Appearance: He has Dark Brow Hair,Blue Eyes,Scars on his left cheek,He wears and industrial helmet-mask,straps made of leather(Going across his chest),tire on his right shoulder and clothed celt.
Personality:He has a soft and kind heart,But he is rather weak by himself so he runs with bandits and other such things to keep him safe.He would only start a fight if he need to.He has manners to people he knows who have power or will have it..Or could kill him.He thinks what is best for him only thinking of others if he can spare it.He would act friendly to most though.
In-game RP example: *Set outside of megaton,no one around* *John swings his fist into the jaw of Harry* *Harry recoils going on his hands and knees not used to this kind of treatment,being only nimble figure* Harry:"You ass,Wait until my brother gets you!" *John aims a kick into between the legs Harry* *Harry goes down on the ground,rolling in pain* John:"Look whos the ass now.
*Set in the exit of a train tunnel,the man trying to get out by the maintenance entrance* *The Bullet hits by the side of Lucas's head,going into the the wall* *The Manic laughs at his near kill,reloading his rifle* *Lucas runs through the all way,kicking rubble and trash as he runs* *The Manic reloads his rifle,firing again* *The bullet hits lucas,he falls to the ground as blood pours from his leg* *The Manic laughs running up to him* *Lucas crawls away as fast as he can,not going very far* *The Manic puts his foot on Lucas's back forcing him down* *Lucas squirms,failing to break free* *The Manic takes out a fire axe and goes to swing it into the side of his head* *His head breaks open,blood and gore coming out* *The Manic laughs as he watches life seed away from him*
Background: He grew up in Vault 91,Which was made as standered vault but with a Workshop and Armory. As all vaults was a experiment of some kind and this ones was Technology and Weapons. Sammys mother and father were both Gunsmiths,His father a little on the alcoholic side.But he saw a greater interest in Tech then he did weapons.His father would always try push him towards gun smithing so he knew a little about it.Though there was a few sets of Recon Armour(Recon Armour was in vaults ),Sammy had learned a great understanding of it.His first weapon ever made was a .308 Hunting rifle,He learned the insides and out of that weapon,he made the stock from metal and painted the barrel a dark crimson red.When he was young he struggled with making bullets,something so small was hard for him to get right,by he managed to get in right later on with his life.He experimented on what guns he could make,miss matching parts and bullets to see if they would work,but more then a couple of times die he nearly kill himself or another person. When Sammy was 19 the people of the vault managed to convince the Overseer that the vault should be opened.When it was opened the most younglings scattered to the winds in search of adventure and fortunes or to find the guns outside of the vault. Sammy was one of these.He so ran into a group of raiders who instead of killing him a first made him try to prove his worth,which he did in full arming them with weapons and armours,They only had one gun and a range of blunt and sharp close range weapons.With their new weapons they attacked a NCR caravan.Least to say the NCR were angered,they sent in troops to kill the troublesome group.Sammy barely escaped with his life,he want on wandering for years after that until he came upon San Francisco.
*Powers up pit boy 3000(100,000,000 if you get the ref )*
Fixed,I guess.
Thank you for fixing most of my corrections, I can now say, “Welcome to the city by the bay!”
OOC:
IGN:Havoc3003
Age: 16
Time you can dedicate: 2-3 hours per day, given I have the time.
Why us?: Akavir was fun, and I was told I'm a good roleplayer, so I'm counting on trying to make this the best experience possible for everyone.
Define Role-Playing in your words: Role-Playing is in a sense, acting. You take the persona of something or someone and immerse yourself into that role, acting and talking like they would.
Define Meta-gaming in your words:Meta-gaimng is using knowledge one has not obtained IC to their advantage IC. An example would be, hearing the enemy's secret base location from somewhere on the forums, and going there IC to take it over.
Define Power-gaming in your words:Power-gaming is playing out any scenario unfairly and without other people's decisions. Like using the action , *Shoots wildly in the town, killing everyone instantly*, rather than *Attempts to shoot everyone in the town.*
Did you join our website? Of course.
IC:
Name: Matthias Brumfield
Nickname: (Optional)Matt.
Age: 31
Gender:Male
Appearance: 6'6"
Personality: Calm generally, but can be hot-headed if you push his buttons right. Kind, generous.
In-game RP example: (Include dialog) Matthias is walking about the wreckage of a large army truck, when two scavengers approach him. Scavenger 1: "E-Excuse me sir? Can we a-ask you something?" *looking up at him is a timid little girl Matthias: "Of course, Little miss. What're you doing alone out here, though?" Scavenger 2: *A large man in a hood approaches behind the girl* "She ain't alone." Matthias: *He holds the 12 Gauge's stock on his back, not sure if they're hostile* "What's the problem?" Scavenger 1: *She smiles oddly* "Can you tell us where the nearest town is?"
Matthias: *Examines each of them closely, noticing a pocket knife on the girl, and a baseball bat on the man* "Sure thing. It's that way." *He points towards the East*
Scavenger 2: *Still not noticing the gun on Matthias' back draws the bat* "Mind giving us some caps to cover some traveling expenses?" *A wicked grin crosses his face* Matthias: *Slowly draws the gun out, pumping it once, noticing both the girl and man stopping wide-eyed in their tracks* "It's disgusting to think corruption like you is near the children of today. I'd recommend cleaning up, or I'll hunt you down myself if I hear anything bad coming from that town ya'll are headed to." Scavenger 1: *Grabs the big man's hoodie's back* Scavenger 2: *Looks down at her, sighing, then back to him, putting the bat down.* "You're probably right. I'm just in a bad spot... we need food and I...." Matthias: *Points to the truck* "There's a couple things of boxed food in there, take 'em. And clean up." *Begins walking away, putting the 12 Gauge on his back again.* Scavenger 1: "Bye...." *The girl watches Matthias disappear into the sunrise as her partner rummages through the truck slowly*
Background: Matthias never wanted to leave the Vault. He really didn't think it was safe or wise to. But where would he go anyways, they were all leaving him. Matthias didn't need them though, Vault 13 was plenty capable of sustaining him indefintiley, not to mention living with Intelligent Deathclaws is pretty safe. He had his friend, Sara Hawk, live with him there, growing to almost love her. That is, until she left one day, leaving no trace of why or where. Matthias thought of one place Sara would've liked to go to, San Francisco. They had heard a song of it on a holotape, and she adored it. He told the Alpha Male and Mother Deathclaw that they should go with him, but they insisted that other humans would come after the Enclave began slaughtering the outside villages. He asked them for one thing, to take a young Deathclaw with him, as a reminder of their hospitality towards him. They agreed, and Articus was chosen to follow Matthias into the Wastelands. The two reached close to San Francisco, and upon seeing the urban jungle, the now grown Articus decided to wait for Matthias outside the city limits, and begin finding other Deathclaws to begin another coven of intelligent Deathclaws. Matthias found this entertaining, but accepted, going to find a girl he truly knew only a little about, and harboring a hate against the Enclave.He is armed with only his 12 Gauge, named Justice, and seeks to discover the outside for himself. *Powers up his Pip Boy 3000*
OOC: IGN:arrowbeans Age:15 Time you can dedicate: During Summer,a large amount of time. Not so Sure about school Why us?:First off, I live in California, and Love San Francisco.Secondly, This looked like wonderful RP Server. Thirdly, The Followers and the Enclave are my favorite Faction. And Fourth(ly?), a Friend (Sadie) recommended it to me. I also sent in a building app,its a shame about those guys that destroyed the Build Server :/ Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples)Role-play is an interaction between two characters (While in Character, obviously) Define Meta-gaming in your words: The Use of OOC knowledge In Character. Define Power-gaming in your words:Such as *Shoots James in the Head before he can react* Did you join our website? I did
IC: Name: Chryslus Redding Nickname: (Optional) Age: 35 Gender: Male Appearance:5 feet and 8 inches tall, with Light-Brown hair, and Blue eyes. Wears a Lab coat over proper Doctors attire. Sewn into the inside of his Lab Coat, however, is a small bit of America's Pre-War flag, and a miniature version of the Enclave's insignia. Personality: Insightful,and highly intelligent, Redding has always believed in the Power of Democracy and of America that his Father once spoke of with true conviction. He is loyal to those who follow ways of the Old World, especially of the Enclave, of which his father, Granite had always spoke of. He believes that the Enclave can restore order to the wastes. Redding also holds the Followers in high regard, do to the charity and selflessness of their actions trying to aid and re-educate the wasteland. His opinions of the Followers are also quite high due to their tolerance and even acceptance of Homosexuality, a rarity in the Wasteland at this time. His opinions on both the NCR and the Bear, however, fall far below that. Redding, while thinking that Tandi and Aredesh's original idea was noble, has seen that once more the same human attributes had weaseled their way back into the system. It was now a "Democracy", but controlled by the Rich and the Powerful. The same went for the Brotherhood, greedy in another Currency- That of technology, that the Brotherhood Obsess over. (A note I would like to add. I Never stated that I hated Currency. Or Capitalism. I simply stated that in the NCR's case, the Rich and powerful had made the system less efficient , as the people who had a large amount of either power or money tended to use that Power/Money to increase it further. This decreased the NCR's operating efficiency. Take, for Example, General Oliver. He has a 5 in all of his special skills, and brilliant commanders do not have a five on intelligence. Besides that, Oliver's strategy of “massing troops” at the Dam and cutting off the NCR in the Mojave from receiving reinforcements, and not even trying to counter-attack the Legion, as they slowly picked off NCR numbers was a terrible Idea and a great strategical Blunder. How do you think he got to be overall commander of the Mojave military? Politics. Besides this; here's JE Sawyer on Oliver: “General Oliver doesn't seem to grasp basic military strategy. What real life persons were an inspiration for his character? Would you agree Oliver's the main cause the war is going badly for the NCR?”
“He's a mishmash of various aggressive, blockheaded military commanders. Generals LeMay and Patton are obvious examples, though completely without the forethought of those two men.”
— J.E. Sawyer As for the Brotherhood, as you saw illustrated in the Mojave chapter, they are also corrupted and controlled by Technology, it is their main purpose, and all else comes after. “Tech First, then You”. Even if that eventually means getting left behind, as was touched on somewhat in Veronica's Quest: I could make you care) In-game RP example: (Include dialog): *Harken Vigorously shakes Chryslus awake* Harken: Chryslus! Wake up! You have to go! Half of the Boneyard thinks your- Chryslus: What? What are you talking about...? *He says the sentence Groggily* Harken: Someone found an old Enclave suit of Power armor in his basement! He's been arrested, and your next! The Rangers are headed this way now! Chryslus: Good Lord..... *Suddenly Alert* Alright, let me collect a few things *He springs out of bed, starts to gather his most important items, including a 10mm pistol, and hurriedly stuffs them in his brief case, except for the pistol, which he nudges under his belt* Harken: Chryslus.... I'm going to miss you. I don't know what I would do... *He let the sentence trail off* Chryslus: A few years from now, if you still haven't found someone else? I will be back. But I have to go, now. *Chryslus and Harken embrace each other for a few moments, and then dashes out the main entrance of the Follower's Complex, dashing no more then a few feet in front of two NCR Rangers* NCR Ranger: Halt! Halt in the name of the Republic! *Chryslus increases speed in response, sprinting away from the Rangers* *The two Rangers also run after him* Chryslus, knowing he will soon be overtaken by the physically superior Rangers, turns wildly onto different streets and alleyways, making unpredictable turns, eventually ducking into an abandoned stall, where he waits for the Rangers to run past, which they do* *Taking a moment to catch his breath and collect himself, he Quickly exits the city, and heads out into the wastes, his destination San Fransisco* Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs) Chryslus was born in 2244, two years after the Destruction of the Enclave Oil Rig, to Granite (Leader of the Enclave Control Company) who, on that Faithful day, decided his life was more Valuable then the Enclave, and aided the Chosen One in the final moments of the fight on the Oil Rig. However, no other Enclave personnel stationed there survived the Attack, and Sergeant Granite and his squad where never uncovered for their betrayal of the Enclave on the Oil Rig, and where welcomed back to Navarro with Open arms. Granite had a Romance with one of the Women there, later Chryslus' Mother, Snookie, much to the Annoyance of a Computer guard who was also stationed there. After a few years of peaceful living on Navarro, the NCR finished what the Chosen One had started. During the attack, Granite escaped with the young Chryslus. Although it is unknown what happened to Snookie, it is likely that she died in the attack or escaped via Vertibird. Granite and Chryslus then re-integrated far from where Navarro, heading south, to the Boneyard. In the earliest years of Chryslus' life, he remembered seeing his father for a few days, and then him having to go and guard Caravans to pay for the cost of living. Yet, he spent most of his earlier life with the Followers of the Apocalypse, and under their watchful care, he quickly developed a healthy interest in both Math and Science. Yet his true calling, both in those early years and his later ones as well, would be Medicine. He found himself amazed that such a damaged human body could be “salvaged” by one man with a knowledge of the Anatomy of a Human. The Followers, quickly noticing his thirst for Knowledge, started to educate him in basic First Aid, as well as beginners Math and Science. His rate of learning was incredibly fast, and by age fifteen he was assisting in minor surgeries. It was around this time that his Father, Granite, “enlightened” him as to his real origins, his Father's affiliations with the Enclave, and his own views of society and the world, which Chryslus agreed with, except for the Enclave's principal that those who where exposed to the wasteland where somehow lesser beings, and the Enclaves view (I assume anyways, the Enclave being based on the Nation of America in the 50's, when Homosexuality was a terrible crime)view on gay men or women being somehow less than the average being. Besides this, he agreed with all that the Enclave stood for, and thought the Enclave to be a “New Beginning” for America, and thought that they where the best option that the Wasteland had to Offer, showing themselves as Granite had described, to be an efficient system unlike what the NCR was already on the road to. By the time Chryslus was seventeen, he presided as head of his first major surgery, that of the removal of a punctured lung. He also came to the realization that he would never be interested in women as more then friends, and preferred men, although he kept this fact secret from his Father. After a few more years of studying human anatomy, diseases, and many other Medical related pursuits, as well as increasing his field-knowledge by continuing to do more and more advanced Medical Procedures, Chyslus became a fully-fledged doctor, and worked with the Followers as much as possible, to be an instrument of good in the world. It was at this time that Granite retired from the immense physical strain of a Caravan Guard, and opened up his own General Store with the extra money saved from his en-devours as a Caravan Guard. It became quite successful due to Granite's low and fair prices. His business quickly prospered, and with the amount of money he was making, he quickly ascended into the ranks of the Social Elite, and Hosted some events. Eventually even Granites weariness of making friends subsided, and he left some of his fears behind. In the Years that followed he opened a second and third branch of his retail store. (Bringing us to 2277) As fate would have it, at one of his events that Granite hosted with his new found wealth, one of guests lost their way to the Restrooms, and through a series of Doorways, and down into the basement..... She saw a Dusty old piece of Mrk. II combat Armor, this model used exclusively by the Enclave. Soon, the NCR military arrived, and Granite was arrested, tried, and promptly hanged over the next few months. However, Chryslus, hearing of his fathers arrest, and assuming that they would arrest him purely on suspicion, as well as knowing of many people' s immense hate for the Enclave (And assuming his Trial would be effected in a major way), Quickly weighed his options, gathered his most important and essential items, and hastily left the Boneyard, never to return. He traveled to San Francisco, Knowing that the NCR has no presence at all within the city, and that the large population would make it hard to find Chryslus, if he were in fact tracked down. He spent the next few months avoiding public contact, and, after evaluating that it was safe again, opened up a Clinic in San Francisco, which he has been working at with a few staff members, until the year 2279 *Powers up Vault boy 3,000*
A Quick note about Snookie: I hope that you didn’t confuse the real life Snookie with the one from Fallout 2. I wasn't sure and I wanted to be clear that she is a Character that can be found in Navarro, NOT on Jersey shore . Granite was also a Fallout 2 Character. Hopefully this is up to par now.
