowing that nothing will stop you at achieving your goal be it opening a small box or making your fortune in this world isn't that right Bolt." Bolt grumbles and states "if it was me trying to open that stupid piece of junk I would just use a hammer and smash it open." Canon chuckles while replying "Well if you did that you would just destroy whatever was inside and lose out of what could be worth a fortune that is why Tresk is going to open that box right son." "I-I’m trying but this thing just will not op..." a click is heard in the box as Tresk finally opens the box. The other two group together and look inside. Canon grabs the box looking inside stating "Tresk you might have just giving us a unique opportunity to earn a lot of caps." "W-what do you p-plan to d-do?" he says. Canon looks at the two and says "Boys we are going south, very south..."

    New setting is in an old worn out prewar building in central Florida. While walking through the building Canon, Bolt-eye, and Tresk stumble upon a locked door and try to find a way inside.

    "Hey son this doors locked try to pick its lock." Canon says. "Ok b-but this w-will takes some t-time." Tresk tries to pick the lock but then trips a failsafe mechanism. "Oh c-crap." Alarms start to ring in the whole area and protectrons appears from nowhere in the room and start attacking. Canon runs for cover with Tresk shouting "Bolt cover us!" "W-what should w-we do Canon!" "Keep your head down and aim for their backs or their heads!" Bolt surprisingly calm and in his element begins to laugh like a madman going "HA HA HA THAT ALL YOU GOT YOU ROBOT SOBS YOU CAN'T KIL ME!" "B-bolts insane isn't he?" says Tresk. "Yes he is but one thing is that he is good at what he does and nothing stops him." They finish off all the protectrons but one and Bolt runs up to it with his brass knuckles "This one’s going out the old fashion way!" When the dust settles from the battle the door clicks open by it revealing a brand new top of the line weapon. Upon seeing it Canon and Bolt look each other in the eye and state at the same time "Mine!"


    Biography

    Background
    Life story

    Early life
    Tresk was born in a small farming community near the florida coastline. He was a middle son of 7 brothers and sisters. Due to being the youngest he endured hardships from his older sibleings who played jokes on him. His older brothers and sisters always working with his parents on the families ranch. He helped worked growing crops that had minimal exposure to radition useing local purified water. While doing his chores he learned basic farming skills and how to recognized good crops for deadly ones. His family made caps and a living by selling and trading their crops to caravanas traveling along the coastline. While young he always loved it when the traders came by to his area where they would tell stories of the travels they have made and the sights they have seen. One evening he heard a tale from a trader who spoke of an island way to the north. This land was old and had buildings that reached the heavens. He spoke of longlost treasures from a forgoten time and the secret dangers that lurked in the shadows. He knew that one day he would venture out and find these secrets.

    Teens
    Tresk always loved exploreing the area around his home but one day he ventured too far off his families property. While searching an abandoned ranch house out in the wastes. He was too busy being distracted trying to pick the lock in home to hear more people enter the house. The poeple who came in were slavers. Tresk finally finished picking the lock as the slavers entered the room he was in. Once the spotted him they attacked and even though he fought back trying to defend himself one slaver struck a large blow to his head causing him to pass out. He was tossed into a cart and was brought northward to the slavers base.

    When he awake he was in a slave pen in an unknown region of the wastes. He found that his head was wrapped in old clothing and that a colar was placed around his neck. Scared and frightened he tried to escape but failed due to the surrounding fense. The others in the pen attempted to calm him down cause the slavers would beat anyone who tried anything funny. When he was finally calm and tried to speak he realized he could no longer speak normally and stuttered over his words. He continues this habit to today. Latter on he was finally sold to a caravan trader who took pity in this young lad and could use a hand with his caravan. The trader who bought his treated him with respect, kindness, and tought him how to be a successful caravan worker. The collar was removed shortly after the purchase with the option for him to leave but he decided to stay with the trader. He learned much from the trader and was trained in ways to defend himself by the guard the trader employed.

