**Out of Character**
IGN: thundernuts0606
Age: 19
How did you find us? Random chance?
What Roleplay experience do you have? I've role-played on MC for years...
Define Meta-gaming in your words:Determined
Define Power-gaming in your words:Obsessed
Define God-Modding in your words:Takes the fun out of playing
Did you join our website? I just learned that there is a website.
**In Character**
Name: Thunder
Nickname: (sometimes Captain)
Age: 25
Gender: M
Appearance:(Now Ex) Russian Spec. Ops.
Personality: Hardened veteran, quiet, deep, cold..
In-game RP example: Thunder:"I felt more alone before the war, now I just feel full of regret." Spetnaz Ghost:"There are others out there, there is a chance to repair the world, and undo all that the leaders of the old world made history." Thunder:"They don't need a dog of war to fix up a new world, that's what burned us all in the first place." S. Ghost;"Yes, but now we understand our limits."
Background: Born in the year 2254, in the New Soviet Republic controlled Siberia. Thunder Temnota was a ready recruit to the Red Army, beginning training to become a Spetnaz agent at age six. Thunder graduated the top of his class at the prestigious Red June military academy in Moscow at age eighteen where he entered the Spetnaz as a 1st Lieutenant. 3 hard war and death filled years later, after becoming a Captain, he was commanding an undercover mission to infiltrate San Fransisco and set up a Intel-gathering station, when Central Command in Moscow went dark, and he was cut off in a war-torn hell, with just a few men and little supplies. The men, all being relatively new, did not last long in the harsh waste-lands. Then Thunder was all alone, no one really knows what happened in the years after losing his unit, but now he's back on the surface; still fighting a war inside his mind.
IGN: missingbuttons
Age:16
How did you find us? minecraftforum.net
What Roleplay experience do you have? Participated in a couple of role play servers and played fallout 3 and fallout new vegas intensively
Define Meta-gaming in your words: cheating by using knowledge your character shouldn't have
Define Power-gaming in your words: being bad at roleplaying. and being really annoying
Define God-Modding in your words: mods are stupid and should not be used.
Did you join our website? nope
**In Character**
Name: Kate
Nickname: (Optional)
Age: 18
Gender:female
Appearance:5'8" Brunette with blues eyes, caucasian
Personality: quiet but intelligent. enjoys listening over speaking
In-game RP example: (Include dialog) Time: 3:18 P.M.
Location: 27 miles South of Columbus.
As you're walking north along a desolate highway to a few hundred meters ahead you can see 2 large black birds circling in the sky, to the east a few miles off large thunderheads can be seen. Hopeful to avoid the storm you begin to walk a bit more briskly scanning your area to find shelter from the rain. You observe a small light grey smoke plume coming from the median of the highway only a couple hundred meters away. Before approaching the scene you take a quick look in your bag (below is a list of your items). As you approach the scene you can see that it is a Summit Trading Company Caravan that has been hit, the merchant lies dead near a slaughtered Brahman blood covers his clothing and a box of items is scattered near him. Of the two guards, one lies near a jersey barrier; empty shell casings from the cowboy repeater are scattered around the body. The other guard is struggling to pull himself upright using the one of the carts wheels, his leg has been blown off below the shin and is now nothing but a bloody mix of singed skin and asphalt.
Bag contents:
1x 10mm Pistol
7x 10mm Pistol rounds
1x bottle of dirty water
2x mentants
1x Salisbury steak
1x Squirrel on a stick
1x small radio (working)
1x stimpak
1x Half-used first aid kit (missing supplies)
What do you do?:
Upon spotting the wounded caravaneer, I approach softly not wanting to startle him. I tell him my name and ask if I can help him. Since he has no other option he is inclined to say yes. I begin telling him that I have clean up the wound before I can bandage it. I find a bottle of vodka among the merchandise the Brahmin was carrying. I slowly pour it onto his wounds. He handles it well and I tear off a piece of an undershirt off his merchant. I cover his wounded leg in it and use a belt to keep it together. I mover him underneath the shade of the cart to get him out of the sun. I tell him to rest as I turn on my radio, prepare some food and sort through the wreckage. I break some of the wood of the cart and make a crutch for him to use. I figured I stick with him long enough to get him to civilization. Once I've through helping him out I head off on my own once again. Background: (Be detailed and in-depth. Also explain how you came to be in San Fransisco Kate was born in Lake Tahoe, Nevada, well at least what was left of it. Old world pictures had been found of the beautiful blue water of lake Tahoe. Kate used to dream of going back in time and swimming in the pure water. Although quite the dreamer Kate was a hard worker. Her parents were of few that remained in the city. They farmed for their food and it gave Kate a sense of work ethic. Life was rather quiet for her with the occasional mole rat getting into the crops. Her father taught her at a young age how to wield a gun. When Kate was 16 years of age a group of raiders known as the fiends came scavenging through lake Tahoe. Her parents were brutally mutilated and the image still haunts her today. She waited a week for the raiders to leave town and began to pack up supplies and head on out of lake Tahoe, for she was the last person residing in the area. She knew the old highway would be bound to have a caravan run through it. So she waited three long days until one finally showed up. She found it easy to convince them to take her along. She continued to travel east with hopes of someday reaching San Francisco. Her parents had told her the place was preserved and civilization was thriving there. It sounded like a fairy tale place to her, thinking her parents were just trying to give her hope in her life. She travelled with caravans until she arrived in San Francisco which is where this story begins...
Looking at the posts above me it may appear this will take a long while to whitelist, should anyone be alive out there to review this.... **Out of Character** IGN: Mindboggler Age: 17 How did you find us?: I have been with the servers Angel has started since the times of Sins of Our Fathers. What Roleplay experience do you have?: Well my first time RP’ing was on Sins of Our Fathers, where I picked up most of what I know. Then for a few days I tried LOTC and saw how terrible RP could be handled. After hearing of the creation of Akavir I signed up with that and stayed for quite the time, but eventually became tired of the staff though I was mostly just tired of RP for the time. Tried some Skype RP, but then eventually took a break from it all together. Currently trying to mingle my way back into the flow of things, signed up with another server that didn’t hang on too well, but now I am trying to go back to my roots, Fallout. Hopefully this will be able to scrape at the great hilarity I had on SOOF. Define Meta-gaming in your words: Meta-gaming, this is meaning to acquire information that your character did not obtain from sources influencing his or her world, and then applying this information into the character as if it was known . For instance, Nameplates, The OOC Chat, Skype Calls, PMs, and other such places. Define Power-gaming in your words: This means to force actions on to another player, instead of letting them respond to your stimuli as RP would normally go. For instance: Esteban pats the man on the back. Such is a lighter case, for the player is not taking into account that the man may be perhaps fearful of being touched or perhaps would just shrug off the gesture. But in extreme measures one may see this. Esteban unloads both rounds of his Sawed Off into the man’s cranium. As you can see Esteban isn’t allowing the man to respond. Perhaps the man heard Estabon draw his firearm and is about to hit the ground for cover. Define God-Modding in your words: The problem that is bound to occur here and has occurred in the two past servers. This means to give your character abilities beyond reasonable, more than that, impossible. For instance let us bring up a fan favorite from SOOF’s past. A beastly thing known as Araghast the Pillager. Now little Argy here was invincible, all-powerful, and could call down lightning on command. Unreasonable, right? Well in lighter, but still wrongful cases, imagine a character, Vance we shall call him. Now let’s say Vance is quick footed, perceptive, and above all has great reflexes. Now let’s say the person controlling Vance decides his reflexes can avoid the shot of a 9mm Handgun at twenty paces, just as unreasonable.