OOC:
IGN:Havoc3003
Age: 16
Time you can dedicate: 2-3 hours per day, given I have the time.
Why us?: Akavir was fun, and I was told I'm a good roleplayer, so I'm counting on trying to make this the best experience possible for everyone.
Define Role-Playing in your words: Role-Playing is in a sense, acting. You take the persona of something or someone and immerse yourself into that role, acting and talking like they would.
Define Meta-gaming in your words:Meta-gaimng is using knowledge one has not obtained IC to their advantage IC. An example would be, hearing the enemy's secret base location from somewhere on the forums, and going there IC to take it over.
Define Power-gaming in your words:Power-gaming is playing out any scenario unfairly and without other people's decisions. Like using the action , *Shoots wildly in the town, killing everyone instantly*, rather than *Attempts to shoot everyone in the town.*
Did you join our website? Of course.
IC:
Name: Matthias Brumfield
Nickname: (Optional)Matt.
Age: 31
Gender:Male
Appearance: 6'6"
Personality: Calm generally, but can be hot-headed if you push his buttons right. Kind, generous.
In-game RP example: (Include dialog) Matthias is walking about the wreckage of a large army truck, when two scavengers approach him. Scavenger 1: "E-Excuse me sir? Can we a-ask you something?" *looking up at him is a timid little girl Matthias: "Of course, Little miss. What're you doing alone out here, though?" Scavenger 2: *A large man in a hood approaches behind the girl* "She ain't alone." Matthias: *He holds the 12 Gauge's stock on his back, not sure if they're hostile* "What's the problem?" Scavenger 1: *She smiles oddly* "Can you tell us where the nearest town is?"
Matthias: *Examines each of them closely, noticing a pocket knife on the girl, and a baseball bat on the man* "Sure thing. It's that way." *He points towards the East*
Scavenger 2: *Still not noticing the gun on Matthias' back draws the bat* "Mind giving us some caps to cover some traveling expenses?" *A wicked grin crosses his face* Matthias: *Slowly draws the gun out, pumping it once, noticing both the girl and man stopping wide-eyed in their tracks* "It's disgusting to think corruption like you is near the children of today. I'd recommend cleaning up, or I'll hunt you down myself if I hear anything bad coming from that town ya'll are headed to." Scavenger 1: *Grabs the big man's hoodie's back* Scavenger 2: *Looks down at her, sighing, then back to him, putting the bat down.* "You're probably right. I'm just in a bad spot... we need food and I...." Matthias: *Points to the truck* "There's a couple things of boxed food in there, take 'em. And clean up." *Begins walking away, putting the 12 Gauge on his back again.* Scavenger 1: "Bye...." *The girl watches Matthias disappear into the sunrise as her partner rummages through the truck slowly*
Background: Matthias never wanted to leave the Vault. He really didn't think it was safe or wise to. But where would he go anyways, they were all leaving him. Matthias didn't need them though, Vault 13 was plenty capable of sustaining him indefintiley, not to mention living with Intelligent Deathclaws is pretty safe. He had his friend, Sara Hawk, live with him there, growing to almost love her. That is, until she left one day, leaving no trace of why or where. Matthias thought of one place Sara would've liked to go to, San Francisco. They had heard a song of it on a holotape, and she adored it. He told the Alpha Male and Mother Deathclaw that they should go with him, but they insisted that other humans would come after the Enclave began slaughtering the outside villages. He asked them for one thing, to take a young Deathclaw with him, as a reminder of their hospitality towards him. They agreed, and Articus was chosen to follow Matthias into the Wastelands. The two reached close to San Francisco, and upon seeing the urban jungle, the now grown Articus decided to wait for Matthias outside the city limits, and begin finding other Deathclaws to begin another coven of intelligent Deathclaws. Matthias found this entertaining, but accepted, going to find a girl he truly knew only a little about, and harboring a hate against the Enclave.He is armed with only his 12 Gauge, named Justice, and seeks to discover the outside for himself. *Powers up his Pip Boy 3000*
-Your descriptions of the appearance and personality of your character were quite lacking. -For appearance, what was his eye color? Skin? Hair color? Scars? Clothing? -For his personality, does he have any mannerisms? How is his demeanor around others? -Your RP example is a bit simple which is alright but if time allows, I’d request that it show the more complex actions your RP has to offer
-Your backstory is short and does not meet the 2 paragraph request on the app, try adding more detail. How was his childhood? What was his life like up to now? Did anything happen on the way to San Fran? Did he meet any people?
Until all of these corrections are fixed, for now, I have to say you are
OOC: IGN:arrowbeans Age:15 Time you can dedicate: During Summer,a large amount of time. Not so Sure about school Why us?:First off, I live in California, and Love San Francisco.Secondly, This looked like wonderful RP Server. Thirdly, The Followers and the Enclave are my favorite Faction. And Fourth(ly?), a Friend (Sadie) recommended it to me. I also sent in a building app,its a shame about those guys that destroyed the Build Server :/ Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples)Role-play is an interaction between two characters (While in Character, obviously) Define Meta-gaming in your words: The Use of OOC knowledge In Character. Define Power-gaming in your words:Such as *Shoots James in the Head before he can react* Did you join our website? I did
IC: Name: Chryslus Redding Nickname: (Optional) Age: 35 Gender: Male Appearance:5 feet and 8 inches tall, with Light-Brown hair, and Blue eyes. Wears a Lab coat over proper Doctors attire. Sewn into the inside of his Lab Coat, however, is a small bit of America's Pre-War flag, and a miniature version of the Enclave's insignia. Personality: Insightful,and highly intelligent, Redding has always believed in the Power of Democracy and of America that his Father once spoke of with true conviction. He is loyal to those who follow ways of the Old World, especially of the Enclave, of which his father, Granite had always spoke of. He believes that the Enclave can restore order to the wastes. Redding also holds the Followers in high regard, do to the charity and selflessness of their actions trying to aid and re-educate the wasteland. His opinions of the Followers are also quite high due to their tolerance and even acceptance of Homosexuality, a rarity in the Wasteland at this time. His opinions on both the NCR and the Bear, however, fall far below that. Redding, while thinking that Tandi and Aredesh's original idea was noble, has seen that once more the same human attributes had weaseled their way back into the system. It was now a "Democracy", but controlled by the Rich and the Powerful. The same went for the Brotherhood, greedy in another Currency- That of technology, that the Brotherhood Obsess over. (A note I would like to add. I Never stated that I hated Currency. Or Capitalism. I simply stated that in the NCR's case, the Rich and powerful had made the system less efficient , as the people who had a large amount of either power or money tended to use that Power/Money to increase it further. This decreased the NCR's operating efficiency. Take, for Example, General Oliver. He has a 5 in all of his special skills, and brilliant commanders do not have a five on intelligence. Besides that, Oliver's strategy of “massing troops” at the Dam and cutting off the NCR in the Mojave from receiving reinforcements, and not even trying to counter-attack the Legion, as they slowly picked off NCR numbers was a terrible Idea and a great strategical Blunder. How do you think he got to be overall commander of the Mojave military? Politics. Besides this; here's JE Sawyer on Oliver: “General Oliver doesn't seem to grasp basic military strategy. What real life persons were an inspiration for his character? Would you agree Oliver's the main cause the war is going badly for the NCR?”
“He's a mishmash of various aggressive, blockheaded military commanders. Generals LeMay and Patton are obvious examples, though completely without the forethought of those two men.”
— J.E. Sawyer As for the Brotherhood, as you saw illustrated in the Mojave chapter, they are also corrupted and controlled by Technology, it is their main purpose, and all else comes after. “Tech First, then You”. Even if that eventually means getting left behind, as was touched on somewhat in Veronica's Quest: I could make you care) In-game RP example: (Include dialog): *Harken Vigorously shakes Chryslus awake* Harken: Chryslus! Wake up! You have to go! Half of the Boneyard thinks your- Chryslus: What? What are you talking about...? *He says the sentence Groggily* Harken: Someone found an old Enclave suit of Power armor in his basement! He's been arrested, and your next! The Rangers are headed this way now! Chryslus: Good Lord..... *Suddenly Alert* Alright, let me collect a few things *He springs out of bed, starts to gather his most important items, including a 10mm pistol, and hurriedly stuffs them in his brief case, except for the pistol, which he nudges under his belt* Harken: Chryslus.... I'm going to miss you. I don't know what I would do... *He let the sentence trail off* Chryslus: A few years from now, if you still haven't found someone else? I will be back. But I have to go, now. *Chryslus and Harken embrace each other for a few moments, and then dashes out the main entrance of the Follower's Complex, dashing no more then a few feet in front of two NCR Rangers* NCR Ranger: Halt! Halt in the name of the Republic! *Chryslus increases speed in response, sprinting away from the Rangers* *The two Rangers also run after him* Chryslus, knowing he will soon be overtaken by the physically superior Rangers, turns wildly onto different streets and alleyways, making unpredictable turns, eventually ducking into an abandoned stall, where he waits for the Rangers to run past, which they do* *Taking a moment to catch his breath and collect himself, he Quickly exits the city, and heads out into the wastes, his destination San Fransisco* Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs) Chryslus was born in 2244, two years after the Destruction of the Enclave Oil Rig, to Granite (Leader of the Enclave Control Company) who, on that Faithful day, decided his life was more Valuable then the Enclave, and aided the Chosen One in the final moments of the fight on the Oil Rig. However, no other Enclave personnel stationed there survived the Attack, and Sergeant Granite and his squad where never uncovered for their betrayal of the Enclave on the Oil Rig, and where welcomed back to Navarro with Open arms. Granite had a Romance with one of the Women there, later Chryslus' Mother, Snookie, much to the Annoyance of a Computer guard who was also stationed there. After a few years of peaceful living on Navarro, the NCR finished what the Chosen One had started. During the attack, Granite escaped with the young Chryslus. Although it is unknown what happened to Snookie, it is likely that she died in the attack or escaped via Vertibird. Granite and Chryslus then re-integrated far from where Navarro, heading south, to the Boneyard. In the earliest years of Chryslus' life, he remembered seeing his father for a few days, and then him having to go and guard Caravans to pay for the cost of living. Yet, he spent most of his earlier life with the Followers of the Apocalypse, and under their watchful care, he quickly developed a healthy interest in both Math and Science. Yet his true calling, both in those early years and his later ones as well, would be Medicine. He found himself amazed that such a damaged human body could be “salvaged” by one man with a knowledge of the Anatomy of a Human. The Followers, quickly noticing his thirst for Knowledge, started to educate him in basic First Aid, as well as beginners Math and Science. His rate of learning was incredibly fast, and by age fifteen he was assisting in minor surgeries. It was around this time that his Father, Granite, “enlightened” him as to his real origins, his Father's affiliations with the Enclave, and his own views of society and the world, which Chryslus agreed with, except for the Enclave's principal that those who where exposed to the wasteland where somehow lesser beings, and the Enclaves view (I assume anyways, the Enclave being based on the Nation of America in the 50's, when Homosexuality was a terrible crime)view on gay men or women being somehow less than the average being. Besides this, he agreed with all that the Enclave stood for, and thought the Enclave to be a “New Beginning” for America, and thought that they where the best option that the Wasteland had to Offer, showing themselves as Granite had described, to be an efficient system unlike what the NCR was already on the road to. By the time Chryslus was seventeen, he presided as head of his first major surgery, that of the removal of a punctured lung. He also came to the realization that he would never be interested in women as more then friends, and preferred men, although he kept this fact secret from his Father. After a few more years of studying human anatomy, diseases, and many other Medical related pursuits, as well as increasing his field-knowledge by continuing to do more and more advanced Medical Procedures, Chyslus became a fully-fledged doctor, and worked with the Followers as much as possible, to be an instrument of good in the world. It was at this time that Granite retired from the immense physical strain of a Caravan Guard, and opened up his own General Store with the extra money saved from his en-devours as a Caravan Guard. It became quite successful due to Granite's low and fair prices. His business quickly prospered, and with the amount of money he was making, he quickly ascended into the ranks of the Social Elite, and Hosted some events. Eventually even Granites weariness of making friends subsided, and he left some of his fears behind. In the Years that followed he opened a second and third branch of his retail store. (Bringing us to 2277) As fate would have it, at one of his events that Granite hosted with his new found wealth, one of guests lost their way to the Restrooms, and through a series of Doorways, and down into the basement..... She saw a Dusty old piece of Mrk. II combat Armor, this model used exclusively by the Enclave. Soon, the NCR military arrived, and Granite was arrested, tried, and promptly hanged over the next few months. However, Chryslus, hearing of his fathers arrest, and assuming that they would arrest him purely on suspicion, as well as knowing of many people' s immense hate for the Enclave (And assuming his Trial would be effected in a major way), Quickly weighed his options, gathered his most important and essential items, and hastily left the Boneyard, never to return. He traveled to San Francisco, Knowing that the NCR has no presence at all within the city, and that the large population would make it hard to find Chryslus, if he were in fact tracked down. He spent the next few months avoiding public contact, and, after evaluating that it was safe again, opened up a Clinic in San Francisco, which he has been working at with a few staff members, until the year 2279 *Powers up Vault boy 3,000*
A Quick note about Snookie: I hope that you didn’t confuse the real life Snookie with the one from Fallout 2. I wasn't sure and I wanted to be clear that she is a Character that can be found in Navarro, NOT on Jersey shore . Granite was also a Fallout 2 Character. Hopefully this is up to par now.