    One day after a few years the trader traveled with his caravan back to Tresks hometown and he was finally reunited with his family. He Spent a good while working back on the farm and enjoying his families company and his time home. During a harse winter food and money was growing scarse and his family had to try to think of ways to earn some more caps. Tresk came up with an idea to travel north to the land that the trader told him of in his youth. He set out to head north along the coast to find this strange land and send back riches for his family to live off of.

    Young adult
    Today he has ventured north from his coastal family home in Florida along the coast out to find treasures to send home to his town. Along his journy he has seen many unique places and people living near the waters. He saw small wandering tribes who craft unique weapons, clothing and untilities. He spent time and told stories with the tribels who lead him to see new places. One of his favorite stops was a newly recovered and operational nuka cola factory that sold carbinated nuka to caravans. The further north he traveled the more he heard stories of the island filled with large buildings and treaures and lost technologies from the past and where to keep heading. Knowing of the grand potential to find new wonders he kept following the coast until he could finally see the tall buildings on the horizon. He finally reached the land he heard as a child and now he has his sights set at fortune. Who and what did he find on the island well i do not want to spoil the suprise so please stay tuned to find out!
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    posted a message on [On Hold][1.5.1][Roleplay]THE MANHATTAN PROJECT - FALLOUT ROLEPLAYING|GUNS|BOOZE|CHEMS|FACTIONS
    now I play the waiting game
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    posted a message on [On Hold][1.5.1][Roleplay]THE MANHATTAN PROJECT - FALLOUT ROLEPLAYING|GUNS|BOOZE|CHEMS|FACTIONS
    OOC -
    IGN: stev_med
    Gender: male
    Age: 20
    Have you read the rules: yes frugal stuff and whatnot
    Have you read the lore: yes
    RP Expierence: been on a bunch of fallour rp servers such as sins of the father and the vault rp to name a few, i also rped in the mmos swtor and swg
    Fallout Expierence: fallout 3 and new vegas
    Define Meta Gaming: using ooc knowledge in character
    Define Power Gaming: useing overpowers abilities to force rp onto other. IE trying to kill someone off without their concent.

    IC -
    Name: Tresk Monte
    Gender: m
    Age: 20
    Race: human
    Appearence: Young white male of average height. He has pitch black hair naturally and wears a black undershirt with white tattered jacket and jeans with kneepads. He is usually smiling with a goofy grin and calm complection. He hides his pistol in his jacket and is not afraid to defend himself or his friends with it.

    Signifying Traits: He is a stutter caused by an accident in his youth by slavers that is easily noticeable. He is always kind and has a kind smile and attitude. He tried to avoid conflict by talking others out of it and being a voice of reason who understands the harshness of the wastes.

    Signifying Skills: scavenging, pistols, lockpicking (good with his hands basically) He is a stutter but this trait makes people feel he is harmless and can open up to him.
    S.P.E.C.I.A.L.'s:
    (40 points to distribute, maxes out on 10)
    Strength- 4
    Perception- 5
    Endurance- 5
    Charisma- 8
    Intelligence- 7
    Agility- 5
    Luck- 6


    RP example

    Setting walking with caravan through a small valley.
    Canon: *hums a tune of an old world song that is playing over the radio* You know Bolt you should try smiling more you have a nice smile.
    Bolt: I only smile when i am killing filthy raiders.
    Tresk: B-bolt you are such a w-wierdo how c-can killing p-people give you joy?
    Bolt: I only enjoy killing the filth, the ones who take pleasure in taking from innocent people and if i get paid to enjoy their death then so be it. *gives an cocked eyebrow to Tresk*
    Canon: Well if we are lucky we will not run into any rai-*shot is fired into the side of the wagon* Get down!
    Tresk: *dives for cover behind the wagen taking hold of his 9mm pistol* W-where is he?
    Bolt: *takes his rifle and aims into the hillside with huge grin on his face* Once that ******* pops his head out for another shot i will be able to smoke the *******. *shot fires near Bolts feetand whispers to himself* Got you. *speak to others* West ridge three meters from the large rock in that shed is the sniper.
    Canon: *aims his rifle upward* I see him bolt can you hit him?
    Bolt: Yes but first hey kid see that boudler in front of us go run behind it.
    Tresk: *shocked* w-what why should I-I run out there its a d-death sentance.
    Bolt: You will be fine anyway i need someone to draw his fire while the boss supresses his ass so i can get the killshot.
    Tresk: Noway I-I am not doing that right Ca...
    Canon: Just do it you will be fine its ok.
    Tresk: *speechless* F-Fine! *sprints toward the boudler while Canon suppreses the raider* *stray shots are landing around his body until he finally reaches the boulder* *one final shot is heard with a dead meat sounding pop right afterword*
    Bolt: Nailed him Canon you buying the drinks tonight!
    Canon: *chuckles and nods at bolt*
    Tresk: *walking back from the boulder* I-I hate you both...