**In Character** Name: A718-554 Nickname: (Optional) A7, or Ace Evan Age: 12 Race: Android (While I think I have described what an android is well enough in the backstory, If still you have questions, concerns, information you think I need to add, I will oblige) Gender: Male Appearance: Ace is a tall slim man, while scrawny at first glance he has quite the powerful uppercut. He has a long face with sharp features, and if humored, a twisted little smile with spiny teeth. His right eye is a fiery orange, his left a bulbous round metal thing with a yellow glow, inhuman and unyielding in its cybernetic glance. His hair is an oily black, cut short and brutally spiked with a sliver of dyed orange to bring out his eyes. He has a small rocky beard at his chin and lightly running under his jaw. He has a tattoo on his right hand, black ink “A718-554.” The other hand is a series of recycled metal plates covering sensitive wires and electronics. For wears he is clad in a over-sized army green military coat with the collar rebelliously popped and a length stopping at the thigh. Beneath this is a body armor vest that may have once said “Police” but all that is left is the “Ice” with the “I” painted over with an “A.” The whole vest a dark blue. His trousers are a light tan with the end rolled up so as not to cover his polished black combat boots. Personality: Ace is an optimistic person, a hot-headed type, but restrained enough to not lash out at base insults. With no real moral compass guiding him, nor data in his wired mind on the importance of ethics, his views on the good, bad, and ugly are lenient at best. He is known to be greedy and a former gambleholic, and seeks to empower himself without whatever wealth he can attain. He is a witty smartass with little control over his mouth. He has a fascination with old world vehicles and perhaps one of his life goals is to restore a motorcycle to working order, not exactly noble but something to strive for if anything. In-game RP example: (Include dialog) The two have been at their game of poker for the better half of the day. There were three other players, each having long folded by now. The two who remain, a man not a day over twenty with a cybernetic eye, the other old, grizzled, and with a stache holding his legacy. Caps are stacked deep in the middle, both all in. “You sure seem confident in your hand, old man.” Says the young one, all greedy smiles with an unbreaking glare at his adversary. “Just don’t know when to quit.” The old man replies hoarse from too many years lying down with a bottle of jack and a pack of Marlboros every night. The grizzled play looks at his hand ~He can’t beat this~ He thinks as he stares down his line up, three kings and two sixes. The other one just stares him down, not yielding himself as the old man lays down his cards. “Full house” The old one declares with a smile. The smile quickly fades as he sees the young man in his green coat is grinning as well. The man with the cybernetic eye lays down his hand with a tattooed fist. Staring up at the old figure mockingly is the oppenent’s hand, The Ace of Diamonds, The King of Diamonds and his Queen, along with his Jack followed by a Ten. “Royal Flush.” The young one declares with sickening chuckle as he shovels all the caps toward himself. The old man can only stare slack jawed at his loss. “Well as I say, you can’ beat an Ace.” He stands cradling his loot in two arms, but as he does so something occurs. From the cuff of his sleeves cards begin to float to the floor, Aces and Kings, Tens and Jacks. The young shape goes wide-eyed. “Well would you look at the time, I simply must be off!” He makes a run for the door as caps clink and clank, hitting the floor. He can hear loud and clear the old rancher’s scream “CHE-E-ATER!” This followed by the bang and boom of a revolver as the Ace continues to jog from the bar.
Background: Before the fall of bombs and when the names of the states were not followed by wasteland, there was a place they called MIT university, a place where the young and bright flourished, their genius spawning invention after invention. These were once the ways of what is now known as The Institute.
And from this institute he was created, A718-554, or A7 for short. Created, not born, for the Institute was not known for procreation but scientific creation. It was common tongue that this gathering of minds created what were known as androids, synthetic humans with variation so diverse almost every android was unique in some or most aspects.Thick rubber over complex mechanics, cybernetic brains in human shells, and Ace Evan, human skin and other bits cast upon a robotic frame, complete with regenerative muscle tissue, advanced motor control, and the latest CPU. But one of many marvels produced by the Institute.
And a marvel he was, while most Androids, but more so their creators, could boast upon the unique composition of the androids, few could testify a mindset like Ace was gifted. Most androids vowed themselves human, some turning rogue as a result and fleeing campus. It is likely they saw the world this way because they were designed to be human in most fields. Though Ace witnessed the world much much differently. He did not only accept his android identity, he embraced it. Some would say that he even saw it as superiority, a dangerous thought, but most researchers would cocurr it as progress.
While his mind was special, his job was not so. Ace was designed as a mechanic, those chosen to keep each of the machines in greatest operation. But most scientist on sight kept their equipment in mint, so most days were spent wandering the campus. Along with these duties his was also tasked with the repair of fellow androids, and sometimes this included the reprogramming of rogue androids.
In his growing boredom, he petitioned to join with the various scavenging expeditions into the new world, a privilege reserved for the more elite androids, but due to his past loyalty and lack of use for his unit, the Institute allotted him this opportunity. This task was most reserved due to how easy it would be for androids to escape under such under-supervised circumstances.
And as Ace saw the wondrous ravaged open world he began to realise why. The lands before him were open and mysterious, so different from the Institute, where walls enclosed all and facts were plain and evident. All in all these ventures fueled his greed for freedom. It was true most androids quietly schemed their escape, but A7 paid them no mind on most days. But as his need to see the wastes built, he began to listen.
He picked up on whispers of Android Liberation Fronts, Underground Railroads, Freedom Fighters, and others the Institute would deem ne'er do wells. These groups were quickly gaining footing and it became increasingly evident they would soon make a move on the university. And they did, not long after Ace began his planning. They cut power from the Institute, temporarily deactivating their defenses and taking as many androids as they could with them, and Ace made sure he was among them.
On the outside world, so distant from campus, the androids were separated into caravans alongside travelling humans. Some went north north into Maine, a few south into DC and some to Florida, and Ace sent to the deepest west, Nevada, in a caravan owned by a most Crimson group. The road was a harsh one, and Ace was inadept to the cruel wastes. Along the way he lost a hand and an eye, later repaired with scrap parts. But he made himself useful by repairing worn down weaponry until they made it to their stop.
In Nevada it was clear to most where he was going to go, he with as avarice almost toppling his ego. Saving what he could, he made his way into New Vegas’ Strip. He gambled, made a fortune, lost it all, made it again, just to lose it all again. The cycle continued until he gave up and right out left the state in a fit, heading even further west into California.
California was a territory owned primarily by a militaristic group known as the New California Republic, an odd lot with a government in resemblance to the America of old. There he was almost forced into becoming a registered NCR citizen, which he did become after a time. Once registered he made his way towards Vault City, a well regulated town known for its marvellous technology.
There he found work making augments and prosthetics, and the occasional repair. And thus he introduced his own marvellous technology. But word of wonderful android mechanics is as contagious as any cold and the Institute’s bloodhounds were still on their tail. By now they had reclaimed about half of the escaped west-sent androids and with this new information, finding Ace was a simple matter. They had bribed their way into the city and apprehended Ace in the night, not so much as being able to throw a punch in return.
A7 was loaded up with the other androids. It was pretty clear where they were going and would be foolish to attempt escape here, but fate favored Ace on the road back to slavery. Crossing the border back into Nevada the caravan was struck by an incendiary rocket in the arms of a hapless raider and his compatriots.The blast destroyed many of the androids, but by one of life’s cruel miracles Ace was left unharmed. It was an easy dash to freedom at that point, he ran from the caravan and left the rest to fates of their own.
After aimlessly wandering, his sense of direction left him, luck found it that he made it back into California. But now with him was a sense of fear, going back to Vault City was a sketchy idea at best, but in the air was talk of new territories. And it occurred to Ace that the dogs at his tail may not check there. A few long roads, several tired settlements, and one long bridge and he was there, San Francisco. Opportunity seemed abound, rumor of fascinating technology and wealth abound, reminded him much of the tales of New Vegas, and like Vegas it appeared to be drawing the attention of travelers from every corner.
Powers up Pipslut 6500.
Alright, Admins are discussing what to do about Androids. Until then this application is
-Pending-
**Out of Character**
IGN: thundernuts0606
Age: 19
How did you find us? Random chance?
What Roleplay experience do you have? I've role-played on MC for years...
Define Meta-gaming in your words:Determined
Define Power-gaming in your words:Obsessed
Define God-Modding in your words:Takes the fun out of playing
Did you join our website? I just learned that there is a website.
**In Character**
Name: Thunder
Nickname: (sometimes Captain)
Age: 25
Gender: M
Appearance:(Now Ex) Russian Spec. Ops.
Personality: Hardened veteran, quiet, deep, cold..
In-game RP example: Thunder:"I felt more alone before the war, now I just feel full of regret." Spetnaz Ghost:"There are others out there, there is a chance to repair the world, and undo all that the leaders of the old world made history." Thunder:"They don't need a dog of war to fix up a new world, that's what burned us all in the first place." S. Ghost;"Yes, but now we understand our limits."