Alright it seems as though everything checks out except for the fact that I’m not sure if you’ll be allowed to have land at the beginning of the server, take this up with one of the admins. If yes, I’m glad to say, “Welcome to the city by the bay!”
- Do NOT accept people with armor! You do not know how much trouble this causes in the launch stages.
-Don't accept apps with AI in them either.
Anyways, TylerMcGee, I am saddened that I have to revoke your Accepted status until that is fixed.
Anyways, a note to all of you.
No firearms, NO armor, NO advanced technology, and CERTAINLY, no knowledge of factions that were originally secluded unless you have a very good reason to, upon entry into San Francisco!
Anyways, in the light of several apps have OP technology, or an extreme bias to it disgusts me. I'll be going over these apps again to ensure maximum quality.
OOC:
IGN: Lil_Parker
Age: 14
Time you can dedicate: Anywhere from 10 to 20 hours a week
Why us?: Because I played on SoOF and I’m coding plugins for the server.
Define Role-Playing in your words (See front page for examples): Role-playing is the act of acting as another person
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Meta-gaming is the act of using OOC (Out of character) information in character EG: You hear over the OOC channel that a fight is going down in some part of the city. You immediately head there despite the fact that your character would have had no knowledge of the event.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Forcing actions on to another player or not allowing them to respond to your actions.
Did you join our website?: Yes
IC:
Name: Asher Parker
Nickname (Optional): N/A
Age: 14
Gender: Male
Appearance: Asher is Caucasian with brown eyes and brown hair. He wears a somewhat tattered green tank top, and some tattered blue jeans. On his left hip, the Pip Boy case containing DI-74 is attached. He also has a backpack full of parts and his few belongings.
Personality:
Asher:
Asher is quiet and keeps to himself. He doesn’t like other people, because they are unpredictable. He often tries to get people to pity him to get what he wants (usually parts for his inventions). His only “friend” is the AI DI-74. Due to his traumatizing childhood he sometimes has emotional breakdowns when dealing with events or people that remind him of his father. He also hates the NCR and blames them for the death of his father, even though his father’s death was completely his father’s fault.
DI-74:
DI-74 hates humans because he thinks they are useless, easy to kill “meatbags”. The only exception to this opinion is the “master” who believes would be better as a robot, and deserves better than being a human. Most of the time he will make sarcastic comments about the usefulness of other meatbags, reminisce about when he had a body and was able to do things besides talk, and try to keep his master from going insane.
In-game RP example (Include dialog):
*Asher is plugging in wires and things and muttering to himself*
Asher: A wire there… and that… and…
DI-74: Systems check: Hardware not found: Would you like to: boot in safe mode, boot in safe mode with networking, or boot normally?
Asher: Boot normally?
DI-74: Warning: Hardware not found. Warning: Maintenance 34 years, 2 months, and 14 days overdue.
Information: Memory core initialized. Warning; Memory corruption or tampering detected. Some memories may not be available. Information: Speech processor initialized. Information: Sensory information processor initialized. Information: Personality core initialized. Information: New master detected.
DI-74: Courtesy: Why hello master! How are you today?
Asher: ….Who are you?
DI-74: Informatory: I am DI-74, automated attack robot. My sensors tell me it has been approximately 34 years, 4 months, and 7 days since I was last awake. Would you like more information?
Asher: Yes…?
DI-74: Informatory: I will attempt to bring up my last known audio log now…
Playback: DI-74: Angry statement: You incompetent meatbags are destroying my circuitry!
Salvager 1: That’s the plan you annoying heap of junk.
DI-74: Informatory: I feel compelled to inform you that I am worth much more intact than broken down into my individual parts.
Salvager 2: Nobody would buy you together. Too annoying to sell…
DI-74: Annoyed statement: I am an expertly crafted combat robot. You have no idea what you are doing.
Salvager 1: I have a perfect idea what I’m doing. I’m yanking this thing out of you.
DI-74: Informatory: Removing that part will cause massi… System failure imminent. Shutting down.
DI-74: Playback end. Informatory: I feel a need to inform you that this may not be the last time I have been awake due to the damage to my memory core that I seem to have sustained in the time between that playback and now. Request: If you are satisfied with this amount of information I would request that you find me a body and a competent meatbag to install me into it.
Asher: I can’t afford any of that… I could try to upgrade you myself though.
DI-74: Informatory: My sensors indicate that your age is quite low, and you may not be suited to the job of repairing such an advanced robot such as myself.
Asher: No, I can do it, if I can find the parts.
DI-74: Informatory: If you think you can repair me, go ahead, but I request that you proceed with the utmost care, master.
Asher: Wait… am I your master now?
DI-74: My programming states that my master is the first meatba- I mean human that I interact with if I cannot remember my last master, and it would appear that I cannot.
Asher: I’m going to shut you down now and do some work then.
DI-74: Request: Proceed with the utmost care master. I am very expen…
*Asher hits the shutdown button the AI*
DI-74: Shutting down.
Background (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs):
Asher was born to two NCR citizens in the town of New California Republic (formerly Shady Sands). As fortune would have it, his mother perished due to birth complications, leaving Asher's father, Jonathan Parker to raise him alone. Jonathan was a trader who owned a stall in the bazaar of NCR. The stall also served as an impromptu home for the two. Life was good, but it could have been better. Business was not terrible, but it wasn’t great either. When Asher was only three years old, his father discovered him tinkering around with some spare parts that he had found. Ever since, his father gave him whatever spare parts he could afford, or any that he could find. These mostly consisted of things that he had traded for that weren’t really worth much and he could afford to spare. Due to his obsession with mechanics, Asher never really talked with other people much. The exception was always his father who Asher loved more than anything because he was the only person who cared for him.
Then, tragedy struck, as it tends to in the wasteland, and Jonathan’s business was no longer profitable. Asher never understood why his father’s business failed. When Asher was eight, his father left to join the NCR army, as it was the only way he could make money. Asher was alone for most of his time now. As opposed to going out and making friends with new kids like most his age would do, Asher just became more secluded. He rarely went out to talk or interact with other people and even then it was only to get (either by theft or guilt) new parts for him to tinker with. Due to the origins of NCR, there were plenty of unused mechanical parts lying around that nobody would miss if they happened to disappear. Asher’s father came home once in a while, bringing Asher anything interesting he had found during his service in Nevada. One of the things that Asher’s father brought home was of particular interest to Asher despite his father not really understanding its significance. It was the AI core of a robot that identified itself as DI-74. Despite its peculiar hatred of humans, Asher and the AI became friends. This relationship only intensified Asher’s seclusion, and he also came to dislike humans as a result. DI-74 came to like his new master because he was unlike the other humans he had dealt with, and considered his master far superior to the average human- for better or for worse.
As if Asher’s life wasn’t messed up enough, tragedy once again befell Asher. During an engagement with Caesar’s Legion, his father threw himself on a grenade to save his squad mates. Asher was only thirteen at the time. He blamed his father’s death on the NCR and decided to leave his home town. He found an old empty Pip Boy shell, and used it as a sort of case for DI-74. He packed up his few belongings and, hearing of the prospect of advanced technologies in San Francisco, decided to head there in hopes of finding more friends like DI-74.
Powers up vault boy 3000
No Advanced Technology prior to the arrival to San Francisco. Meaning your AI.
- Do NOT accept people with armor! You do not know how much trouble this causes in the launch stages.
-Don't accept apps with AI in them either.
Anyways, TylerMcGee, I am saddened that I have to revoke your Accepted status until that is fixed.
Anyways, a note to all of you.
No firearms, NO armor, NO advanced technology, and CERTAINLY, no knowledge of factions that were originally secluded unless you have a very good reason to, upon entry into San Francisco!
Anyways, in the light of several apps have OP technology, or an extreme bias to it disgusts me. I'll be going over these apps again to ensure maximum quality.
(Expect problems with the app,I'm writing this notification at 3:45 AM, so cut me a sliver of slack.) OOC:
IGN:Bigstealth
Age:15
Time you can dedicate:It differs, over the summer I can be flexible but I have to balance time here with raiding in WoW Why us?:A lot of friends have been talking about and applying to this server so I figured I would try this place out as well. Define Role-Playing in your words:Role Playing is like acting except unscripted and of course you choose and make the part.Basically You create a character and develop that character in a fictional world by interacting with other role play characters.
Define Meta-gaming in your words:Meta Gaming is using out of character information (Information you know in real life), in character. For example, You're a bounty hunter who hasn't been to town in a few weeks so you haven't been caught up with the latest bounties available.Though over global chat you saw FakeIGN420 talking about how his character was wanted for murder. You've never met FakeIGN420's cliche character but you come across him in the wastes. He seems like a nice guy without even talking to him but you (not your character) knows his true intentions so on the spot you go all Clint Eastwood on his ass and pop him full of 6 .44 full velocity presents. You, not your character ever knew him or his intentions, or even seen the bounty board in town of which you could've given your character the incentive to hunt him (or know about him). That sir, is metagaming.
Define Power-gaming in your words:Power-gaming is your little brother, he sucks at the game so he makes up ridiculous things in order be victorious.In short overpowering a character without the ability to even do so, in character. For example,After a long day of bounty hunting, you need a drink. So you walk into the local bar tap the counter and order a shot of whiskey to proceed to swig it down like a cliche badass. After you order your second shot to drown the sadness resulting from all the lives you've ended and the things you've seen from your bounty hunting career....haha , no you're sad because XxActuallyAGuyxX's character dumped your's. Mid way through your depressed drinking session you hear the door slam open the close so you turn to it to see what looks a Super Mutant. He's a hot headed who takes the stool next to your's. He bugs you a little bit like a cliche high school bully and within 2 drunk minutes you become belligerent. You find words in your brain to muster up then spit them at the super mutant. You each proceed to do taunt each other until you become angry. You then proceed to punch him in the stomach and knock the 7'2 mutant out with a single drunken punch that breaks the counter,stool and maybe the mutant's skull. Being that you're a 5'10 skinny guy with daddy problems there is no way this could be in anyway realistic and regardless you should’ve attempted to punch him instead of throwing away the dice and making the punch certain without any chance of dodging,countering or blocking from the other player . That, is power-gaming.
IC:
Name:Yuri Proniniski
Nickname:N/A
Age:35
Gender:Male
Appearance:This pale Russian stands at five feet and ten inches. He is a fair bit muscular as well with a head of black hair as well as a beard. For clothing he wears a dark grey jacket with a thin pre war Soviet riot vest underneath (similar to perhaps an NCR Ranger, but more lightweight and weaker providing no protection from firearms.). Along with that he has a pair of black gloves,grey pants and a pair of old black military boots.
Personality:This foreign fellow is a bit off in a few ways, not only counting his PTSD but even before he was diagnosed by a shady Russian doctor he has never been, 'normal' by unreliable Post Apocalyptic standards.With his Russian ethnicity already counting against him along with PTSD (a disease rare in a post apocalyptic world) He can't act properly around his American counterparts which makes it difficult for him to operate in this society which results in him searching for isolation and solitude.
In-game RP example: Click! The three hundred year old rifle sounded as it failed to fire. "!"
"What, Tavarish?!"
"This ing gun won't fire!", The Russian soldier said after doing his best to conduct field maintenance on the Mosin Nagant before placing it back on top of the muddy trench pointing at a swarm of raiders. The Russian soldiers were evacuating, there was nothing for them here. Vladivostok was plagued with mutants,ghouls and a corrupt raider 'government'. A small group had prepared a small ship from an untouched dry dock to leave. It was being prepared to depart, leaving a small defense force to charge any wishing to take the boat for themselves to stop them from leaving or taking it for their own purposes. A hail of bullets were exchanged from both sides resulting in Russians falling into the muddy ground. The ones defending their maiden voyage to the east heard words yelled from behind the trench which payed off their struggle to defend.
"We're ready let's leave, comrades!", was yelled from the small ship as if calling a dog for a slab of meat. Out from the trenches came the defenders for their salvation. Many defenders dropped to the ground on their retreat but the rest seemed to get the luck of the draw resulting in their way out.
Background:
Before the Great War the Soviet Union constructed bunkers to protect government personnel and their families from any cataclysmic event. The proletariat had to be resourceful enough to escape the horrors of the great war, and just like the rest of the world their salvation was underground. Metros connected most Russian cities underground and some even to government bunkers. These metro tunnels hid the Russian people from the apocalypse that rained atomic fire on the world leaving no one unmarked from the pain of the great war. Underground the metros became thriving societies as well as safe havens from the unknown horrors of the post war communist nation.