    Rp example style 2
    The location is an old world highway road with Tresk Bolt-Eye the caravan guard and Canon the Caravan owner. They are traveling north to trade their wares to towns that are along this highway. Tresk is tending to the wagon checking the supplies while he is traveling and tinkering with a small puzzle box with a small lock keeping it shut that is supposed to have a treasure inside of it. He starts shaking the box to his ear when Canon starts talking to him.

    "Son if you keep shaking it like that you will break whatever is inside that thing. If you really wanted to open that you need a bobby pin." He hands Tresk a bobby pin saying "try this might help you." "T-thank you Canon but d-do you even think whatever is in t-this little thing is even w-worth the effort I-I mean what if it is j-just a little rock or s-something lame." Tresk replies. "Well it is not really about getting what is inside that is interesting, it is about knowing that nothing will stop you at achieving your goal be it opening a small box or making your fortune in this world isn't that right Bolt." Bolt grumbles and states "if it was me trying to open that stupid piece of junk I would just use a hammer and smash it open." Canon chuckles while replying "Well if you did that you would just destroy whatever was inside and lose out of what could be worth a fortune that is why Tresk is going to open that box right son." "I-I’m trying but this thing just will not op..." a click is heard in the box as Tresk finally opens the box. The other two group together and look inside. Canon grabs the box looking inside stating "Tresk you might have just giving us a unique opportunity to earn a lot of caps." "W-what do you p-plan to d-do?" he says. Canon looks at the two and says "Boys we are going south, very south..."

    New setting is in an old worn out prewar building in central Florida. While walking through the building Canon, Bolt-eye, and Tresk stumble upon a locked door and try to find a way inside.

    "Hey son this doors locked try to pick its lock." Canon says. "Ok b-but this w-will takes some t-time." Tresk tries to pick the lock but then trips a failsafe mechanism. "Oh c-crap." Alarms start to ring in the whole area and protectrons appears from nowhere in the room and start attacking. Canon runs for cover with Tresk shouting "Bolt cover us!" "W-what should w-we do Canon!" "Keep your head down and aim for their backs or their heads!" Bolt surprisingly calm and in his element begins to laugh like a madman going "HA HA HA THAT ALL YOU GOT YOU ROBOT SOBS YOU CAN'T KIL ME!" "B-bolts insane isn't he?" says Tresk. "Yes he is but one thing is that he is good at what he does and nothing stops him." They finish off all the protectrons but one and Bolt runs up to it with his brass knuckles "This one’s going out the old fashion way!" When the dust settles from the battle the door clicks open by it revealing a brand new top of the line weapon. Upon seeing it Canon and Bolt look each other in the eye and state at the same time "Mine!"


    Biography

    Background
    Life story

    Early life
    Tresk was born in a small farming community near the florida coastline. He was a middle son of 7 brothers and sisters. Due to being the youngest he endured hardships from his older sibleings who played jokes on him. His older brothers and sisters always working with his parents on the families ranch. He helped worked growing crops that had minimal exposure to radition useing local purified water. While doing his chores he learned basic farming skills and how to recognized good crops for deadly ones. His family made caps and a living by selling and trading their crops to caravanas traveling along the coastline. While young he always loved it when the traders came by to his area where they would tell stories of the travels they have made and the sights they have seen. One evening he heard a tale from a trader who spoke of an island way to the north. This land was old and had buildings that reached the heavens. He spoke of longlost treasures from a forgoten time and the secret dangers that lurked in the shadows. He knew that one day he would venture out and find these secrets.