Background: Born in the year 2254, in the New Soviet Republic controlled Siberia. Thunder Temnota was a ready recruit to the Red Army, beginning training to become a Spetnaz agent at age six. Thunder graduated the top of his class at the prestigious Red June military academy in Moscow at age eighteen where he entered the Spetnaz as a 1st Lieutenant. 3 hard war and death filled years later, after becoming a Captain, he was commanding an undercover mission to infiltrate San Fransisco and set up a Intel-gathering station, when Central Command in Moscow went dark, and he was cut off in a war-torn hell, with just a few men and little supplies. The men, all being relatively new, did not last long in the harsh waste-lands. Then Thunder was all alone, no one really knows what happened in the years after losing his unit, but now he's back on the surface; still fighting a war inside his mind.
Alrighty, PhD here and let us review your application...
Roleplay experience. Though this isn't that big of a deal, I would like you to go into more depth with what you have done in RP, instead of just saying you have done lots.
Meta and Power gaming definitions, along with god modding, are all off. They aren't exactly close to what definitions we go by. Ours can be found on our enjin page.
--IC--
Name: "Thunder" isn't really a character name. If anything it is more of a nickname. As a human, I would expect him to have an actual name.
Appearance. I am going to need much more detail then this. What is his body build? Is he tall? What color hair does he have? What hairstyle does he have? and the like.
Personality. This also needs much more detail. What makes him different from others?
RP Example. This is more of a conversation. Add much more actions, also make it more fallout related. This also needs to be longer.
Backstory. Where to start.... First off there is almost no established government in the Fallout universe. Though Russia has never really been talked about, it is obvious to say that they odds are can't send a working submarine anywhere. Go into more detail about his life. The backstory should be closer to two paragraphs long. What do you mean by 3 hard war and death filled years? Is the Great War still raging and no one told me? No way could a new government made of random survivors be able to scavenge a submarine, repair it, get a crew who can operate it and gain enough fuel to send it to the U.S of A. Needless to say, if you plan on applying again please make a different character with a different backstory. There is far too much wrong in this one for it to be salvaged. I suggest making this new character born in a place that has a fair amount of lore, so you can go into more detail about his life.
Rules: I suggest reading these, as you seem to be missing something from them.
I wish I had nicer things to say, but this application is...
How did you find us?: Applied for Fallout Reclamation, was accepted, then the project was shut down so I found Brave New World!
What Roleplay experience do you have?: Played several RPG's, Fallout, Skyrim etc, and (Hardcore) RP servers are generally all I play on on MineCraft.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Expecting your character to know something they shouldn't, like OOC Chat
Define Power-gaming in your words: Expecting a character to have a God-like power of Winning every battle, killing every player and Destroying every town.
Define God-Modding in your words: Expecting a character to be almost like a God, with 0 Consent from other players,
**In Character**
Name: John Hitchcock
Nickname: (Optional) Hitchcock
Age:227
Gender:M (Ghoul) Appearance: Long Scraggy Brown Hair (Possibly a Wig) Charred/Leathery skin - peeling, Remnants of a Survivalists Beard, Long Duster Coat, Backpack full of Alcohol Personality:Depressed, Heavy Alcoholic, bleak outlook of the wasteland, Humorous when Inebriated.
In-game RP example: (Include dialog)
*Three Raiders, Two male, One female surround Hitchcock*
Male Raider 1: Hey, you! Split the purse or we split you!
Hitchcock: Do I look like I have any caps to you?
Male Raider 2: You don't look like you don't! Besides you living corpses always have chems or booze!
Hitchcock: Well look, you got me. But i'm not parting with my Whiskey unless this living corpse *Points to self* becomes an inanimate one. I suggest you turn around and carry on your harty business before your buddies are looting your corpses of lead. Not like you would feel any pain? You lousy drug addicts are probably so high on Med-X right now you won't feel pain until it's too late.
Raider 1: We don't need to take this crap from one of you rotting freaks, now give us what you have or die...
*The other Raiders lift up their rifles and aim them at Hitchcock, lightly grasping their triggers*
Female Raider: Waste this freak!
*The raiders don't have time to pull the trigger before Hitchcock grabs the first Raider and uses him as a meat shield from the other two raiders barrage of fire, Hitchcock unholsters his Revolver before firing at and killing the Female Raider. The last raider throws his Hunting Rifle to the floor and runs away to be promptly gunned down by the remaining bullets in the Cylinder of the Modded Six-Shooter.*
Hitchcock: Well that takes care of that...
*He leans down and picks up any alcohol from the Raiders corpses, along with bullets. He then picks up the Hunting Rifle, pulls back the bolt to check it's current ammo. He notices the clip is empty, so he throws the gun to the ground*
Hitchcock: I really need a companion... Maybe one that carries more ammo.
*Continues his journey*
Background: (Be detailed and in-depth. Also explain how you came to be in San Fransisco.)
John Hitchcock was born on June 15th 2052 in England, he was born to a fairly wealthy family however life was simple before moving with his parents to Wyoming in 2065 at the age of 13. A year later he results to petty thievery from the National Guard in order to keep his now struggling family fed. Continues to lay low until 2074, at the age of 22 he makes a name for himself as a drunkard across the area, running into trouble with the National Guard. One night he results to a large bar fight and nearly murdering two other drunkards, resulting in his arrest. He is given a 2 and a half year imprisonment. He is finally let out in early 2077. He revisits his home to find a note from his Parents. The note read:
Dear John,
We are so, so sorry but we had to order ourselves a place in one of these Vault-Tec places. We are no longer in Wyoming. We had no choice but to go, we really did not wan't to leave you behind but we had no choice. We worked something out with the insurance, you're free to keep the house until we return with no charges. Promise us that you will stay out of trouble this time and be home when we are done in those vaults.
*The note goes on*
We love you. Ma 'n Pa. xxxx
John becomes distraught by his parents abandonment and falls into a depression. From hearing the news off prison guards John knew that the war with China could only end in Nuclear Winter, he is forced to accept this Death Sentence and continue to scrounge up what he can around a ruined and crippled Wyoming. In October 2077 the Bombs begin to fall. After saving a wealthy businessman's life from the, at this point uprising, thugs, John manages to secure a place with his family in his fallout shelter. However it is no Vault, John knows the shelter won't save the family or himself and he braces his imminent death.
Somehow John and the family survive the blast, but are highly irradiated, their skin has become a parched, peeling, leather and they are weak. After several weeks eating Rations and Bottled Water, John and the Family open the door to their shelters and embrace the harsh, shell of what that City once was.
20 Years Later
Wyoming becomes infested with the scum of the wasteland, Raiders with the same parched skin as him, Super Mutants with enough strength to destroy bungalows. This was the death of the wealthy Businessman, his wife and infant children. With no other choice but to run John manages to reside with a settlement of Non-Irradiated Vault Dwellers on top of a large Sky-Scraper. He resides there for nearly 50 Years, embracing the discrimination of his horrific looks from what John now had named "Smooth Skins". It was during this time John acknowledged that time made no error for him, and that he was practically immortal to old age. However that was too good to be true when his settlement was attacked by Raiders, the people he respected were slaughtered by these savages, and the ones who had bullied him over the years... well... he didn't care what happened to them. He escapes from the settlement by an ancient Fire Exit.
2279
John made the world his home, living off the land and trying to survive in the wilderness, coming to accept the fact that time can't defeat him. This emotional battle was fought through extensive alcohol use and a No-Mercy regime to raiders. Still continuing to battle the everyday problems of Hunger and Thirst, John travels all across the Colorado scavenging for food and drink and his own suit of Power Armor he spent so long admiring Pre-War. John has spent more than a 100 years alone and upset, and his one biggest wish has been to find a good travel companion, a friend, that wouldn't discriminate him for his looks, and wouldn't be shunned by his personality. With this in mind John tries to hide his deep depression behind a strong belief of humor and wit, and an even stronger barrier of Booze.
After Years of travel across the wastelands John finds himself in the ruins of San Francisco. He admires the city even in it's hollow state. All through his life this was the place he wanted to end up, although never truly knowing why. He has the goal of settling down in the city and making friends, one that is not easily acquired. John learnt about a risk of Ghouls turning Feral, even after killing some himself. He wishes to spend the next few years of his life in peace, accepting his turn to Feral when the time comes...
Thanks for taking the time to read my app. I hope Ghoul Characters are allowed on the server, but if not just let me know and I can write a new app.
Well, let's get reviewing *cracks knuckles*
-Powergaming. The definition you put seems to relate much more to power gaming. We use a different version then some, ours can be found on our Enjin forum rules page.