Yuri was born in the metro below what once was Vladivostok. The early years of his life were spent like any other Metro-dweller until a horde of mutated monsters swarmed in to the metro leaving few alive. Yuri and his family were luckily able to escape alive only to face the ruined city above. It was filled with raiders and criminals along with all others of the likes. With his Mosin Nagant Yuri learned to survive with some help from a small militia based in the city of which he joined up with to keep threats away from what little they owned. Within many years it became too hostile and volatile. The corrupt bandit excuse for a government was in ruins and it was beginning to seem like there was no hope left in the motherland and with rumors of opportunities elsewhere the Militia decided it was best to abandon their home. Within military a dry dock they discovered a size able boat in pristine condition capable of traveling a great distance. It took months to prepare the voyage until it was finally ready to leave the docks. Word got to the makeshift government which drove them to commence an assault on the Militia. In a battle that lasted over three days the militia forces prevailed barely (and by prevailed they basically retreated without all of them dying.) and the boat set off to sea. The boat sailed for months and over the journey Yuri was taught english by the descendant of a Soviet-American consulate in order to prepare themselves for the possibility of the ship's destination lying in America.
After 11 months the ship wrecked close to the California coast only leaving four survivors, Yuri being one of them. He found his boots planted in the beaches of California now ready to start a new life in this brave new world.
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Fixed Fixed OOC: IGN: tylermcgee Age: 15 Time you can dedicate: I can dedicate a good amount of time weekly, although there could be days where I dont show up, there will still be the others where I have the time to get some good role playing in. Why us?: Quite a rhetorical question- Why wouldn't I? For not only some of the best role playing there is now a-days, but also to follow along with all my friends from SoOF. Define Role-Playing in your words: Role playing is stepping into a character, and acting as he/ she would. It is both literature, and acting. Define Meta-gaming in your words: Meta gaming is using knowledge your character doesn't know in your role playing. say, someone states there location out of character, and you go there in character, that would be metagaming. Define Power-gaming in your words: Powergaming.. Powergaming is actually two things.Not only is it forcing an action upon another, without giving them a chance at a reaction, but it is also doing things that are not in your characters capabilities. such as either not attempting an action, quite literally picking up a building with your big toe. Did you join our website?: I did indeed.
IC: Name: Don Carters Nickname:<none> Age: 32 (birthday is on the 31 of August, 2248) Gender: male Appearance: His lower body, he wears black shoes, along with light brown jeans and a leather belt with a iron buckle. His torso, he wears a beige T-shirt under a olive green jacket. Two adjacent straps are cast over his shoulders, and across his chest and back. Each hold an empty pistol holster to his hips. He has a pointed chin, along with green eyes. He has short, dark brown facial hair on his chin, and along the sides of his face. He has thick eyebrows, and short black hair. http://i.imgur.com/5vQB3wQ.jpg (this picture, except with a T-shirt instead of a turtle neck, and without the plate on his left sholder) Personality: He is quite prideful, trusting in his own prowess on almost every occasion. He knows when its time to fold, or all in (being both a tactical, but also quite literal metaphor). He isn't one to show his own emotions, or gossip or judge others on the spot. He believes that giving someone a chance at surviving, but besting them is not murder, merely survival of the fittest. No regard for those he doesn't like's lives, but those he does, he will usually keep there safety close in mind. He is one to punch first, ask question later. In-game RP example: <Scene>a warn-down post war, abandoned shanty town made of scraps, car parts, and whatever one could find in the wasteland. No fences surrounding it, merely scatters shacks in no certain order. Dead shrubs are occasionally found on the ground, along with empty bullet cases. within most of the shacks, there is a makeshift bed, and some sort of storage unit- either a foot locker, or junk that can be used to store things. Obviously a poor town to live in.
*he cautiously enters the shanty town from the north, treading lightly with a .45 pistol held firmly by his right hand. Eyes remain visualant for any movement*
*After just a few minutes of cautious walking, he finds himself not alone in this ghost town- for another had the same idea. A male ghoul, in fit condition, emerges from the inside of one of the shanty shacks* *They both exchange quick glares before the ghoul reaches for his 10mm pistol he keeps in his belt.
*By the time he can take aim at Don, Don had already pulled the trigger to a quickly aimed shot.
*The bullet was poorly aimed, however. missing the head of the ghoul by not much. This, giving the ghoul his chance, he pulls the trigger panicky*
*The shot landing Don in the shoulder- resulting in a stagger back as he re-aims for the ghoul*
*The ghoul quickly dives behind the same shack, using it as cover*
*Now with both of there angle of vision blocked, Don takes this chance to get to cover behind a different shack not far from the ghouls. With his shot arm, his body is slightly shaky to the pain. Resulting in his aim to be off*
*They exchange gunfire. Both taking a few hits*
*The ghoul does not want to die today, but neither does Don. He finally shouts out, trying to end this conflict* {Don} Dumba*s! Hold your fire, and I'll hold mine!.
*the ghoul then responds hesitantly, speaking in his raspy, decayed voice* {ghoul} ...I Kill you! Hear me! this town is mine! *with the anger in his voice, provoked by the pain of multiple non-fatal gunshot wounds.
*Don quickly moves from around the corner of the shack he was covered behind. Slowly moving towards the ghoul as he keeps his aim to where the ghoul was covered behind. His other hand clasping his bleeding shoulder tightly, face muscles flinching occasionally to the pain.
*The ghoul then makes a risky move, and turns the corner sharply*
*As he takes aim at Don; Don fires his already aimed shot*
*Pining the ghoul in the right eye, sending him backwards, limp and dead*
*With this, Don spits on the ground in the corpse's direction as it's blood begins to slowly flow out- creating a scarlet puddle in the dirt. He lowers his pistol slowly. Speaking lowly, pained* {Don} ..f*cker Background: Don was born into a poor family, having a single brother two years older than him, and young parents in a unstable relationship. His father was a guard to this town- its location being Orange county, California. Just a few miles out from LA. His mother was a merchant and a prospector, selling to drifters passing through the town, or those who lived in the town. As he was raised, he would receive little attention, having an older brother who bested him in everything. When he reached the age of 11, he decided he wont be living in his brothers shadow any longer, and challenged him to a fight. Being two years younger, he lost this fight to his brother. His anger toward him only growing. He began spending most of his time with a friend of his fathers, a fellow guard. With him, he began to get the attention every boy wants. Learning how to take apart, and re-assemble small firearms, as well as shoot. His brother saw him moving towards the path of guns, and decided he will best him once again. A few months of Don practicing hard on improving his aim passed by, however, no match for his older brother. With his anger growing by the day towards his older brother, he decided to try another thing, prospecting. By now, he was 14, having a healthy build. He joined his mother as she went out, oftentimes into the ruin's of LA. His brother, once again, saw him working towards a new skill, and joined in as well. After a few trips into the ruins of LA, Don finally snapped. As there mother was looting in a room across the hall, Don and his brother were in a bedroom of a apartment building- Don suddenly pulled his pistol on his older brother. As he slowly moved towards him, shouting at how his entire life he just wanted to finally be better then him at him at something, his brother meets an open window. Nearly falling to his death, but catching the ledge. As he hung there, screaming for help, Don watched his brother hang on for his life. Then firing a round into his brothers hand- causing his hold to break, and plummet six stories to his death. His mother quickly rushed to the scene at the sound of yelling, only arriving in time to find Don standing at the window quietly as he gazed down at the corpse. Pistol remaining in hand. After this, he was outcasted by his parents. They feared him. They didn't want him. So with this, he decided he was done with them. Done with that town. He left with a trading caravan one day, heading north, towards Bakersfield. without a goodbye to his parents, he started a new life. He found nothing of interest in Bakersfield, and continued on. Making a decision to stay with the caravan, and work as a guard. With that, he traveled around quite a bit. The Mojave desert, the ruins of San Diego, Fresno, and so on. By the age of 22, he decided it was time he left the caravan. Drifting solo from here on out. Making due with what he had. Some time passed before he decided to head back to his home town- Although choosing to not enter the town. Instead, he went back into the ruins of LA. There, he found where his brother had fallen from the apartment. He did not regret his decision. without a single tear shed, nor a second though on if he shouldn't have, he left the ruins of LA. Going back to his life as a drifter, living off the scraps he could find. A few years of this passed before he was ready to move on to bigger and better things- He then began heading north west. Following the coast. Eventually finding himself in the outskirts of the irradiated runes of San Jose. It reminded him too much of LA, and he continued to wander. Breaking away from the cost, and moving more inland- to Sacramento. It was there he tried to settle down. He got himself a job as a prospector. Selling whatever he could for food and caps. 1 year of this passed before he found himself in the casinos that Sacramento homed. With his history of gambling, from both his trips to New Vegas, but also the occasional game of caravan he played, he decided to take a chance at a blackjack table. He managed himself a large sum of caps, although he did not win fairly. He wanted more, he decided on playing one more game. This time, people were getting suspicious. He was watched closely, getting caught cheating. It was then he was stripped of all firearms and caps, then forced out of the city. With nothing, he didn't know if it was time to lie down and die, or move to the closest shot at a new start. He looked west for salvation. Joining up with a trading caravan that was making there way to San Francisco.
(Expect problems with the app,I'm writing this notification at 3:45 AM, so cut me a sliver of slack.) OOC:
IGN:Bigstealth
Age:15
Time you can dedicate:It differs, over the summer I can be flexible but I have to balance time here with raiding in WoW Why us?:A lot of friends have been talking about and applying to this server so I figured I would try this place out as well. Define Role-Playing in your words:Role Playing is like acting except unscripted and of course you choose and make the part.Basically You create a character and develop that character in a fictional world by interacting with other role play characters.
Define Meta-gaming in your words:Meta Gaming is using out of character information (Information you know in real life), in character. For example, You're a bounty hunter who hasn't been to town in a few weeks so you haven't been caught up with the latest bounties available.Though over global chat you saw FakeIGN420 talking about how his character was wanted for murder. You've never met FakeIGN420's cliche character but you come across him in the wastes. He seems like a nice guy without even talking to him but you (not your character) knows his true intentions so on the spot you go all Clint Eastwood on his ass and pop him full of 6 .44 full velocity presents. You, not your character ever knew him or his intentions, or even seen the bounty board in town of which you could've given your character the incentive to hunt him (or know about him). That sir, is metagaming.
Define Power-gaming in your words:Power-gaming is your little brother, he sucks at the game so he makes up ridiculous things in order be victorious.In short overpowering a character without the ability to even do so, in character. For example,After a long day of bounty hunting, you need a drink. So you walk into the local bar tap the counter and order a shot of whiskey to proceed to swig it down like a cliche badass. After you order your second shot to drown the sadness resulting from all the lives you've ended and the things you've seen from your bounty hunting career....haha , no you're sad because XxActuallyAGuyxX's character dumped your's. Mid way through your depressed drinking session you hear the door slam open the close so you turn to it to see what looks a Super Mutant. He's a hot headed who takes the stool next to your's. He bugs you a little bit like a cliche high school bully and within 2 drunk minutes you become belligerent. You find words in your brain to muster up then spit them at the super mutant. You each proceed to do taunt each other until you become angry. You then proceed to punch him in the stomach and knock the 7'2 mutant out with a single drunken punch that breaks the counter,stool and maybe the mutant's skull. Being that you're a 5'10 skinny guy with daddy problems there is no way this could be in anyway realistic and regardless you should’ve attempted to punch him instead of throwing away the dice and making the punch certain without any chance of dodging,countering or blocking from the other player . That, is power-gaming.
IC:
Name:Yuri Proniniski
Nickname:N/A
Age:35
Gender:Male
Appearance:This pale Russian stands at five feet and ten inches. He is a fair bit muscular as well with a head of black hair as well as a beard. For clothing he wears a dark grey jacket with a thin pre war Soviet riot vest underneath (similar to perhaps an NCR Ranger, but more lightweight and weaker providing no protection from firearms.). Along with that he has a pair of black gloves,grey pants and a pair of old black military boots.
Personality:This foreign fellow is a bit off in a few ways, not only counting his PTSD but even before he was diagnosed by a shady Russian doctor he has never been, 'normal' by unreliable Post Apocalyptic standards.With his Russian ethnicity already counting against him along with PTSD (a disease rare in a post apocalyptic world) He can't act properly around his American counterparts which makes it difficult for him to operate in this society which results in him searching for isolation and solitude.
In-game RP example: Click! The three hundred year old rifle sounded as it failed to fire. "!"
"What, Tavarish?!"
"This ing gun won't fire!", The Russian soldier said after doing his best to conduct field maintenance on the Mosin Nagant before placing it back on top of the muddy trench pointing at a swarm of raiders. The Russian soldiers were evacuating, there was nothing for them here. Vladivostok was plagued with mutants,ghouls and a corrupt raider 'government'. A small group had prepared a small ship from an untouched dry dock to leave. It was being prepared to depart, leaving a small defense force to charge any wishing to take the boat for themselves to stop them from leaving or taking it for their own purposes. A hail of bullets were exchanged from both sides resulting in Russians falling into the muddy ground. The ones defending their maiden voyage to the east heard words yelled from behind the trench which payed off their struggle to defend.
"We're ready let's leave, comrades!", was yelled from the small ship as if calling a dog for a slab of meat. Out from the trenches came the defenders for their salvation. Many defenders dropped to the ground on their retreat but the rest seemed to get the luck of the draw resulting in their way out.
Background:
Before the Great War the Soviet Union constructed bunkers to protect government personnel and their families from any cataclysmic event. The proletariat had to be resourceful enough to escape the horrors of the great war, and just like the rest of the world their salvation was underground. Metros connected most Russian cities underground and some even to government bunkers. These metro tunnels hid the Russian people from the apocalypse that rained atomic fire on the world leaving no one unmarked from the pain of the great war. Underground the metros became thriving societies as well as safe havens from the unknown horrors of the post war communist nation.