    Teens
    Tresk always loved exploreing the area around his home but one day he ventured too far off his families property. While searching an abandoned ranch house out in the wastes. He was too busy being distracted trying to pick the lock in home to hear more people enter the house. The poeple who came in were slavers. Tresk finally finished picking the lock as the slavers entered the room he was in. Once the spotted him they attacked and even though he fought back trying to defend himself one slaver struck a large blow to his head causing him to pass out. He was tossed into a cart and was brought northward to the slavers base.

    When he awake he was in a slave pen in an unknown region of the wastes. He found that his head was wrapped in old clothing and that a colar was placed around his neck. Scared and frightened he tried to escape but failed due to the surrounding fense. The others in the pen attempted to calm him down cause the slavers would beat anyone who tried anything funny. When he was finally calm and tried to speak he realized he could no longer speak normally and stuttered over his words. He continues this habit to today. Latter on he was finally sold to a caravan trader who took pity in this young lad and could use a hand with his caravan. The trader who bought his treated him with respect, kindness, and tought him how to be a successful caravan worker. The collar was removed shortly after the purchase with the option for him to leave but he decided to stay with the trader. He learned much from the trader and was trained in ways to defend himself by the guard the trader employed.

    One day after a few years the trader traveled with his caravan back to Tresks hometown and he was finally reunited with his family. He Spent a good while working back on the farm and enjoying his families company and his time home. During a harse winter food and money was growing scarse and his family had to try to think of ways to earn some more caps. Tresk came up with an idea to travel north to the land that the trader told him of in his youth. He set out to head north along the coast to find this strange land and send back riches for his family to live off of.

    Young adult
    Today he has ventured north from his coastal family home in Florida along the coast out to find treasures to send home to his town. Along his journy he has seen many unique places and people living near the waters. He saw small wandering tribes who craft unique weapons, clothing and untilities. He spent time and told stories with the tribels who lead him to see new places. One of his favorite stops was a newly recovered and operational nuka cola factory that sold carbinated nuka to caravans. The further north he traveled the more he heard stories of the island filled with large buildings and treaures and lost technologies from the past and where to keep heading. Knowing of the grand potential to find new wonders he kept following the coast until he could finally see the tall buildings on the horizon. He finally reached the land he heard as a child and now he has his sights set at fortune. Who and what did he find on the island well i do not want to spoil the suprise so please stay tuned to find out!
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    posted a message on The Manhattan Project - Closed
    OOC -
    IGN: stev_med
    Gender: male
    Age: 20
    Have you read the rules: yes frugal stuff and whatnot
    Have you read the lore: yes
    RP Expierence: been on a bunch of fallour rp servers such as sins of the father and the vault rp to name a few, i also rped in the mmos swtor and swg
    Fallout Expierence: fallout 3 and new vegas
    Define Meta Gaming: using ooc knowledge in character
    Define Power Gaming: useing overpowers abilities to force rp onto other. IE trying to kill someone off without their concent.

    IC -
    Name: Tresk Monte
    Gender: m
    Age: 20
    Race: human
    Appearence: Young white male of average height. He has pitch black hair naturally and wears a black undershirt with white tattered jacket and jeans with kneepads. He is usually smiling with a goofy grin and calm complection. He hides his pistol in his jacket and is not afraid to defend himself or his friends with it.

    Signifying Traits: He is a stutter caused by an accident in his youth by slavers that is easily noticeable. He is always kind and has a kind smile and attitude. He tried to avoid conflict by talking others out of it and being a voice of reason who understands the harshness of the wastes.