-Appearance and Personality. I think you should add a bit more to these. How tall is your character? Is he strong? Weak? Fit? Skinny? Same should be said for personality. Though you are really close with both, a tiny bit more information to give a better description of your character.
-RP Example. I would like a bit more action involved in this. Also, the two action parts you have in it involve some traces of powergaming. I.E: *firing it and killing*, *grabs the first raider*, etc...
-Backstory. You mention at one point that he had a suit of power armor. Power armor is extremely difficult to find, not to mention the amount of training required to operate one. You can not have any gear when entering San Francisco, Power armor being one such gear.
-Rules. You seem to have missed something from them. I suggest rereading them.
Hopefully this won't discourage you from reapplying, but if it does I wish you luck on your next endeavor. If you do reapply, then fix all of those and you should be accepted. Until these changes are made you sadly are...
I understand your duress, and there is little in ways of action that I could actively apologize. I could thrust fingers at fellow whitelisters who have sprawled out in inactivity, but it is my blame to take that this was left unattended.
If it is any small consolation, that development of the server, barring some strife, is nearing completion. While it seems your mind is made up, I shall review your app as a matter of principle.
Alright, starting off.
Your terms are solid and expansive, kudos and such.
Appearance is solid, descriptive, gives a fine feel for the character's build. Though I would desire a bit more in ways of his clothing, that is merely personal preference, and not a necessity for acceptance.
RP example is bloody, spiced with fine quality dialogue, and just the perfect tinge of sweet detail. I approve.
The backstory gives a fine feel for what you have represented regarding the personality aspect of your character. I approve.
This application is....
I appreciate your response, though belated, and your kind evaluation. Assuming the server comes up in a timely manner, I'll still be very interested in playing. I was simply surprised at such a wait, as I've come to expect a level of quality from this server team.
**In Character**
Name: John Hitchcock
Nickname: (Optional) Hitchcock
Age:227
Gender:M (Ghoul) Appearance: 5ft,10", Scrawny, Very Weak from High Radiation exposure. Long Scraggy Brown Hair (Possibly a Wig) Charred/Leathery skin - peeling, Remnants of a Survivalists Beard, Long Duster Coat, Backpack full of Alcohol Personality:Depressed, Heavy Alcoholic, bleak outlook of the wasteland, Humorous when Inebriated, Can generally be found wherever Alcohol is, Hates Chems, Can come across as quite distant but once trust is earned can be friendly and helpful. Difficult to focus, Despises most forms of Evil but can't help sympathizing for why it's done. Will not double-cross a friend.
In-game RP example: (Include dialog)
*Three Raiders, Two male, One female surround Hitchcock*
Male Raider 1: Hey, you! Split the purse or we split you!
Hitchcock: Do I look like I have any caps to you?
Male Raider 2: You don't look like you don't! Besides you living corpses always have chems or booze!
Hitchcock: Well look, you got me. But i'm not parting with my Whiskey unless this living corpse *Points to self* becomes an inanimate one. I suggest you turn around and carry on your harty business before your buddies are looting your corpses of lead. Not like you would feel any pain? You lousy drug addicts are probably so high on Med-X right now you won't feel pain until it's too late.
Raider 1: We don't need to take this crap from one of you rotting freaks, now give us what you have or die...
*The other Raiders lift up their rifles and aim them at Hitchcock, lightly grasping their triggers*
Female Raider: Waste this freak!
*The raiders don't have time to pull the trigger before Hitchcock attempts to grab the first Raider and use him as a shield from the other two raiders barrage of fire, he barely manages to grab him as the Raiders empty their clips at the now lifeless corpse. Hitchcock unholsters his Revolver before firing at and trying to kill the Female Raider eventually he succeeds. He then takes a leap towards a small concrete pillar while being fired at by the final raider, John comes out of cover several times and tries to retaliate the raider, but can't even pull off a shot. Eventually the last raider throws his Hunting Rifle to the floor and runs away while being shot at by the remaining bullets in the Cylinder of the Modded Six-Shooter.*
Hitchcock: Well that takes care of that...
*He leans down and picks up any alcohol from the Raiders corpses, along with bullets. He then picks up the Hunting Rifle, pulls back the bolt to check it's current ammo. He notices the clip is empty, so he throws the gun to the ground*
*He takes out a large bottle of Tequila from his backpack and takes a long swig from the bottle, after drinking it dry he throws it back towards the now lifeless raiders*
Hitchcock: You picked the wrong career in this hellhole world.
*As he walks away his backpack chimes the sound of several bottles of Alcohol clashing against one another, He kneels down and opens the backpack, he picks out some old Microfusion Cells and Energy Cells, he throws them to the floor.*
Hitchcock: I really need a companion... Maybe one that carries more ammo. still, not like I'm ever gonna use that energy crap anyway.
*Continues his journey*
Background: (Be detailed and in-depth. Also explain how you came to be in San Fransisco.)
John Hitchcock was born on June 15th 2052 in England, he was born to a fairly wealthy family however life was simple before moving with his parents to Wyoming in 2065 at the age of 13. A year later he results to petty thievery from the National Guard in order to keep his now struggling family fed, the items mainly consisted of small boxes of Rations, Munitions to be auctioned to black market dealers, and Medical Equipment sold to flea markets. He Continues to lay low until 2074, at the age of 22 he makes a name for himself as a drunkard across the area, running into trouble with the National Guard. One night he results to a large bar fight and nearly murdering two other drunkards, resulting in his arrest. He is given a 2 and a half year imprisonment. He is finally let out in early 2077. He revisits his home to find a note from his Parents. The note read:
Dear John,
We are so, so sorry but we had to order ourselves a place in one of these Vault-Tec places. We are no longer in Wyoming. We had no choice but to go, we really did not wan't to leave you behind but we had no choice. We worked something out with the insurance, you're free to keep the house until we return with no charges. Promise us that you will stay out of trouble this time and be home when we are done in those vaults.
*The note goes on*
We love you. Ma 'n Pa. xxxx
John becomes distraught by his parents abandonment and falls into a depression. From hearing the news off prison guards John knew that the war with China could only end in Nuclear Winter, he is forced to accept this Death Sentence and continue to scrounge up what he can around a ruined and crippled Wyoming. In October 2077 the Bombs begin to fall. After saving a wealthy businessman's life from the, at this point uprising, thugs, John manages to secure a place with his family in his fallout shelter. However it is no Vault, John knows the shelter won't save the family or himself and he braces his imminent death.
Somehow John and the family survive the blast, but are highly irradiated, their skin has become a parched, peeling, leather and they are weak. After several weeks eating Rations and Bottled Water, John and the Family open the door to their shelters and embrace the harsh, shell of what that City once was.
20 Years Later
Wyoming becomes infested with the scum of the wasteland, Raiders with the same parched skin as him, Super Mutants with enough strength to destroy bungalows. This was the death of the wealthy Businessman, his wife and infant children. With no other choice but to run John manages to reside with a settlement of Non-Irradiated Vault Dwellers on top of a large Sky-Scraper. He resides there for nearly 50 Years, embracing the discrimination of his horrific looks from what John now had named "Smooth Skins". It was during this time John acknowledged that time made no error for him, and that he was practically immortal to old age. However that was too good to be true when his settlement was attacked by Raiders, the people he respected were slaughtered by these savages, and the ones who had bullied him over the years... well... he didn't care what happened to them. He escapes from the settlement by an ancient Fire Exit.
2279
John made the world his home, living off the land and trying to survive in the wilderness, coming to accept the fact that time can't defeat him. This emotional battle was fought through extensive alcohol use and a No-Mercy regime to raiders. Still continuing to battle the everyday problems of Hunger and Thirst, John travels all across the Colorado scavenging for food and drink and his own suit of Power Armor he spent so long admiring Pre-War, He always hoped he would come across some on his travels, after reading magazines about the Armoured Juggernauts fighting in Anchorage. But riches like that were not so easily found. And in his new Ghoul form he was almost far too weak to wear any kind of armour without the proper training, if it could be done at all. John has spent more than a 100 years alone and upset, and his one biggest wish has been to find a good travel companion, a friend, that wouldn't discriminate him for his looks, and wouldn't be shunned by his personality. With this in mind John tries to hide his deep depression behind a strong belief of humor and wit, and an even stronger barrier of Booze.
After Years of travel across the wastelands John finds himself in the ruins of San Francisco. He admires the city even in it's hollow state. All through his life this was the place he wanted to end up, although never truly knowing why. He has the goal of settling down in the city and making friends, one that is not easily acquired. John learnt about a risk of Ghouls turning Feral, even after killing some himself. He wishes to spend the next few years of his life in peace, accepting his turn to Feral when the time comes...