Yuri was born in the metro below what once was Vladivostok. The early years of his life were spent like any other Metro-dweller until a horde of mutated monsters swarmed in to the metro leaving few alive. Yuri and his family were luckily able to escape alive only to face the ruined city above. It was filled with raiders and criminals along with all others of the likes. With his Mosin Nagant Yuri learned to survive with some help from a small militia based in the city of which he joined up with to keep threats away from what little they owned. Within many years it became too hostile and volatile. The corrupt bandit excuse for a government was in ruins and it was beginning to seem like there was no hope left in the motherland and with rumors of opportunities elsewhere the Militia decided it was best to abandon their home. Within military a dry dock they discovered a size able boat in pristine condition capable of traveling a great distance. It took months to prepare the voyage until it was finally ready to leave the docks. Word got to the makeshift government which drove them to commence an assault on the Militia. In a battle that lasted over three days the militia forces prevailed barely (and by prevailed they basically retreated without all of them dying.) and the boat set off to sea. The boat sailed for months and over the journey Yuri was taught english by the descendant of a Soviet-American consulate in order to prepare themselves for the possibility of the ship's destination lying in America.
After 11 months the ship wrecked close to the California coast only leaving four survivors, Yuri being one of them. He found his boots planted in the beaches of California now ready to start a new life in this brave new world.
-Read the rules, you’re missing something. -Your definition of powergaming is a bit off. -In your appearance, armor is not allowed. I understand that the riot vest offers no protection from fire arms but does it offer protection from things like fists or nailboards? -In your personality, what do you mean by, “Can’t act properly?” -For your RP example, please put it in a more minecraft/roleplay setting rather than a storytelling format. This is meant to show us your capabilities as a RPer. -How did the metro become overrun by mutants? -You’re not allowed to enter the server with weapons -How did the ship have enough food and water for 11 months of voyage? Did anything important happen on the boat besides learning english? -Where in California did they wreck? North or South?
Until all of these are fixed, for now, I have to say you are
-Read the rules, you’re missing something. -Your definition of powergaming is a bit off. -In your appearance, armor is not allowed. I understand that the riot vest offers no protection from fire arms but does it offer protection from things like fists or nailboards? -In your personality, what do you mean by, “Can’t act properly?” -For your RP example, please put it in a more minecraft/roleplay setting rather than a storytelling format. This is meant to show us your capabilities as a RPer. -How did the metro become overrun by mutants? -You’re not allowed to enter the server with weapons -How did the ship have enough food and water for 11 months of voyage? Did anything important happen on the boat besides learning english? -Where in California did they wreck? North or South?
I'll do what I can to correct these from here before redoing everything.
-Oh I see one of those little "Put this in this section of the app" things? (Power Up Vaultboy 3000) and they're called PipBoys, sir
-PM me where I messed up.
-Yeah yeah yeah fine.
-Fair enough I'll tweak that but mainly just a cultural barrier between him and American wastelanders but also the mental disease he has.
-This feels like something to add to my list of ups to make you look better, RP is story telling not just acting.
-To stop at a wall, unknown. With a series of Metro systems connecting each cities it's not impossible that they could've entered through a broken entry hatch in another city or even Vladivostok
-Never mentioned he had a weapon at all, if you want an explanation it was lost with the ship
-Besides tedious and constant maintenance,no so that felt like a waste of thought to throw in.
-South but honestly it's almost implied that he wrecked near San Francisco.
And honestly as a former admin of three Fallout servers, this is ridiculous (If you need proof PM Dualmittens and TmynameisT)
I'll do what I can to correct these from here before redoing everything.
-Oh I see one of those little "Put this in this section of the app" things? (Power Up Vaultboy 3000) and they're called PipBoys, sir
-PM me where I messed up.
-Yeah yeah yeah fine.
-Fair enough I'll tweak that but mainly just a cultural barrier between him and American wastelanders but also the mental disease he has.
-This feels like something to add to my list of ups to make you look better, RP is story telling not just acting.
-To stop at a wall, unknown. With a series of Metro systems connecting each cities it's not impossible that they could've entered through a broken entry hatch in another city or even Vladivostok
-Never mentioned he had a weapon at all, if you want an explanation it was lost with the ship
-Besides tedious and constant maintenance,no so that felt like a waste of thought to throw in.
-South but honestly it's almost implied that he wrecked near San Francisco.
And honestly as a former admin of three Fallout servers, this is ridiculous (If you need proof PM Dualmittens and TmynameisT)
-I know they're PipBoys. I didn't write the rules
-The reason why we prefer the RP example in the minecraft setting is because, although RP does include storytelling, we'd like to know how you would act with other players. The opening scene to set up the scenario would be better in storytelling but the dialogue and actions would be better, for us, in a more turn based setting. (I don't know if I'm explaining it correctly) It's not meant as an arbitrary measure
-San Francisco is in northern California.
-I know they're PipBoys. I didn't write the rules -The reason why we prefer the RP example in the minecraft setting is because, although RP does include storytelling, we'd like to know how you would act with other players. The opening scene to set up the scenario would be better in storytelling but the dialogue and actions would be better, for us, in a more turn based setting. (I don't know if I'm explaining it correctly) It's not meant as an arbitrary measure -San Francisco is in northern California.
-Mmk
-I know how minecraft RP and RP combat works it's just easier to present it in a story also there is dialogue in the example making your point, partly irrelevant.
-I was thinking San Diego, I apologize.
Honestly though the quality of this server is not a fair trade off for the amount of time you're making people put into tedious,pointless problems with their app.
-Mmk
-I know how minecraft RP and RP combat works it's just easier to present it in a story also there is dialogue in the example making your point, partly irrelevant.
-I was thinking San Diego, I apologize.
Honestly though the quality of this server is not a fair trade off for the amount of time you're making people put into tedious,pointless problems with their app.
All I look for is that the definitions are good, no inconsistancies (which can cause problems for moderators down the line), and that the rules are read. I try to be leaniant, but I can see your point and I'll work harder to make the quality better in the future.
Fixed Fixed OOC: IGN: tylermcgee Age: 15 Time you can dedicate: I can dedicate a good amount of time weekly, although there could be days where I dont show up, there will still be the others where I have the time to get some good role playing in. Why us?: Quite a rhetorical question- Why wouldn't I? For not only some of the best role playing there is now a-days, but also to follow along with all my friends from SoOF. Define Role-Playing in your words: Role playing is stepping into a character, and acting as he/ she would. It is both literature, and acting. Define Meta-gaming in your words: Meta gaming is using knowledge your character doesn't know in your role playing. say, someone states there location out of character, and you go there in character, that would be metagaming. Define Power-gaming in your words: Powergaming.. Powergaming is actually two things.Not only is it forcing an action upon another, without giving them a chance at a reaction, but it is also doing things that are not in your characters capabilities. such as either not attempting an action, quite literally picking up a building with your big toe. Did you join our website?: I did indeed.
IC: Name: Don Carters Nickname:<none> Age: 32 (birthday is on the 31 of August, 2248) Gender: male Appearance: His lower body, he wears black shoes, along with light brown jeans and a leather belt with a iron buckle. His torso, he wears a beige T-shirt under a olive green jacket. Two adjacent straps are cast over his shoulders, and across his chest and back. Each hold an empty pistol holster to his hips. He has a pointed chin, along with green eyes. He has short, dark brown facial hair on his chin, and along the sides of his face. He has thick eyebrows, and short black hair. http://i.imgur.com/5vQB3wQ.jpg (this picture, except with a T-shirt instead of a turtle neck, and without the plate on his left sholder) Personality: He is quite prideful, trusting in his own prowess on almost every occasion. He knows when its time to fold, or all in (being both a tactical, but also quite literal metaphor). He isn't one to show his own emotions, or gossip or judge others on the spot. He believes that giving someone a chance at surviving, but besting them is not murder, merely survival of the fittest. No regard for those he doesn't like's lives, but those he does, he will usually keep there safety close in mind. He is one to punch first, ask question later. In-game RP example: <Scene>a warn-down post war, abandoned shanty town made of scraps, car parts, and whatever one could find in the wasteland. No fences surrounding it, merely scatters shacks in no certain order. Dead shrubs are occasionally found on the ground, along with empty bullet cases. within most of the shacks, there is a makeshift bed, and some sort of storage unit- either a foot locker, or junk that can be used to store things. Obviously a poor town to live in.
*he cautiously enters the shanty town from the north, treading lightly with a .45 pistol held firmly by his right hand. Eyes remain visualant for any movement*
*After just a few minutes of cautious walking, he finds himself not alone in this ghost town- for another had the same idea. A male ghoul, in fit condition, emerges from the inside of one of the shanty shacks* *They both exchange quick glares before the ghoul reaches for his 10mm pistol he keeps in his belt.
*By the time he can take aim at Don, Don had already pulled the trigger to a quickly aimed shot.
*The bullet was poorly aimed, however. missing the head of the ghoul by not much. This, giving the ghoul his chance, he pulls the trigger panicky*
*The shot landing Don in the shoulder- resulting in a stagger back as he re-aims for the ghoul*
*The ghoul quickly dives behind the same shack, using it as cover*
*Now with both of there angle of vision blocked, Don takes this chance to get to cover behind a different shack not far from the ghouls. With his shot arm, his body is slightly shaky to the pain. Resulting in his aim to be off*
*They exchange gunfire. Both taking a few hits*
*The ghoul does not want to die today, but neither does Don. He finally shouts out, trying to end this conflict* {Don} Dumba*s! Hold your fire, and I'll hold mine!.
*the ghoul then responds hesitantly, speaking in his raspy, decayed voice* {ghoul} ...I Kill you! Hear me! this town is mine! *with the anger in his voice, provoked by the pain of multiple non-fatal gunshot wounds.
*Don quickly moves from around the corner of the shack he was covered behind. Slowly moving towards the ghoul as he keeps his aim to where the ghoul was covered behind. His other hand clasping his bleeding shoulder tightly, face muscles flinching occasionally to the pain.
*The ghoul then makes a risky move, and turns the corner sharply*
*As he takes aim at Don; Don fires his already aimed shot*
*Pining the ghoul in the right eye, sending him backwards, limp and dead*
*With this, Don spits on the ground in the corpse's direction as it's blood begins to slowly flow out- creating a scarlet puddle in the dirt. He lowers his pistol slowly. Speaking lowly, pained* {Don} ..f*cker Background: Don was born into a poor family, having a single brother two years older than him, and young parents in a unstable relationship. His father was a guard to this town- its location being Orange county, California. Just a few miles out from LA. His mother was a merchant and a prospector, selling to drifters passing through the town, or those who lived in the town. As he was raised, he would receive little attention, having an older brother who bested him in everything. When he reached the age of 11, he decided he wont be living in his brothers shadow any longer, and challenged him to a fight. Being two years younger, he lost this fight to his brother. His anger toward him only growing. He began spending most of his time with a friend of his fathers, a fellow guard. With him, he began to get the attention every boy wants. Learning how to take apart, and re-assemble small firearms, as well as shoot. His brother saw him moving towards the path of guns, and decided he will best him once again. A few months of Don practicing hard on improving his aim passed by, however, no match for his older brother. With his anger growing by the day towards his older brother, he decided to try another thing, prospecting. By now, he was 14, having a healthy build. He joined his mother as she went out, oftentimes into the ruin's of LA. His brother, once again, saw him working towards a new skill, and joined in as well. After a few trips into the ruins of LA, Don finally snapped. As there mother was looting in a room across the hall, Don and his brother were in a bedroom of a apartment building- Don suddenly pulled his pistol on his older brother. As he slowly moved towards him, shouting at how his entire life he just wanted to finally be better then him at him at something, his brother meets an open window. Nearly falling to his death, but catching the ledge. As he hung there, screaming for help, Don watched his brother hang on for his life. Then firing a round into his brothers hand- causing his hold to break, and plummet six stories to his death. His mother quickly rushed to the scene at the sound of yelling, only arriving in time to find Don standing at the window quietly as he gazed down at the corpse. Pistol remaining in hand. After this, he was outcasted by his parents. They feared him. They didn't want him. So with this, he decided he was done with them. Done with that town. He left with a trading caravan one day, heading north, towards Bakersfield. without a goodbye to his parents, he started a new life. He found nothing of interest in Bakersfield, and continued on. Making a decision to stay with the caravan, and work as a guard. With that, he traveled around quite a bit. The Mojave desert, the ruins of San Diego, Fresno, and so on. By the age of 22, he decided it was time he left the caravan. Drifting solo from here on out. Making due with what he had. Some time passed before he decided to head back to his home town- Although choosing to not enter the town. Instead, he went back into the ruins of LA. There, he found where his brother had fallen from the apartment. He did not regret his decision. without a single tear shed, nor a second though on if he shouldn't have, he left the ruins of LA. Going back to his life as a drifter, living off the scraps he could find. A few years of this passed before he was ready to move on to bigger and better things- He then began heading north west. Following the coast. Eventually finding himself in the outskirts of the irradiated runes of San Jose. It reminded him too much of LA, and he continued to wander. Breaking away from the cost, and moving more inland- to Sacramento. It was there he tried to settle down. He got himself a job as a prospector. Selling whatever he could for food and caps. 1 year of this passed before he found himself in the casinos that Sacramento homed. With his history of gambling, from both his trips to New Vegas, but also the occasional game of caravan he played, he decided to take a chance at a blackjack table. He managed himself a large sum of caps, although he did not win fairly. He wanted more, he decided on playing one more game. This time, people were getting suspicious. He was watched closely, getting caught cheating. It was then he was stripped of all firearms and caps, then forced out of the city. With nothing, he didn't know if it was time to lie down and die, or move to the closest shot at a new start. He looked west for salvation. Joining up with a trading caravan that was making there way to San Francisco.
Power up vault boy 3000
Now that you have no armor or weapons I think it is safe to say you are
Time you can dedicate: Depends on family stuff, but for the summer mostly 2:00PM - 10:00PM
Why us?: Well, I enjoy Fallout a ton and I want to start RPing again.
Define Role-Playing in your words: Putting yourself in the shoes of a fictional character and acting out events as them.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Using outside knowledge (e.g. the forum or OOC chat) that your character wouldn't know to make decisions
Define Power-gaming in your words: Forcing actions upon other characters without their consent.