    Signifying Skills: scavenging, pistols, lockpicking (good with his hands basically) He is a stutter but this trait makes people feel he is harmless and can open up to him.
    S.P.E.C.I.A.L.'s:
    (40 points to distribute, maxes out on 10)
    Strength- 4
    Perception- 5
    Endurance- 5
    Charisma- 8
    Intelligence- 7
    Agility- 5
    Luck- 6


    RP example

    Setting walking with caravan through a small valley.
    Canon: *hums a tune of an old world song that is playing over the radio* You know Bolt you should try smiling more you have a nice smile.
    Bolt: I only smile when i am killing filthy raiders.
    Tresk: B-bolt you are such a w-wierdo how c-can killing p-people give you joy?
    Bolt: I only enjoy killing the filth, the ones who take pleasure in taking from innocent people and if i get paid to enjoy their death then so be it. *gives an cocked eyebrow to Tresk*
    Canon: Well if we are lucky we will not run into any rai-*shot is fired into the side of the wagon* Get down!
    Tresk: *dives for cover behind the wagen taking hold of his 9mm pistol* W-where is he?
    Bolt: *takes his rifle and aims into the hillside with huge grin on his face* Once that ******* pops his head out for another shot i will be able to smoke the *******. *shot fires near Bolts feetand whispers to himself* Got you. *speak to others* West ridge three meters from the large rock in that shed is the sniper.
    Canon: *aims his rifle upward* I see him bolt can you hit him?
    Bolt: Yes but first hey kid see that boudler in front of us go run behind it.
    Tresk: *shocked* w-what why should I-I run out there its a d-death sentance.
    Bolt: You will be fine anyway i need someone to draw his fire while the boss supresses his ass so i can get the killshot.
    Tresk: Noway I-I am not doing that right Ca...
    Canon: Just do it you will be fine its ok.
    Tresk: *speechless* F-Fine! *sprints toward the boudler while Canon suppreses the raider* *stray shots are landing around his body until he finally reaches the boulder* *one final shot is heard with a dead meat sounding pop right afterword*
    Bolt: Nailed him Canon you buying the drinks tonight!
    Canon: *chuckles and nods at bolt*
    Tresk: *walking back from the boulder* I-I hate you both...

    Rp example style 2
    The location is an old world highway road with Tresk Bolt-Eye the caravan guard and Canon the Caravan owner. They are traveling north to trade their wares to towns that are along this highway. Tresk is tending to the wagon checking the supplies while he is traveling and tinkering with a small puzzle box with a small lock keeping it shut that is supposed to have a treasure inside of it. He starts shaking the box to his ear when Canon starts talking to him.

    "Son if you keep shaking it like that you will break whatever is inside that thing. If you really wanted to open that you need a bobby pin." He hands Tresk a bobby pin saying "try this might help you." "T-thank you Canon but d-do you even think whatever is in t-this little thing is even w-worth the effort I-I mean what if it is j-just a little rock or s-something lame." Tresk replies. "Well it is not really about getting what is inside that is interesting, it is about knowing that nothing will stop you at achieving your goal be it opening a small box or making your fortune in this world isn't that right Bolt." Bolt grumbles and states "if it was me trying to open that stupid piece of junk I would just use a hammer and smash it open." Canon chuckles while replying "Well if you did that you would just destroy whatever was inside and lose out of what could be worth a fortune that is why Tresk is going to open that box right son." "I-I’m trying but this thing just will not op..." a click is heard in the box as Tresk finally opens the box. The other two group together and look inside. Canon grabs the box looking inside stating "Tresk you might have just giving us a unique opportunity to earn a lot of caps." "W-what do you p-plan to d-do?" he says. Canon looks at the two and says "Boys we are going south, very south..."

    New setting is in an old worn out prewar building in central Florida. While walking through the building Canon, Bolt-eye, and Tresk stumble upon a locked door and try to find a way inside.