"Powers up Vault Boy 3000"
I hope this is a bit better then my last one :/ Fingers Crossed. Again, if anything isn't up to standard I will be happy to edit it some more.
Well, lets take another look at this application.
-RP example. Though I would like the raiders to have so called "turns" I.E: Them responding to being grabbed, you seem to know that already, so I think the example is fine as it is.
-Backstory. Much better. Sorry if that was what you meant in your first attempt (Him wanting power armor), but it is nice to see the backstory fixed.
Overall, this was a very good application, I hope I am able to RP with your ghoul at some point. I suggest staying tuned to our forums, as in the coming months the server will be released! (Though I believe we are doing a bit of a pre-server fallout RP very soon, as the builders finish building the server)
**Out of Character** IGN: oI_marshal_Io Age: 15 How did you find us? I was searching for a fallout minecraft experience on the forums and come across this forum What Roleplay experience do you have? I have extensive experience on Star Wars: The Old Republic in extremely strict role-playing guilds. Define Meta-gaming in your words: Abusing knowledge of tips and tricks in games for personal gain Define Power-gaming in your words: Doing everything necessary to get to the next objective in the least amount of time with the most gain Define God-Modding in your words: Using third party modifications and such to give a player an unfair advantage over other players. Did you join our website? No
**In Character** Name: Marshal Nickname: (Optional) Age: 19 Gender: M (Human) Appearance: 5'6", Brown Hair, Caucasian, very short beard, no mustache, Black irises in eyes, 3 fingers on each hand, wears NCR Ranger Veteran armor as a testament to his service to the rangers and has a pack filled with Steady and Whiskey. Personality: Only in things for the money, rides solo, dislikes most other people, only thinks things are worth it if there are caps in it for him or if it benefits the NCR. Heavy alcoholic, he has an addiction to Steady (May be the cause of his excellent marksmanship)and he has no more family in the west, so he is trying to make a name for himself. In-game RP example: *The NCR troopers approach Marshal, arms outstretched.* "Marshal! We never thought we'd see you again after our convoy was attacked by the legion in the Mojave! How have things been?" *Marshal, very P.O.ed with the troopers, Namely Aron, Johnny, and Charlie, replied with a snarl.* "What the hell is wrong with you guys? Once you realized we'd been set up, you guys booked, and i was forced to fight my way out of the ambush by myself!" *Charlie looked taken aback.* "What do you mean? you went to far from the group, and they identified you as an easier kill. Thats not our fault, you knew you were supposed to stick with the group." *Marshal punched Charlie in the face* "Just shut your trap and point me toward the barracks. A lot has changed in the years i was gone." *Aron stepped in towards marshal.* "We gonna have a problem?" *Aron swung his arm towards marshal, and Marshal caught his arm and twisted it behind aron's back.* "We already do." - scene - Background: Marshal was born and raised in San Fransisco and has a long history of service to the NCR in his family, as well as a knack for tracking and shooting passed down by generations of bounty hunting in his family. He was accepted into the NCR at the age of 13 as a sharpshooter due to his excellent marksmanship, and was inducted into the Rangers, presumedly posthumously, at the age of 17 due to his heroism in protecting his convoy of arms when it was attacked by a legion ambush outside of New Vegas, Nevada, in order for the convoy to escape. Though he was given NCR Ranger Veteran armor for extra protection as their sharpshooter in the convoy. He came back to San Fransisco with a caravan from the Crimson Caravan Company bringing news to the NCR command with news from Hoover Dam.
Good evening Mr. oI_marshal_Io, I'll be reviewing your application today.
Definitions: All three of them are wrong, unfortunately Though, if you look on our website, you'll find some basic ideas of the definitions. Remember not to copy them, but put them in your own words!
Appearance: Though I like some of it, I find it odd how he wears NCR ranger armor, as that would signify him as probable NCR and most likely get him killed. And with your three fingers, it's awfully hard to grasp a rifle and fire, or really anything.
Personality: This seems like your generic, lone ranger, addicted to drugs, no family, dislikes people. Some more variety would help.
RP Example: This is one of your biggest things in your application, next to your Biography. It shows how your character reacts to situations. In your RP example, there should be action as well as talking, in the turn-based type of way the server will be RPing fights. Doing *Punches Charlie in the face* would be considered Power-Gaming, as there is no attempt. This includes the rest of your actions, such as the grabbing his arm and twisting it back. There should be movement from both parties, including failed attempts. And why has he been gone for years when the Legion caravan attack happened maybe a day ago? This contradicts it's self. Please fix this.
Biography: Right off the bat, I notice that it's way too short. Another thing is that the NCR is not in San Francisco at this time, and hasn't been. Your family could not have been in the NCR unless they just moved to San Francisco. Bounty hunting is also a very dangerous job, and you wouldn't be doing it in the NCR especially. Shooting and tracking skills don't get passed down generation to generation either. They are acquired skills that you have to train in order to possess. On the next area, you cannot join the NCR at 13, even if you have superior marksmanship, which is doubtful at 13. And it takes years upon years of training to join the Rangers, not just for protecting his convoy outside of New Vegas, where a Legion ambush would not happen due to it being in Mr. House's and the NCR's area. The Legion isn't that stupid. And with the NCR Ranger Vet. armor, you must be very, VERY distinguished to even look at that, let alone get a set for extra protection. Also, in NCR convoys, there are no sharpshooters. It's a squad, or platoon if the convoy is long enough, commanded by a sergeant or officer, with the men around it, all having equal jobs. Please fix this part, or take it out. Moving on to the last bit, what NCR command is there in San Francisco? This is out of the New California area, and would have NCR there. There are also some things you never mentioned that is in your personality, such as: When did he get out of the NCR and why? Why is he addicted to steady? Why does he only have 3 fingers on each hand?
And remember: Don't forget the rules!
Until then:
Good evening Mr. oI_marshal_Io, I'll be reviewing your application today.
Definitions: All three of them are wrong, unfortunately Though, if you look on our website, you'll find some basic ideas of the definitions. Remember not to copy them, but put them in your own words!
Appearance: Though I like some of it, I find it odd how he wears NCR ranger armor, as that would signify him as probable NCR and most likely get him killed. And with your three fingers, it's awfully hard to grasp a rifle and fire, or really anything.
Personality: This seems like your generic, lone ranger, addicted to drugs, no family, dislikes people. Some more variety would help.
RP Example: This is one of your biggest things in your application, next to your Biography. It shows how your character reacts to situations. In your RP example, there should be action as well as talking, in the turn-based type of way the server will be RPing fights. Doing *Punches Charlie in the face* would be considered Power-Gaming, as there is no attempt. This includes the rest of your actions, such as the grabbing his arm and twisting it back. There should be movement from both parties, including failed attempts. And why has he been gone for years when the Legion caravan attack happened maybe a day ago? This contradicts it's self. Please fix this.
Biography: Right off the bat, I notice that it's way too short. Another thing is that the NCR is not in San Francisco at this time, and hasn't been. Your family could not have been in the NCR unless they just moved to San Francisco. Bounty hunting is also a very dangerous job, and you wouldn't be doing it in the NCR especially. Shooting and tracking skills don't get passed down generation to generation either. They are acquired skills that you have to train in order to possess. On the next area, you cannot join the NCR at 13, even if you have superior marksmanship, which is doubtful at 13. And it takes years upon years of training to join the Rangers, not just for protecting his convoy outside of New Vegas, where a Legion ambush would not happen due to it being in Mr. House's and the NCR's area. The Legion isn't that stupid. And with the NCR Ranger Vet. armor, you must be very, VERY distinguished to even look at that, let alone get a set for extra protection. Also, in NCR convoys, there are no sharpshooters. It's a squad, or platoon if the convoy is long enough, commanded by a sergeant or officer, with the men around it, all having equal jobs. Please fix this part, or take it out. Moving on to the last bit, what NCR command is there in San Francisco? This is out of the New California area, and would have NCR there. There are also some things you never mentioned that is in your personality, such as: When did he get out of the NCR and why? Why is he addicted to steady? Why does he only have 3 fingers on each hand?
And remember: Don't forget the rules!