Did you join our website? Yes
IC:
Name: Daniel Wilson
Nickname: Dan
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Appearance: Deep blue eyes; Short, spiky, brown hair; Caucasian (slight tan); 5'10
Personality: Soft spoken, doesn't have the best manners. Will fight when he feels threatened.
In-game RP example: A bandit is resting by a road when Dan walks by with a makeshift bolt-action rifle.
The Bandit wakes up "Huh, wha-, wait! You there you have to pay a toll of, um, 200 caps!"
Dan continues walking saying "I don't don't have any caps."
"What?! Oh no you don't!" the bandit unsheathes a machete and charges Dan.
Dan whips around, rifle at the ready, and lifts up the stock to block an over-head smash by the bandit, he then pushes the bandit back and gets in a fighting stance.
"Now you're going to get it!" the bandit rushed forward and cut Dan in the thigh causing Dan to fire the rifle by reflex at point-lank range into the bandit's stomach.
The bandit screamed and fell to the ground in pain holding his stomach. Daniel looks around quickly and runs off.
Background: Daniel Wilson grew up as Alex Mitchel Jr in a small town a few miles north of Boneyard as an only child to Alex Mitchel, whom had been discharged from the NCR after being shot in the leg, and Addison Mitchel. The town was rather small, there was about 40 people living there but no ghouls. There wasn't a school, the children were taught how to survive in the wastes. When he was 15 he and his friend Ben Rudnick were assigned as hunters for there town and were given a hunting rifle each. Alex started becoming skilled in long range firearms and was pretty accurate and had a nice eye. One day Ben went up to Alex explained about a large gang that he got involved in that was based in Boneyard and the surrounding area, they were called the "Deathclaws". The Deathclaws were thugs and thieves that mugged citizens and held up shops for food and weapons, but they beginning to catch the eye of the NCR. Alex became more an honorary member and worked with them from time to time.
Years went by and nothing much happened until one day when Ben went up to him with a sinister grin saying come with him. Ben lead him to a room where there was a NCR Sergeant tied up on a chair. "Watch this," said Ben and started to beat the officer, whilst Alex stood there bewildered. After a while Ben turned to Alex and handed him a pistol saying "You can have the honors." Alex then did something that changed his life, he walked up to the Sergeant, the officer scowled at him. Something caught his eye the officer's leg was wounded, he remembered his father, in an instant Alex whipped around and shot Ben clean through the forehead in a rage. He untied the officer and ran out, he did not stop he ran until he was tried. Finally he sat down and thought what to do, he couldn't go back to the Deathclaws after what they did and what he did. The Deathclaws would hunt him down, probably, he got up started walking wondering what to do he walked by an old highway where there was a blown up car, next to it was a leather slip sort of thing with a card in it it said "DANIEL WILSON." Alex Mitchel Jr. was lost in the Wasteland, never to be seen again, but Daniel Wilson went to the NCR camp and enlisted as a sniper. A couple days later he saw the Sergeant again, but only with a slight nod. He saw him again next year when multiple units were heading east to a place called "Mohave" where the NCR was trying to secure the "Hoover Dam". Being stationed there was almost a nightmare, many people disliked the NCR. Tribes like the Great Khans and Fiends attacking NCR relentlessly, but most of Caesar's Legion on the other end of the Hoover Dam were the biggest threat to the NCR yet. To be told to guard the Hoover Dam was like being told to kill yourself. Dan felt fortunate the next year when he was stationed at a place named "San Francisco", but they were familiar dangers and brand new ones to the NCR there.
OOC:
IGN:Rangera93
Age:14
Time you can dedicate: Usually I check in a server and leave but most of the time i stay for at least an hour mostly
Why us?:Because it's the only fallout server available, also I was in akavir
Define Role-Playing in your words: Well the word "role-playing" kinda defines it already as in everyone has a role, a character to play as
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Using OOC knowledge to the advantage of the IC player
Define Power-gaming in your words: Forcing rp on someone, usually by combat where a player says that he immediately kills the other player. OR being a tsaesci
Did you join our website? I joined rp-craft a long time ago
IC:
Name:Isaac Carson
Nickname: (Optional) Carson
Gender:Male
Appearance:short to average height (5'9"),caucasian-tribal mix, wears a bandana and goggles around his face
Personality: Has selective mutism due to his strange surroundings(selective mutism means that when someone is in an uncomfortable environment, the choose not to speak) , Knowledge of latin due to his brief association with Caesar's Legion, not the best talker, doesn't like taking risks, efficient, expert improviser, trusts close friends only, lawful neutral, smart, rational, logical, shy
In-game RP example: (Include dialogue)
*Carson traveling around Nevada*
Donovan: So we're going to San Francisco.
C: ...
*They see a bighorner stampede coming at them*
D: I think we should...
C: Run?
*Donavan glares at Carson for finally speaking*
C:what?
D:you're talking
C: Really, you're paying much more attention to the fact that I am talking than the bighorners going right at us
D:yes, since this is the first time I ever seen you talk and we've been travelling for three days
C: Yeah well, we'll talk later now we should run.
D:Right
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs)
Carson was born and raised in the Nevada area by a follower of the apocalypse member and a tribal woman in a small camp. In 2277, Caesar's legion conquered the area but many of the population were killed, his father included. When the legion encountered Carson, he was fixing a protectron that was broken beyond hope. His conquerors saw his skill and took him as a slave soldier and engineer. His century by his ability to repair and sharpen his "comrades" when they are beyond repair. Rumor has it that Carson could sharpen a blade to be as sharp as the blade of the east itself, and one man happened to learn about the rumor and that man was the Legate Lanius himself. Lanius wanted to see if it was true and demanded that Carson sharpen his blade to cut a brahmin clean, when Carson denied the demand, he angered Lanius and was later punched in the mouth by the Legate and Carson was knocked in a 2 day coma. The day he recovered was the that he met a slave girl called Solara, although after his recovery he continued to talk to Solara except her mother had forbidden her to continue seeing Carson for the sole reason that he was part of the Caesar's Legion. They carelessly continued to talk to each other until a legionnaire spotted her and started beating her. Carson acted impulsively and shot the man, and he knew that they would crucify him.
Conveniently, they next day they were gonna raid a tribal village and that night when the rest of the raiding party had finished pillaging the village, Carson placed every flammable and explosive item in the legion camp of that area; when he was deserting he made an explosive javelin with simply dynamite, tape and a javelin which he threw at the camp causing mass confusion which was his window of opportunity to desert. After deserting, Carson slowly made his way to San Francisco and also cutting all ties he had to caesar's legion, hoping that Solara will get out of there as well
Thank you for fixing most of my corrections, I can now say, “Welcome to the city by the bay!”
IGN:Havoc3003
Age: 16
Time you can dedicate: 2-3 hours per day, given I have the time.
Why us?: Akavir was fun, and I was told I'm a good roleplayer, so I'm counting on trying to make this the best experience possible for everyone.
Define Role-Playing in your words: Role-Playing is in a sense, acting. You take the persona of something or someone and immerse yourself into that role, acting and talking like they would.
Define Meta-gaming in your words:Meta-gaimng is using knowledge one has not obtained IC to their advantage IC. An example would be, hearing the enemy's secret base location from somewhere on the forums, and going there IC to take it over.
Define Power-gaming in your words:Power-gaming is playing out any scenario unfairly and without other people's decisions. Like using the action , *Shoots wildly in the town, killing everyone instantly*, rather than *Attempts to shoot everyone in the town.*
Did you join our website? Of course.
IC:
Name: Matthias Brumfield
Nickname: (Optional)Matt.
Age: 31
Gender:Male
Appearance: 6'6"
Personality: Calm generally, but can be hot-headed if you push his buttons right. Kind, generous.
In-game RP example: (Include dialog)
Matthias is walking about the wreckage of a large army truck, when two scavengers approach him.
Scavenger 1: "E-Excuse me sir? Can we a-ask you something?" *looking up at him is a timid little girl
Matthias: "Of course, Little miss. What're you doing alone out here, though?"
Scavenger 2: *A large man in a hood approaches behind the girl* "She ain't alone."
Matthias: *He holds the 12 Gauge's stock on his back, not sure if they're hostile* "What's the problem?"
Scavenger 1: *She smiles oddly* "Can you tell us where the nearest town is?"
Matthias: *Slowly draws the gun out, pumping it once, noticing both the girl and man stopping wide-eyed in their tracks* "It's disgusting to think corruption like you is near the children of today. I'd recommend cleaning up, or I'll hunt you down myself if I hear anything bad coming from that town ya'll are headed to."
Scavenger 1: *Grabs the big man's hoodie's back*
Scavenger 2: *Looks down at her, sighing, then back to him, putting the bat down.* "You're probably right. I'm just in a bad spot... we need food and I...."
Matthias: *Points to the truck* "There's a couple things of boxed food in there, take 'em. And clean up." *Begins walking away, putting the 12 Gauge on his back again.*
Scavenger 1: "Bye...." *The girl watches Matthias disappear into the sunrise as her partner rummages through the truck slowly*
Background: Matthias never wanted to leave the Vault. He really didn't think it was safe or wise to. But where would he go anyways, they were all leaving him. Matthias didn't need them though, Vault 13 was plenty capable of sustaining him indefintiley, not to mention living with Intelligent Deathclaws is pretty safe. He had his friend, Sara Hawk, live with him there, growing to almost love her. That is, until she left one day, leaving no trace of why or where. Matthias thought of one place Sara would've liked to go to, San Francisco. They had heard a song of it on a holotape, and she adored it. He told the Alpha Male and Mother Deathclaw that they should go with him, but they insisted that other humans would come after the Enclave began slaughtering the outside villages. He asked them for one thing, to take a young Deathclaw with him, as a reminder of their hospitality towards him. They agreed, and Articus was chosen to follow Matthias into the Wastelands. The two reached close to San Francisco, and upon seeing the urban jungle, the now grown Articus decided to wait for Matthias outside the city limits, and begin finding other Deathclaws to begin another coven of intelligent Deathclaws. Matthias found this entertaining, but accepted, going to find a girl he truly knew only a little about, and harboring a hate against the Enclave.He is armed with only his 12 Gauge, named Justice, and seeks to discover the outside for himself.
*Powers up his Pip Boy 3000*
IGN:arrowbeans
Age:15
Time you can dedicate: During Summer,a large amount of time. Not so Sure about school
Why us?:First off, I live in California, and Love San Francisco.Secondly, This looked like wonderful RP Server. Thirdly, The Followers and the Enclave are my favorite Faction. And Fourth(ly?), a Friend (Sadie) recommended it to me. I also sent in a building app,its a shame about those guys that destroyed the Build Server :/
Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples)Role-play is an interaction between two characters (While in Character, obviously)
Define Meta-gaming in your words: The Use of OOC knowledge In Character.
Define Power-gaming in your words:Such as *Shoots James in the Head before he can react*
Did you join our website? I did
IC:
Name: Chryslus Redding
Nickname: (Optional)
Age: 35
Gender: Male
Appearance:5 feet and 8 inches tall, with Light-Brown hair, and Blue eyes. Wears a Lab coat over proper Doctors attire. Sewn into the inside of his Lab Coat, however, is a small bit of America's Pre-War flag, and a miniature version of the Enclave's insignia.
Personality: Insightful,and highly intelligent, Redding has always believed in the Power of Democracy and of America that his Father once spoke of with true conviction. He is loyal to those who follow ways of the Old World, especially of the Enclave, of which his father, Granite had always spoke of. He believes that the Enclave can restore order to the wastes. Redding also holds the Followers in high regard, do to the charity and selflessness of their actions trying to aid and re-educate the wasteland. His opinions of the Followers are also quite high due to their tolerance and even acceptance of Homosexuality, a rarity in the Wasteland at this time. His opinions on both the NCR and the Bear, however, fall far below that. Redding, while thinking that Tandi and Aredesh's original idea was noble, has seen that once more the same human attributes had weaseled their way back into the system. It was now a "Democracy", but controlled by the Rich and the Powerful. The same went for the Brotherhood, greedy in another Currency- That of technology, that the Brotherhood Obsess over. (A note I would like to add. I Never stated that I hated Currency. Or Capitalism. I simply stated that in the NCR's case, the Rich and powerful had made the system less efficient , as the people who had a large amount of either power or money tended to use that Power/Money to increase it further. This decreased the NCR's operating efficiency. Take, for Example, General Oliver. He has a 5 in all of his special skills, and brilliant commanders do not have a five on intelligence. Besides that, Oliver's strategy of “massing troops” at the Dam and cutting off the NCR in the Mojave from receiving reinforcements, and not even trying to counter-attack the Legion, as they slowly picked off NCR numbers was a terrible Idea and a great strategical Blunder. How do you think he got to be overall commander of the Mojave military? Politics. Besides this; here's JE Sawyer on Oliver: “General Oliver doesn't seem to grasp basic military strategy. What real life persons were an inspiration for his character? Would you agree Oliver's the main cause the war is going badly for the NCR?”
“He's a mishmash of various aggressive, blockheaded military commanders. Generals LeMay and Patton are obvious examples, though completely without the forethought of those two men.”
— J.E. Sawyer As for the Brotherhood, as you saw illustrated in the Mojave chapter, they are also corrupted and controlled by Technology, it is their main purpose, and all else comes after. “Tech First, then You”. Even if that eventually means getting left behind, as was touched on somewhat in Veronica's Quest: I could make you care)
In-game RP example: (Include dialog):
*Harken Vigorously shakes Chryslus awake*
Harken: Chryslus! Wake up! You have to go! Half of the Boneyard thinks your-
Chryslus: What? What are you talking about...? *He says the sentence Groggily*
Harken: Someone found an old Enclave suit of Power armor in his basement! He's been arrested, and your next! The Rangers are headed this way now!
Chryslus: Good Lord..... *Suddenly Alert* Alright, let me collect a few things
*He springs out of bed, starts to gather his most important items, including a 10mm pistol, and hurriedly stuffs them in his brief case, except for the pistol, which he nudges under his belt*
Harken: Chryslus.... I'm going to miss you. I don't know what I would do... *He let the sentence trail off*
Chryslus: A few years from now, if you still haven't found someone else? I will be back. But I have to go, now.