    "Hey son this doors locked try to pick its lock." Canon says. "Ok b-but this w-will takes some t-time." Tresk tries to pick the lock but then trips a failsafe mechanism. "Oh c-crap." Alarms start to ring in the whole area and protectrons appears from nowhere in the room and start attacking. Canon runs for cover with Tresk shouting "Bolt cover us!" "W-what should w-we do Canon!" "Keep your head down and aim for their backs or their heads!" Bolt surprisingly calm and in his element begins to laugh like a madman going "HA HA HA THAT ALL YOU GOT YOU ROBOT SOBS YOU CAN'T KIL ME!" "B-bolts insane isn't he?" says Tresk. "Yes he is but one thing is that he is good at what he does and nothing stops him." They finish off all the protectrons but one and Bolt runs up to it with his brass knuckles "This one’s going out the old fashion way!" When the dust settles from the battle the door clicks open by it revealing a brand new top of the line weapon. Upon seeing it Canon and Bolt look each other in the eye and state at the same time "Mine!"


    Biography

    Background
    Life story

    Early life
    Tresk was born in a small farming community near the florida coastline. He was a middle son of 7 brothers and sisters. Due to being the youngest he endured hardships from his older sibleings who played jokes on him. His older brothers and sisters always working with his parents on the families ranch. He helped worked growing crops that had minimal exposure to radition useing local purified water. While doing his chores he learned basic farming skills and how to recognized good crops for deadly ones. His family made caps and a living by selling and trading their crops to caravanas traveling along the coastline. While young he always loved it when the traders came by to his area where they would tell stories of the travels they have made and the sights they have seen. One evening he heard a tale from a trader who spoke of an island way to the north. This land was old and had buildings that reached the heavens. He spoke of longlost treasures from a forgoten time and the secret dangers that lurked in the shadows. He knew that one day he would venture out and find these secrets.

    Teens
    Tresk always loved exploreing the area around his home but one day he ventured too far off his families property. While searching an abandoned ranch house out in the wastes. He was too busy being distracted trying to pick the lock in home to hear more people enter the house. The poeple who came in were slavers. Tresk finally finished picking the lock as the slavers entered the room he was in. Once the spotted him they attacked and even though he fought back trying to defend himself one slaver struck a large blow to his head causing him to pass out. He was tossed into a cart and was brought northward to the slavers base.

    When he awake he was in a slave pen in an unknown region of the wastes. He found that his head was wrapped in old clothing and that a colar was placed around his neck. Scared and frightened he tried to escape but failed due to the surrounding fense. The others in the pen attempted to calm him down cause the slavers would beat anyone who tried anything funny. When he was finally calm and tried to speak he realized he could no longer speak normally and stuttered over his words. He continues this habit to today. Latter on he was finally sold to a caravan trader who took pity in this young lad and could use a hand with his caravan. The trader who bought his treated him with respect, kindness, and tought him how to be a successful caravan worker. The collar was removed shortly after the purchase with the option for him to leave but he decided to stay with the trader. He learned much from the trader and was trained in ways to defend himself by the guard the trader employed.

    One day after a few years the trader traveled with his caravan back to Tresks hometown and he was finally reunited with his family. He Spent a good while working back on the farm and enjoying his families company and his time home. During a harse winter food and money was growing scarse and his family had to try to think of ways to earn some more caps. Tresk came up with an idea to travel north to the land that the trader told him of in his youth. He set out to head north along the coast to find this strange land and send back riches for his family to live off of.

    Young adult
    Today he has ventured north from his coastal family home in Florida along the coast out to find treasures to send home to his town. Along his journy he has seen many unique places and people living near the waters. He saw small wandering tribes who craft unique weapons, clothing and untilities. He spent time and told stories with the tribels who lead him to see new places. One of his favorite stops was a newly recovered and operational nuka cola factory that sold carbinated nuka to caravans. The further north he traveled the more he heard stories of the island filled with large buildings and treaures and lost technologies from the past and where to keep heading. Knowing of the grand potential to find new wonders he kept following the coast until he could finally see the tall buildings on the horizon. He finally reached the land he heard as a child and now he has his sights set at fortune. Who and what did he find on the island well i do not want to spoil the suprise so please stay tuned to find out!
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