Until then:
DENIED
Thank you for your criticism! I think at this point im going to scrap pretty much everything... expect a new application from me in about 3 to 4 days. Ima go to work on it and make sure its flawless
What Roleplay experience do you have? Fallout: Wasteland Legends, Fallout: Sins Of Our Fathers, Fallout: Wild Wasteland, Fallout: Anchorage Alaska,
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Metagaming is taking ooc information and using it IC
Define Power-gaming in your words:Power gaming is doing unrealistic things in rp or not allowing another to respond to them
Define God-Modding in your words: God Modding is pretty much modifying your character to be a "God" Did you join our website? I will in a moment
**In Character**
Name: Valryc Blackheart
Nickname: (Optional) Valryc
Age: 31
Gender: Male
Appearance: Large | 6,1 | Muscular | Bulky | Combat Knife on the Hip side of his left outer pant leg, Dirty Military Looking String Lace Boots, Green Undershirt, Wear'ing A Greenish/Brownish Hoody,
Personality:
In-game RP example: (Include dialog)
Valryc: "Nice day isent it?" Blade: "Yeah its pretty nice" Looks around at the wasteland and deserted broken down buildings Valryc: "Bit of a mess though I'd have to say" Blade: " Yeah... But its because of the old wars" Valryc: "Our old fathers ashes" Sighs slightly for a moment then looks back at Blade "Damn shame" Blade: "Ever think what the world used to be like?" Valryc: "Sometimes, But we are here now" Blade: "Yeah I guess" Looks down at a small rock by his foot and pushes it slightly "What a weird world it must have been" Valryc: "Yeah, To bad." Blade: "To bad what?" Looks at Valryc Valryc: "To bad War. War never changes." Blade: "Went from swords to guns though... It did change, What are you talking about?" Looks at Valryc curiously Valryc: "Shut up"
Background: (Be detailed and in-depth. Also explain how you came to be in San Fransisco.)
Valryc was a simple boy, Did what he was told, Followed what he was told, Always tried to think “Outside the box” but either way or kept on doing what he was told, To him there was not really such thing as “Good” or “Bad” because to him, Each side had its own story. So he lived his life, Took his hits, His bruise’s, Knew for the most part what he would be facing next and prepared for it. He was simply a normal person, nothing to it but just normal. He was born and raised in a Vault, Taught through Vault Tec education and obeyed and believed most of it, He was taught to be a member of the Vault security team, No real training. Shot a few bullets on some practise targets here and there, Held a 10mm. Pulled it out and flashed it around to scare some trouble making kids here and there, Course he was only in it for a year, By the time he hit 20 He was elected Head Security, Walked around did his duty. Had about twenty other Security guards in the massive 999 person Vault.As he aged up by the time he hit 23, Power struggle for the Overseer started to begin. Everybody knew the Overseer was growing old and would eventually die within a couple of years. So all of the power hungry Vault dwellers sprang into action spreading rumors and lies trying to become the most liked in the Vault, Most Vaults from what everybody read the Daughter or Son of the Overseer would get the position but our Vault, The Overseer didn’t have children. Throughout the next couple years a man by the name of Dan Dufont had been elected Overseer, And he was not fit for the job he was purely elected because people “Liked Him” So Valryc decided within the next year at age 26 he needed to leave, And of course as Head of security it wasn’t to Difficult, He took sunglass’s food water and entered the code’s to open the door when everybody was asleep, Of course it woke them all up but by the time they would have realized he was gone he would be far away from the Vault.The First steps outside the Vault were cold. Dirty steps, Felt very UN comfortable and harsh, But he met up into a town by the name of Calco Republic. Which they led him to the DC Capital Wasteland. Who as he realized was the worst place on earth then was told by a man running a River boat to go to San Francisco, And after long, long days of work and travelling to survive. He ended up in San Francisco, Looking around it didn’t seem to bad. But god knows what’s here from what he’s seen in other places, And who knows what he might encounter.
Powers up Vault Boy 3000
How did you find us? I was browsing the Minecraft Forums whilst looking for a new role-play server and I came across this one. I tend to take a liking to Fallout themed role-play servers, so this one caught my eyes.
What Roleplay experience do you have? I have played on many fallout RP servers and a few generic Roleplay servers that didn't really qualify for my specific needs as to Roleplaying. It's safe to say that I've played on some decent role-play servers and I have a good amount of experience.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: To use any information you gained OOC, like from skype or anywhere else and to use it in character, when in reality, your character has not actually been taught this information.
Define Power-gaming in your words: To take control of an RP fight, or situation by completely eliminating all odds, and making yourself a complete god over everyone else. Example- *Kain swings his sword and slashes the man 58 times, giving him no chance to even blink*
Define God-Modding in your words: Although it is quite similar to Power-Gaming, it still goes along it's own line. Basically it means that someone's character has the ability to do anything to any extent, and when fighting, most moves against them are dodged or very edgy and misleading.
Did you join our website? Not yet, but I plan to join the Website, as I do have an account linked and joining is easily done in a short period of time.
**In Character**
Name: Kain Adeles
Nickname: Kain
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Appearance: 6'3", 198lbs. Kain is seemingly tall and for the most part he is calm. His shiny golden hair pierces eyes and not literally, but emotionally. Kain wears proper clothing that covers him from neck to toe and a vest that is sure to protect from a small fall or scratch. He wears leather boots with iron platings at the heels and top rim, to protect from minor slashes at the feet. Aqua coloured eyes and soft lips that never kiss and tell, nor speak a lie unless need be. Broad, muscular shoulders and arms. Very Handsome.
Personality: Seemingly Calm, can control his anger to a certain point. Overly nice and caring about certain people. Brave and bold about everything.
In-game RP example: *Kain fondles his Knife a bit as he walks through the ruins, stepping over stones and large brick-like material, he looks into the sky as he passes his right hand under his hair, removing sweat particles. He continues to walk onward, looking for lights and any possible cities amongst the large ruined area*
*CRASH* *A giant brick falls from the roof of a building, Kain is quick to jump out of the way, thrusting himself into a pile of brown substance and mold*
*Kain peers around, and stands to his feet only to realize that he had landed in some sort of waste that had been excreted from the bowels of a small animal*
*Squeak Squeak* *Rats of all sizes come running out of holes and under brick-land formations and dart towards Kain*
*Kain is quick to unsheathe his Knife and swing at the larger rats, as he makes haste to run and avoid contact with the others*
*A man comes from behind a building of rubble and pulls out a revolving pistol, aiming towards the rats and shoots them, with accuracy that Kain has not seen before*
*Kain walks over to the man, with his knife still tightly gripped in his hand*
"Don't be afraid, boy!" *The man laughs as he puts his pistol at his side*
"H-Hello, thank you for helping me back there" *Kain replies to the man*
"No worries, do you not carry a pistol to defend yourself, young lad?" *The man asks*
"I don't have any goods to trade for a pistol, I barely have any food or clean water" *Kain replies*
*The man reaches into his backpack and pulls out a water bottle and an apple, and hands them to Kain*
"Thank you, sir" *Kain says to the man, as he turns towards the direction he was heading*
"Take care, don't get yourself into any trouble out there!" *The man yells to Kain, as they both depart*
Background: A young boy named Kain fended for himself in the wastelands, which were a short distance away from most ruined cities surrounding. Kain was born upon the wicked cruel wastelands from which his parents moved in hopes of practice and wanting to express the open religion. His parents were unknown to him, and he was left in a small blanket and a carved boat-like structure made from metal and vines that winded together into a strong material. He was found by a group of raiders in the forest who didn't have any intention on killing him because they knew he was alone, and that no one wanted him. They figured that they could train him as he got older to be a mercenary like them. A certain wrong-doing was caused by Kain, when a few prisoners at a small slave camp in the wasteland were let loose. With immediate action and haste, this lead to quick dismissal. Kain was sent off into the wasteland at a young age of 8.
Kain was just left for dead.
Kain was probably one of the first people to live in the deserted lands at such a young age. After being brought up into a life of crime and misery, hate and sorrow and murder, all of which affected his life. Kain turned out to be fine, except for some minor flaws though he still had the passion in him to kill, something inside him just made him want to kill. Kain does everything he can to let out his anger on things that aren't living, but he can't seem to let go of the past, all of the things that the mercenaries did to people, whether it be robbing them or beating them, he wanted to do to everyone else. Kain was able to hold back all anger inside, and able to control all feelings or emotions about being a mercenary.