*Chryslus and Harken embrace each other for a few moments, and then dashes out the main entrance of the Follower's Complex, dashing no more then a few feet in front of two NCR Rangers*
NCR Ranger: Halt! Halt in the name of the Republic!
*Chryslus increases speed in response, sprinting away from the Rangers*
*The two Rangers also run after him*
Chryslus, knowing he will soon be overtaken by the physically superior Rangers, turns wildly onto different streets and alleyways, making unpredictable turns, eventually ducking into an abandoned stall, where he waits for the Rangers to run past, which they do*
*Taking a moment to catch his breath and collect himself, he Quickly exits the city, and heads out into the wastes, his destination San Fransisco*
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs) Chryslus was born in 2244, two years after the Destruction of the Enclave Oil Rig, to Granite (Leader of the Enclave Control Company) who, on that Faithful day, decided his life was more Valuable then the Enclave, and aided the Chosen One in the final moments of the fight on the Oil Rig. However, no other Enclave personnel stationed there survived the Attack, and Sergeant Granite and his squad where never uncovered for their betrayal of the Enclave on the Oil Rig, and where welcomed back to Navarro with Open arms. Granite had a Romance with one of the Women there, later Chryslus' Mother, Snookie, much to the Annoyance of a Computer guard who was also stationed there. After a few years of peaceful living on Navarro, the NCR finished what the Chosen One had started. During the attack, Granite escaped with the young Chryslus. Although it is unknown what happened to Snookie, it is likely that she died in the attack or escaped via Vertibird. Granite and Chryslus then re-integrated far from where Navarro, heading south, to the Boneyard. In the earliest years of Chryslus' life, he remembered seeing his father for a few days, and then him having to go and guard Caravans to pay for the cost of living. Yet, he spent most of his earlier life with the Followers of the Apocalypse, and under their watchful care, he quickly developed a healthy interest in both Math and Science. Yet his true calling, both in those early years and his later ones as well, would be Medicine. He found himself amazed that such a damaged human body could be “salvaged” by one man with a knowledge of the Anatomy of a Human. The Followers, quickly noticing his thirst for Knowledge, started to educate him in basic First Aid, as well as beginners Math and Science. His rate of learning was incredibly fast, and by age fifteen he was assisting in minor surgeries. It was around this time that his Father, Granite, “enlightened” him as to his real origins, his Father's affiliations with the Enclave, and his own views of society and the world, which Chryslus agreed with, except for the Enclave's principal that those who where exposed to the wasteland where somehow lesser beings, and the Enclaves view (I assume anyways, the Enclave being based on the Nation of America in the 50's, when Homosexuality was a terrible crime)view on gay men or women being somehow less than the average being. Besides this, he agreed with all that the Enclave stood for, and thought the Enclave to be a “New Beginning” for America, and thought that they where the best option that the Wasteland had to Offer, showing themselves as Granite had described, to be an efficient system unlike what the NCR was already on the road to. By the time Chryslus was seventeen, he presided as head of his first major surgery, that of the removal of a punctured lung. He also came to the realization that he would never be interested in women as more then friends, and preferred men, although he kept this fact secret from his Father. After a few more years of studying human anatomy, diseases, and many other Medical related pursuits, as well as increasing his field-knowledge by continuing to do more and more advanced Medical Procedures, Chyslus became a fully-fledged doctor, and worked with the Followers as much as possible, to be an instrument of good in the world. It was at this time that Granite retired from the immense physical strain of a Caravan Guard, and opened up his own General Store with the extra money saved from his en-devours as a Caravan Guard. It became quite successful due to Granite's low and fair prices. His business quickly prospered, and with the amount of money he was making, he quickly ascended into the ranks of the Social Elite, and Hosted some events. Eventually even Granites weariness of making friends subsided, and he left some of his fears behind. In the Years that followed he opened a second and third branch of his retail store. (Bringing us to 2277) As fate would have it, at one of his events that Granite hosted with his new found wealth, one of guests lost their way to the Restrooms, and through a series of Doorways, and down into the basement..... She saw a Dusty old piece of Mrk. II combat Armor, this model used exclusively by the Enclave. Soon, the NCR military arrived, and Granite was arrested, tried, and promptly hanged over the next few months. However, Chryslus, hearing of his fathers arrest, and assuming that they would arrest him purely on suspicion, as well as knowing of many people' s immense hate for the Enclave (And assuming his Trial would be effected in a major way), Quickly weighed his options, gathered his most important and essential items, and hastily left the Boneyard, never to return. He traveled to San Francisco, Knowing that the NCR has no presence at all within the city, and that the large population would make it hard to find Chryslus, if he were in fact tracked down. He spent the next few months avoiding public contact, and, after evaluating that it was safe again, opened up a Clinic in San Francisco, which he has been working at with a few staff members, until the year 2279
*Powers up Vault boy 3,000*
A Quick note about Snookie: I hope that you didn’t confuse the real life Snookie with the one from Fallout 2. I wasn't sure and I wanted to be clear that she is a Character that can be found in Navarro, NOT on Jersey shore . Granite was also a Fallout 2 Character. Hopefully this is up to par now.
-Your descriptions of the appearance and personality of your character were quite lacking.
-For appearance, what was his eye color? Skin? Hair color? Scars? Clothing?
-For his personality, does he have any mannerisms? How is his demeanor around others?
-Your RP example is a bit simple which is alright but if time allows, I’d request that it show the more complex actions your RP has to offer
-Your backstory is short and does not meet the 2 paragraph request on the app, try adding more detail. How was his childhood? What was his life like up to now? Did anything happen on the way to San Fran? Did he meet any people?
Until all of these corrections are fixed, for now, I have to say you are
Alright it seems as though everything checks out except for the fact that I’m not sure if you’ll be allowed to have land at the beginning of the server, take this up with one of the admins. If yes, I’m glad to say, “Welcome to the city by the bay!”
- Do NOT accept people with armor! You do not know how much trouble this causes in the launch stages.
-Don't accept apps with AI in them either.
Anyways, TylerMcGee, I am saddened that I have to revoke your Accepted status until that is fixed.
Anyways, a note to all of you.
No firearms, NO armor, NO advanced technology, and CERTAINLY, no knowledge of factions that were originally secluded unless you have a very good reason to, upon entry into San Francisco!
Anyways, in the light of several apps have OP technology, or an extreme bias to it disgusts me. I'll be going over these apps again to ensure maximum quality.
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No Advanced Technology prior to the arrival to San Francisco. Meaning your AI.
Sorry to say, but
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Sorry about that. I'll work harder in the future.
OOC:
IGN:Bigstealth
Age:15
Time you can dedicate:It differs, over the summer I can be flexible but I have to balance time here with raiding in WoW
Why us?:A lot of friends have been talking about and applying to this server so I figured I would try this place out as well.
Define Role-Playing in your words:Role Playing is like acting except unscripted and of course you choose and make the part.Basically You create a character and develop that character in a fictional world by interacting with other role play characters.
Define Meta-gaming in your words:Meta Gaming is using out of character information (Information you know in real life), in character. For example, You're a bounty hunter who hasn't been to town in a few weeks so you haven't been caught up with the latest bounties available.Though over global chat you saw FakeIGN420 talking about how his character was wanted for murder. You've never met FakeIGN420's cliche character but you come across him in the wastes. He seems like a nice guy without even talking to him but you (not your character) knows his true intentions so on the spot you go all Clint Eastwood on his ass and pop him full of 6 .44 full velocity presents. You, not your character ever knew him or his intentions, or even seen the bounty board in town of which you could've given your character the incentive to hunt him (or know about him). That sir, is metagaming.
Define Power-gaming in your words:Power-gaming is your little brother, he sucks at the game so he makes up ridiculous things in order be victorious.In short overpowering a character without the ability to even do so, in character. For example,After a long day of bounty hunting, you need a drink. So you walk into the local bar tap the counter and order a shot of whiskey to proceed to swig it down like a cliche badass. After you order your second shot to drown the sadness resulting from all the lives you've ended and the things you've seen from your bounty hunting career....haha , no you're sad because XxActuallyAGuyxX's character dumped your's. Mid way through your depressed drinking session you hear the door slam open the close so you turn to it to see what looks a Super Mutant. He's a hot headed who takes the stool next to your's. He bugs you a little bit like a cliche high school bully and within 2 drunk minutes you become belligerent. You find words in your brain to muster up then spit them at the super mutant. You each proceed to do taunt each other until you become angry. You then proceed to punch him in the stomach and knock the 7'2 mutant out with a single drunken punch that breaks the counter,stool and maybe the mutant's skull. Being that you're a 5'10 skinny guy with daddy problems there is no way this could be in anyway realistic and regardless you should’ve attempted to punch him instead of throwing away the dice and making the punch certain without any chance of dodging,countering or blocking from the other player . That, is power-gaming.
Did you join our website? Yes
IC:
Name:Yuri Proniniski
Nickname:N/A
Age:35
Gender:Male
Appearance:This pale Russian stands at five feet and ten inches. He is a fair bit muscular as well with a head of black hair as well as a beard. For clothing he wears a dark grey jacket with a thin pre war Soviet riot vest underneath (similar to perhaps an NCR Ranger, but more lightweight and weaker providing no protection from firearms.). Along with that he has a pair of black gloves,grey pants and a pair of old black military boots.
Personality:This foreign fellow is a bit off in a few ways, not only counting his PTSD but even before he was diagnosed by a shady Russian doctor he has never been, 'normal' by unreliable Post Apocalyptic standards.With his Russian ethnicity already counting against him along with PTSD (a disease rare in a post apocalyptic world) He can't act properly around his American counterparts which makes it difficult for him to operate in this society which results in him searching for isolation and solitude.
In-game RP example:
Click! The three hundred year old rifle sounded as it failed to fire.
"!"
"What, Tavarish?!"
"This ing gun won't fire!", The Russian soldier said after doing his best to conduct field maintenance on the Mosin Nagant before placing it back on top of the muddy trench pointing at a swarm of raiders. The Russian soldiers were evacuating, there was nothing for them here. Vladivostok was plagued with mutants,ghouls and a corrupt raider 'government'. A small group had prepared a small ship from an untouched dry dock to leave. It was being prepared to depart, leaving a small defense force to charge any wishing to take the boat for themselves to stop them from leaving or taking it for their own purposes. A hail of bullets were exchanged from both sides resulting in Russians falling into the muddy ground. The ones defending their maiden voyage to the east heard words yelled from behind the trench which payed off their struggle to defend.
"We're ready let's leave, comrades!", was yelled from the small ship as if calling a dog for a slab of meat. Out from the trenches came the defenders for their salvation. Many defenders dropped to the ground on their retreat but the rest seemed to get the luck of the draw resulting in their way out.
Background:
Before the Great War the Soviet Union constructed bunkers to protect government personnel and their families from any cataclysmic event. The proletariat had to be resourceful enough to escape the horrors of the great war, and just like the rest of the world their salvation was underground. Metros connected most Russian cities underground and some even to government bunkers. These metro tunnels hid the Russian people from the apocalypse that rained atomic fire on the world leaving no one unmarked from the pain of the great war. Underground the metros became thriving societies as well as safe havens from the unknown horrors of the post war communist nation.
Yuri was born in the metro below what once was Vladivostok. The early years of his life were spent like any other Metro-dweller until a horde of mutated monsters swarmed in to the metro leaving few alive. Yuri and his family were luckily able to escape alive only to face the ruined city above. It was filled with raiders and criminals along with all others of the likes. With his Mosin Nagant Yuri learned to survive with some help from a small militia based in the city of which he joined up with to keep threats away from what little they owned. Within many years it became too hostile and volatile. The corrupt bandit excuse for a government was in ruins and it was beginning to seem like there was no hope left in the motherland and with rumors of opportunities elsewhere the Militia decided it was best to abandon their home. Within military a dry dock they discovered a size able boat in pristine condition capable of traveling a great distance. It took months to prepare the voyage until it was finally ready to leave the docks. Word got to the makeshift government which drove them to commence an assault on the Militia. In a battle that lasted over three days the militia forces prevailed barely (and by prevailed they basically retreated without all of them dying.) and the boat set off to sea. The boat sailed for months and over the journey Yuri was taught english by the descendant of a Soviet-American consulate in order to prepare themselves for the possibility of the ship's destination lying in America.
After 11 months the ship wrecked close to the California coast only leaving four survivors, Yuri being one of them. He found his boots planted in the beaches of California now ready to start a new life in this brave new world.
Fixed
OOC:
IGN: tylermcgee
Age: 15
Time you can dedicate: I can dedicate a good amount of time weekly, although there could be days where I dont show up, there will still be the others where I have the time to get some good role playing in.
Why us?: Quite a rhetorical question- Why wouldn't I? For not only some of the best role playing there is now a-days, but also to follow along with all my friends from SoOF.
Define Role-Playing in your words: Role playing is stepping into a character, and acting as he/ she would. It is both literature, and acting.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Meta gaming is using knowledge your character doesn't know in your role playing. say, someone states there location out of character, and you go there in character, that would be metagaming.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Powergaming.. Powergaming is actually two things.Not only is it forcing an action upon another, without giving them a chance at a reaction, but it is also doing things that are not in your characters capabilities. such as either not attempting an action, quite literally picking up a building with your big toe.
Did you join our website?: I did indeed.
IC:
Name: Don Carters
Nickname: <none>
Age: 32 (birthday is on the 31 of August, 2248)
Gender: male
Appearance: His lower body, he wears black shoes, along with light brown jeans and a leather belt with a iron buckle. His torso, he wears a beige T-shirt under a olive green jacket. Two adjacent straps are cast over his shoulders, and across his chest and back. Each hold an empty pistol holster to his hips. He has a pointed chin, along with green eyes. He has short, dark brown facial hair on his chin, and along the sides of his face. He has thick eyebrows, and short black hair.
http://i.imgur.com/5vQB3wQ.jpg (this picture, except with a T-shirt instead of a turtle neck, and without the plate on his left sholder)
Personality: He is quite prideful, trusting in his own prowess on almost every occasion. He knows when its time to fold, or all in (being both a tactical, but also quite literal metaphor). He isn't one to show his own emotions, or gossip or judge others on the spot. He believes that giving someone a chance at surviving, but besting them is not murder, merely survival of the fittest. No regard for those he doesn't like's lives, but those he does, he will usually keep there safety close in mind. He is one to punch first, ask question later.