Roughly 8 years later
Such a sorrowful child Kain was as he lived a cruel childhood out in the wasteland alone. 8 Years had passed, all that time alone in the forests changed Kain and he was no longer the same. But the changed Kain was anew. He was better in every way. He learned how to control all signs of anger and all feelings, he was so nice and calm but a slight hint of sarcasm lies within him. Kain was wandering through the dense ruins, on a valiant venture sought out to find shelter, safety, fresh food and water. The ruins supplies were so scarce. Kain came across something he hadn't seen in what seemed to be the longest time; a small city nearly a 2 days walk away. Upon entering the ruined city he was stopped by three men in full combat suits with rifles that extended down to their feet.
"H-Hello" Kain says to the men.
"Halt Outsider, what business do you have sneaking around the outskirts of our city?!" The tallest one responds.
"I have been in the ruins for 8 years, food supplies are running scarce, p-please I don't want to hurt anyone." Kain responds.
The tallest one, now seeming to be the leader, Responds: "Fair enough, hand over your knife and any other weapons you might have on you."
*Kain slowly removes his weapons, placing them on the ground, and stepping around them*
Kain wandered into the ruined city as he was allowed to go past the guards who stood their ground at the entrance. After only a few weeks and great amounts of gratitude towards the small village, Kain was unsatisfied. No matter how much fresh water and baked food he had, it wasn't satisfying enough. He needed a better place to live, he packed his things and visited the Forge in the city. Kain was quick to grab his things from the locker with his name labeled on it. He made way towards the entrance and entered into the scarce wasteland again as he felt that burst of light beam on him through the tall trees, he felt back in place...but not quite.
Kain headed west of the ruined city with his given compass of course and he set off, looking for a new place to call home. He had heard of San Francisco, that the lands were better there. The wastelands were scarce most of the time, but people passed by him on a day by day basis and he met so many new people that were just as nice as him, few of these people were torn and wretched but he was able to fend off. All he wanted was peace in the wastelands. That was something he questioned every day; Whether he would obtain what he desired most, or let it slip through his fingers and forget all about it and try to move on. Kain pressed on towards San Francisco as he continued to seek for true justice and a functional society in which he could fit in with.
Thank you for taking the time to read my application, and I hope to see some of you on the server!
Goodmorning Mr. Blade1212, I'll be your reviewer for today.
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OOC
Everything looks OK, the definitions could use a little work though.
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IC Name: Valryc is not a common name used in the Fallout Universe. Please change this. Apperance/Personality: Your apperance needs to describe how your character looks, not just the clothes he wears. What's his hair color? Is he Caucasian or African, or maybe Hispanic? And remember, that combat knife you have on your hip you will not be allowed to have in game, unless you make an application for it, or it's approved by an admin. And where's your personality? You need this badly. RP Example: This needs action. It needs to show how you fight, not just some dialogue.
Biography: Your biography doesn't seem much like a biography, rather a bunch of short sentences from a time-line jumbled together. And who were his parents? How was he raised? Remember, in the Vault you must take the GOAT to be put in a job place. Maybe you can say more about this? You have to remember that after they take the GOAT and get their job, they're trained heavily in it to be sure they don't screw up. And usually, you don't get just promoted to Head of Security for a large vault like that within 6 years. Also, with leaving the vault, how can he just get up and leave? You need the Vault Overseer's password, or an override code. And didn't he take any weapons when he left? Continuing on, where was the Vault? Who were the Calco Republic? If you're going to use a faction from another server, please give us a little information on them. Why did they take you to DC, and how? As well as why would the man tell him to go to San Francisco? Another problem that I see arise is time. How long did it take him to get to DC to San Francisco? Remember, you left the Vault at 26 and you're 31.
Another thing is that I don't like how many bans and problems you've called in the past on other servers, as well as how you change your age a lot. (MC bans, previous forums posts, etc. They come back to haunt you.)
And what really hurts your chances right now is your previous troll app. We take that stuff very, very seriously and dislike troll apps. We are a serious RP server. In light of recent reading, you were denied permanently. Please take this up with the admins of the server to be allowed to make another app.
Until then:
Good evening, Mr. Adventurepoo!
Good app, but I dislike the part with being left in the Wasteland at 8 and surviving. The Wastes are a harsh place. I just can't see an 8 year old surviving in the Wasteland.
And don't forget to read those rules!
Until then:
Hey, so I decided I would go ahead and try again... I'm applying early, I know, I'm a filthy liar **Out of Character**
IGN: oI_marshal_Io
Age: 15
How did you find us? I was searching for a fallout minecraft experience on the forums and come across this forum
What Role-play experience do you have? I have extensive experience on Star Wars: The Old Republic in extremely strict role-playing guilds.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Using knowledge that you learned out of character (that your character should by all means be oblivious to) for in character use. E.G. Learning the location of a new or overpowered weapon and immediately heading there in-game. Define Power-gaming in your words: Using actions in game that don’t give other players a chance to react in role-play situations. E.G. using actions such as *Punched character in head. * When the action should be *Punches at characters head * in order to give the other player a chance to react in a fight.
Define God-Modding in your words: Cheating in one way or another to make your self god-like in game. E.G. Giving yourself infinity damage, making yourself invincible, etc.
Did you join our website? Please respond whether or not I need to in order to be accepted.
**In Character**
Name: Marshal
Nickname: M
Age: 19
Gender: M (Human)
Appearance: 5'6", Brown Hair, Caucasian, very short beard, no mustache, Black irises in eyes, 3 fingers on left hand, left handed, raspy voice, wears reinforced combat armor as a testament to his hard years of combat experience, and has a pack filled with cigarettes and Whiskey.
Personality: Only in things for the money, rides with crew of 3 (total) bounty hunters, dislikes most other people, only thinks things are worth it if there are caps in it for him or if it benefits his crew. Heavy alcoholic, he has an addiction to cigarettes (May be the cause of his raspy voice) due to his constantly using it at a young age to calm his queasy stomach while hunting radscorpions, mole rats, and other varmints. He has no more family in the west, so he is trying to make a name for himself. While in New Vegas, he saw things that should not be seen by anybody, and it really troubled him. He was sober up until he saw a Crimson Caravan Company Caravan get completely wiped off the map by a couple Fiends using a Fat Man, and turned to liquor in order to keep the memory of it down.
In-game RP example: *The Raider, having marshal pinned, attempts to shoot him. * *Marshal ducks his head swiftly, and then turns around and swings at the raider with a closed fist. * *The raider saw the blow coming to late, and the blow connects. * “Guess you should’ve thought this through, shouldn’t you? Stay down, or you’ll definitely regret it.” *The second raider steps in with an uppercut towards marshals chin. * *The blow connects, and marshal staggers back.* *The raider kicks at marshals stomach* *Marshal catches his foot, and tries to twist it to the side.* *He succeeds and the raider flips onto his stomach on the ground. * “Same goes for you, buddy.” *Marshal picks up his pack from where he dropped it a few yards away, and he heads off into the distance. - scene -
Background: Marshal was born and raised in San Francisco and has a long history of bounty hunting in his family, as well as a wealth of tracking and shooting knowledge passed down by generations of bounty hunting in his family. His father, who grew up in a vault, gave a vault boy to marshal on his 10th birthday. He hunted varmints since he was young with a varmint rifle he got on his 13th birthday, and was first noticed by a bounty Hunter by the name of Michael when he was seventeen during one of Marshals hunts to make extra cash for his family. Marshal made an amazingly long shot, about one hundred yards, with a hunting rifle, and Michael immediately knew he could use Marshal in his bounty hunting crew. Marshal left with Michael for New Vegas on a bounty at about the same time that his parents left for the east. The bounty they have been tracking since they left for New Vegas has relocated to San Francisco, and Marshal has his differences with the other bounty hunters over whether or not they should give up on this bounty. Marshal was the only one of the crew of three who came to San Francisco because he was the only one who believed they could collect it.
Marshal has had a long history of run-ins and confrontations with the various gangs of San Francisco, including the Shi. He is very proud of the fact that he is wanted by the NCR just from his short time in the Mojave, and hopes to one day be known throughout the west as the most successful and troublesome bounty hunter since the great war. While near New Vegas, Marshal picked up a marksman carbine in Vault 34, and is now pursued by the NCR for taking potshots at caravans owned by the Crimson Caravan Company with his new weapon. He came to San Francisco not only to pursue the bounty but also to get a break from the relentless pursuit of the NCR. While in San Francisco, Marshal plans on visiting the various vaults in the area and also hopes to improve his reputation with some of the local settlements in order to make sure the residents are willing to help with information on future bounties in the area. He will take it all one step at a time.