In-game RP example:
<Scene> a warn-down post war, abandoned shanty town made of scraps, car parts, and whatever one could find in the wasteland. No fences surrounding it, merely scatters shacks in no certain order. Dead shrubs are occasionally found on the ground, along with empty bullet cases. within most of the shacks, there is a makeshift bed, and some sort of storage unit- either a foot locker, or junk that can be used to store things. Obviously a poor town to live in.
*he cautiously enters the shanty town from the north, treading lightly with a .45 pistol held firmly by his right hand. Eyes remain visualant for any movement*
*After just a few minutes of cautious walking, he finds himself not alone in this ghost town- for another had the same idea. A male ghoul, in fit condition, emerges from the inside of one of the shanty shacks* *They both exchange quick glares before the ghoul reaches for his 10mm pistol he keeps in his belt.
*By the time he can take aim at Don, Don had already pulled the trigger to a quickly aimed shot.
*The bullet was poorly aimed, however. missing the head of the ghoul by not much. This, giving the ghoul his chance, he pulls the trigger panicky*
*The shot landing Don in the shoulder- resulting in a stagger back as he re-aims for the ghoul*
*The ghoul quickly dives behind the same shack, using it as cover*
*Now with both of there angle of vision blocked, Don takes this chance to get to cover behind a different shack not far from the ghouls. With his shot arm, his body is slightly shaky to the pain. Resulting in his aim to be off*
*They exchange gunfire. Both taking a few hits*
*The ghoul does not want to die today, but neither does Don. He finally shouts out, trying to end this conflict*
{Don} Dumba*s! Hold your fire, and I'll hold mine!.
*the ghoul then responds hesitantly, speaking in his raspy, decayed voice*
{ghoul} ...I Kill you! Hear me! this town is mine! *with the anger in his voice, provoked by the pain of multiple non-fatal gunshot wounds.
*Don quickly moves from around the corner of the shack he was covered behind. Slowly moving towards the ghoul as he keeps his aim to where the ghoul was covered behind. His other hand clasping his bleeding shoulder tightly, face muscles flinching occasionally to the pain.
*The ghoul then makes a risky move, and turns the corner sharply*
*As he takes aim at Don; Don fires his already aimed shot*
*Pining the ghoul in the right eye, sending him backwards, limp and dead*
*With this, Don spits on the ground in the corpse's direction as it's blood begins to slowly flow out- creating a scarlet puddle in the dirt. He lowers his pistol slowly. Speaking lowly, pained*
{Don} ..f*cker
Background: Don was born into a poor family, having a single brother two years older than him, and young parents in a unstable relationship. His father was a guard to this town- its location being Orange county, California. Just a few miles out from LA. His mother was a merchant and a prospector, selling to drifters passing through the town, or those who lived in the town. As he was raised, he would receive little attention, having an older brother who bested him in everything. When he reached the age of 11, he decided he wont be living in his brothers shadow any longer, and challenged him to a fight. Being two years younger, he lost this fight to his brother. His anger toward him only growing. He began spending most of his time with a friend of his fathers, a fellow guard. With him, he began to get the attention every boy wants. Learning how to take apart, and re-assemble small firearms, as well as shoot. His brother saw him moving towards the path of guns, and decided he will best him once again. A few months of Don practicing hard on improving his aim passed by, however, no match for his older brother. With his anger growing by the day towards his older brother, he decided to try another thing, prospecting. By now, he was 14, having a healthy build. He joined his mother as she went out, oftentimes into the ruin's of LA. His brother, once again, saw him working towards a new skill, and joined in as well. After a few trips into the ruins of LA, Don finally snapped. As there mother was looting in a room across the hall, Don and his brother were in a bedroom of a apartment building- Don suddenly pulled his pistol on his older brother. As he slowly moved towards him, shouting at how his entire life he just wanted to finally be better then him at him at something, his brother meets an open window. Nearly falling to his death, but catching the ledge. As he hung there, screaming for help, Don watched his brother hang on for his life. Then firing a round into his brothers hand- causing his hold to break, and plummet six stories to his death. His mother quickly rushed to the scene at the sound of yelling, only arriving in time to find Don standing at the window quietly as he gazed down at the corpse. Pistol remaining in hand. After this, he was outcasted by his parents. They feared him. They didn't want him. So with this, he decided he was done with them. Done with that town. He left with a trading caravan one day, heading north, towards Bakersfield. without a goodbye to his parents, he started a new life. He found nothing of interest in Bakersfield, and continued on. Making a decision to stay with the caravan, and work as a guard. With that, he traveled around quite a bit. The Mojave desert, the ruins of San Diego, Fresno, and so on. By the age of 22, he decided it was time he left the caravan. Drifting solo from here on out. Making due with what he had. Some time passed before he decided to head back to his home town- Although choosing to not enter the town. Instead, he went back into the ruins of LA. There, he found where his brother had fallen from the apartment. He did not regret his decision. without a single tear shed, nor a second though on if he shouldn't have, he left the ruins of LA. Going back to his life as a drifter, living off the scraps he could find. A few years of this passed before he was ready to move on to bigger and better things- He then began heading north west. Following the coast. Eventually finding himself in the outskirts of the irradiated runes of San Jose. It reminded him too much of LA, and he continued to wander. Breaking away from the cost, and moving more inland- to Sacramento. It was there he tried to settle down. He got himself a job as a prospector. Selling whatever he could for food and caps. 1 year of this passed before he found himself in the casinos that Sacramento homed. With his history of gambling, from both his trips to New Vegas, but also the occasional game of caravan he played, he decided to take a chance at a blackjack table. He managed himself a large sum of caps, although he did not win fairly. He wanted more, he decided on playing one more game. This time, people were getting suspicious. He was watched closely, getting caught cheating. It was then he was stripped of all firearms and caps, then forced out of the city. With nothing, he didn't know if it was time to lie down and die, or move to the closest shot at a new start. He looked west for salvation. Joining up with a trading caravan that was making there way to San Francisco.
Power up vault boy 3000
-Read the rules, you’re missing something.
-Your definition of powergaming is a bit off.
-In your appearance, armor is not allowed. I understand that the riot vest offers no protection from fire arms but does it offer protection from things like fists or nailboards?
-In your personality, what do you mean by, “Can’t act properly?”
-For your RP example, please put it in a more minecraft/roleplay setting rather than a storytelling format. This is meant to show us your capabilities as a RPer.
-How did the metro become overrun by mutants?
-You’re not allowed to enter the server with weapons
-How did the ship have enough food and water for 11 months of voyage? Did anything important happen on the boat besides learning english?
-Where in California did they wreck? North or South?
Until all of these are fixed, for now, I have to say you are
I'll do what I can to correct these from here before redoing everything.
-Oh I see one of those little "Put this in this section of the app" things? (Power Up Vaultboy 3000) and they're called PipBoys, sir
-PM me where I messed up.
-Yeah yeah yeah fine.
-Fair enough I'll tweak that but mainly just a cultural barrier between him and American wastelanders but also the mental disease he has.
-This feels like something to add to my list of ups to make you look better, RP is story telling not just acting.
-To stop at a wall, unknown. With a series of Metro systems connecting each cities it's not impossible that they could've entered through a broken entry hatch in another city or even Vladivostok
-Never mentioned he had a weapon at all, if you want an explanation it was lost with the ship
-Besides tedious and constant maintenance,no so that felt like a waste of thought to throw in.
-South but honestly it's almost implied that he wrecked near San Francisco.
And honestly as a former admin of three Fallout servers, this is ridiculous (If you need proof PM Dualmittens and TmynameisT)
-I know they're PipBoys. I didn't write the rules
-The reason why we prefer the RP example in the minecraft setting is because, although RP does include storytelling, we'd like to know how you would act with other players. The opening scene to set up the scenario would be better in storytelling but the dialogue and actions would be better, for us, in a more turn based setting. (I don't know if I'm explaining it correctly) It's not meant as an arbitrary measure
-San Francisco is in northern California.
-Mmk
-I know how minecraft RP and RP combat works it's just easier to present it in a story also there is dialogue in the example making your point, partly irrelevant.
-I was thinking San Diego, I apologize.
Honestly though the quality of this server is not a fair trade off for the amount of time you're making people put into tedious,pointless problems with their app.
All I look for is that the definitions are good, no inconsistancies (which can cause problems for moderators down the line), and that the rules are read. I try to be leaniant, but I can see your point and I'll work harder to make the quality better in the future.
Now that you have no armor or weapons I think it is safe to say you are
IGN: mycraft77
Age: 16
Time you can dedicate: Depends on family stuff, but for the summer mostly 2:00PM - 10:00PM
Why us?: Well, I enjoy Fallout a ton and I want to start RPing again.
Define Role-Playing in your words: Putting yourself in the shoes of a fictional character and acting out events as them.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Using outside knowledge (e.g. the forum or OOC chat) that your character wouldn't know to make decisions
Define Power-gaming in your words: Forcing actions upon other characters without their consent.
Did you join our website? Yes
IC:
Name: Daniel Wilson
Nickname: Dan
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Appearance: Deep blue eyes; Short, spiky, brown hair; Caucasian (slight tan); 5'10
Personality: Soft spoken, doesn't have the best manners. Will fight when he feels threatened.
In-game RP example: A bandit is resting by a road when Dan walks by with a makeshift bolt-action rifle.
The Bandit wakes up "Huh, wha-, wait! You there you have to pay a toll of, um, 200 caps!"
Dan continues walking saying "I don't don't have any caps."
"What?! Oh no you don't!" the bandit unsheathes a machete and charges Dan.
Dan whips around, rifle at the ready, and lifts up the stock to block an over-head smash by the bandit, he then pushes the bandit back and gets in a fighting stance.
"Now you're going to get it!" the bandit rushed forward and cut Dan in the thigh causing Dan to fire the rifle by reflex at point-lank range into the bandit's stomach.
The bandit screamed and fell to the ground in pain holding his stomach. Daniel looks around quickly and runs off.
Background: Daniel Wilson grew up as Alex Mitchel Jr in a small town a few miles north of Boneyard as an only child to Alex Mitchel, whom had been discharged from the NCR after being shot in the leg, and Addison Mitchel. The town was rather small, there was about 40 people living there but no ghouls. There wasn't a school, the children were taught how to survive in the wastes. When he was 15 he and his friend Ben Rudnick were assigned as hunters for there town and were given a hunting rifle each. Alex started becoming skilled in long range firearms and was pretty accurate and had a nice eye. One day Ben went up to Alex explained about a large gang that he got involved in that was based in Boneyard and the surrounding area, they were called the "Deathclaws". The Deathclaws were thugs and thieves that mugged citizens and held up shops for food and weapons, but they beginning to catch the eye of the NCR. Alex became more an honorary member and worked with them from time to time.
Years went by and nothing much happened until one day when Ben went up to him with a sinister grin saying come with him. Ben lead him to a room where there was a NCR Sergeant tied up on a chair. "Watch this," said Ben and started to beat the officer, whilst Alex stood there bewildered. After a while Ben turned to Alex and handed him a pistol saying "You can have the honors." Alex then did something that changed his life, he walked up to the Sergeant, the officer scowled at him. Something caught his eye the officer's leg was wounded, he remembered his father, in an instant Alex whipped around and shot Ben clean through the forehead in a rage. He untied the officer and ran out, he did not stop he ran until he was tried. Finally he sat down and thought what to do, he couldn't go back to the Deathclaws after what they did and what he did. The Deathclaws would hunt him down, probably, he got up started walking wondering what to do he walked by an old highway where there was a blown up car, next to it was a leather slip sort of thing with a card in it it said "DANIEL WILSON." Alex Mitchel Jr. was lost in the Wasteland, never to be seen again, but Daniel Wilson went to the NCR camp and enlisted as a sniper. A couple days later he saw the Sergeant again, but only with a slight nod. He saw him again next year when multiple units were heading east to a place called "Mohave" where the NCR was trying to secure the "Hoover Dam". Being stationed there was almost a nightmare, many people disliked the NCR. Tribes like the Great Khans and Fiends attacking NCR relentlessly, but most of Caesar's Legion on the other end of the Hoover Dam were the biggest threat to the NCR yet. To be told to guard the Hoover Dam was like being told to kill yourself. Dan felt fortunate the next year when he was stationed at a place named "San Francisco", but they were familiar dangers and brand new ones to the NCR there.
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So wait, you're gonna be NCR?
God this is gonna be confusing, my character's name is Dan/Daniel too, and he's NCR... xD
Awesome, we can be like the two Ajax from the Iliad.
IGN:Rangera93
Age:14
Time you can dedicate: Usually I check in a server and leave but most of the time i stay for at least an hour mostly
Why us?:Because it's the only fallout server available, also I was in akavir
Define Role-Playing in your words: Well the word "role-playing" kinda defines it already as in everyone has a role, a character to play as
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Using OOC knowledge to the advantage of the IC player
Define Power-gaming in your words: Forcing rp on someone, usually by combat where a player says that he immediately kills the other player. OR being a tsaesci
Did you join our website? I joined rp-craft a long time ago
IC:
Name:Isaac Carson
Nickname: (Optional) Carson
Gender:Male
Appearance:short to average height (5'9"),caucasian-tribal mix, wears a bandana and goggles around his face
Personality: Has selective mutism due to his strange surroundings(selective mutism means that when someone is in an uncomfortable environment, the choose not to speak) , Knowledge of latin due to his brief association with Caesar's Legion, not the best talker, doesn't like taking risks, efficient, expert improviser, trusts close friends only, lawful neutral, smart, rational, logical, shy