How did you find us?: i was checking others characters on enjin and checked websites and RP-Craft was there.
What Roleplay experience do you have?: For a 1-100 It would be 98
Define Meta-gaming in your words:
It is using things you heard OOC in RP, you must hear it in RP first to talk about it or anything in RP about it. It effects because you have never heard of them/it in your RP character.
Define Power-gaming in your words: When you over-power your person
and do un-reasonable things. It just makes it Not fun... and people can die in it when they don't wanna loose their RP character
Define God-Modding in your words: Overpowering your person WAAYYY More than Power-Gaming, as in giving him super-powers or something like that.
**In Character**
Name: Devin Calern
Nickname: (Optional)
Age: 11
Gender: Male
Appearance: A hoodie and a Bandana.
Personality: Nice, Smart, Good-Runner, Fun.
In-game RP example: Lets say, someone got hurt. Me: -Sees- Me: Do you need help? Them: Yeah Me:-Helps them up and sees injury- Your hurt!
Them: Its just a Scratch. Me: We needa stop the bleeding! Them: Got anything to wrap around it? Me: Yeah, -Grabs out a piece of cloth and wraps it around injured spot- Them: Thanks! Me: No problem!
Background: First off, i was at my house in california. I was outside, running for fun and then i saw a thing, coming my way! it looked like a nuke, so i warned my family and ran. Everyone was getting into the bomb shelter, but i was to late. I started running and found another safe bomb shelter and got into it, this one was empty. After the nuke, i got out and started running and when i was running, i found some gear that could help me survive. Later, i found a sign that said "San Francisco" and i kept going till i found a lighter, then i kept going and found the coast of San-Francisco (That is where server join is)
Age:16
How did you find us? minecraftforum.net
What Roleplay experience do you have? Participated in a couple of role play servers and played fallout 3 and fallout new vegas intensively
Define Meta-gaming in your words: cheating by using knowledge your character shouldn't have
Define Power-gaming in your words: being bad at roleplaying. and being really annoying
Define God-Modding in your words: mods are stupid and should not be used.
Did you join our website? nope
**In Character**
Name: Kate
Nickname: (Optional)
Age: 18
Gender:female
Appearance:5'8" Brunette with blues eyes, caucasian
Personality: quiet but intelligent. enjoys listening over speaking
In-game RP example: (Include dialog)
Time: 3:18 P.M.
Location: 27 miles South of Columbus.
As you're walking north along a desolate highway to a few hundred meters ahead you can see 2 large black birds circling in the sky, to the east a few miles off large thunderheads can be seen. Hopeful to avoid the storm you begin to walk a bit more briskly scanning your area to find shelter from the rain. You observe a small light grey smoke plume coming from the median of the highway only a couple hundred meters away. Before approaching the scene you take a quick look in your bag (below is a list of your items). As you approach the scene you can see that it is a Summit Trading Company Caravan that has been hit, the merchant lies dead near a slaughtered Brahman blood covers his clothing and a box of items is scattered near him. Of the two guards, one lies near a jersey barrier; empty shell casings from the cowboy repeater are scattered around the body. The other guard is struggling to pull himself upright using the one of the carts wheels, his leg has been blown off below the shin and is now nothing but a bloody mix of singed skin and asphalt.
Bag contents:
1x 10mm Pistol
7x 10mm Pistol rounds
1x bottle of dirty water
2x mentants
1x Salisbury steak
1x Squirrel on a stick
1x small radio (working)
1x stimpak
1x Half-used first aid kit (missing supplies)
What do you do?:
Upon spotting the wounded caravaneer, I approach softly not wanting to startle him. I tell him my name and ask if I can help him. Since he has no other option he is inclined to say yes. I begin telling him that I have clean up the wound before I can bandage it. I find a bottle of vodka among the merchandise the Brahmin was carrying. I slowly pour it onto his wounds. He handles it well and I tear off a piece of an undershirt off his merchant. I cover his wounded leg in it and use a belt to keep it together. I mover him underneath the shade of the cart to get him out of the sun. I tell him to rest as I turn on my radio, prepare some food and sort through the wreckage. I break some of the wood of the cart and make a crutch for him to use. I figured I stick with him long enough to get him to civilization. Once I've through helping him out I head off on my own once again.
Background: (Be detailed and in-depth. Also explain how you came to be in San Fransisco
Kate was born in Lake Tahoe, Nevada, well at least what was left of it. Old world pictures had been found of the beautiful blue water of lake Tahoe. Kate used to dream of going back in time and swimming in the pure water. Although quite the dreamer Kate was a hard worker. Her parents were of few that remained in the city. They farmed for their food and it gave Kate a sense of work ethic. Life was rather quiet for her with the occasional mole rat getting into the crops. Her father taught her at a young age how to wield a gun. When Kate was 16 years of age a group of raiders known as the fiends came scavenging through lake Tahoe. Her parents were brutally mutilated and the image still haunts her today. She waited a week for the raiders to leave town and began to pack up supplies and head on out of lake Tahoe, for she was the last person residing in the area. She knew the old highway would be bound to have a caravan run through it. So she waited three long days until one finally showed up. She found it easy to convince them to take her along. She continued to travel east with hopes of someday reaching San Francisco. Her parents had told her the place was preserved and civilization was thriving there. It sounded like a fairy tale place to her, thinking her parents were just trying to give her hope in her life. She travelled with caravans until she arrived in San Francisco which is where this story begins...
Alright, Admins are discussing what to do about Androids. Until then this application is
-Pending-
Alrighty, PhD here and let us review your application...
Roleplay experience. Though this isn't that big of a deal, I would like you to go into more depth with what you have done in RP, instead of just saying you have done lots.
Meta and Power gaming definitions, along with god modding, are all off. They aren't exactly close to what definitions we go by. Ours can be found on our enjin page.
--IC--
Name: "Thunder" isn't really a character name. If anything it is more of a nickname. As a human, I would expect him to have an actual name.
Appearance. I am going to need much more detail then this. What is his body build? Is he tall? What color hair does he have? What hairstyle does he have? and the like.
Personality. This also needs much more detail. What makes him different from others?
RP Example. This is more of a conversation. Add much more actions, also make it more fallout related. This also needs to be longer.
Backstory. Where to start.... First off there is almost no established government in the Fallout universe. Though Russia has never really been talked about, it is obvious to say that they odds are can't send a working submarine anywhere. Go into more detail about his life. The backstory should be closer to two paragraphs long. What do you mean by 3 hard war and death filled years? Is the Great War still raging and no one told me? No way could a new government made of random survivors be able to scavenge a submarine, repair it, get a crew who can operate it and gain enough fuel to send it to the U.S of A. Needless to say, if you plan on applying again please make a different character with a different backstory. There is far too much wrong in this one for it to be salvaged. I suggest making this new character born in a place that has a fair amount of lore, so you can go into more detail about his life.
Rules: I suggest reading these, as you seem to be missing something from them.
I wish I had nicer things to say, but this application is...
Yeah, I was about to tell you about that
We are pretty up there, in regards to the high quality business, of which a majority is rather sick, and, dare I say it, ill.
But no, our launch is coming in time. Not far off, now that all the suits are properly polished.
Well, let's get reviewing *cracks knuckles*
-Powergaming. The definition you put seems to relate much more to power gaming. We use a different version then some, ours can be found on our Enjin forum rules page.
-Appearance and Personality. I think you should add a bit more to these. How tall is your character? Is he strong? Weak? Fit? Skinny? Same should be said for personality. Though you are really close with both, a tiny bit more information to give a better description of your character.
-RP Example. I would like a bit more action involved in this. Also, the two action parts you have in it involve some traces of powergaming. I.E: *firing it and killing*, *grabs the first raider*, etc...
-Backstory. You mention at one point that he had a suit of power armor. Power armor is extremely difficult to find, not to mention the amount of training required to operate one. You can not have any gear when entering San Francisco, Power armor being one such gear.
-Rules. You seem to have missed something from them. I suggest rereading them.
Hopefully this won't discourage you from reapplying, but if it does I wish you luck on your next endeavor. If you do reapply, then fix all of those and you should be accepted. Until these changes are made you sadly are...
I appreciate your response, though belated, and your kind evaluation. Assuming the server comes up in a timely manner, I'll still be very interested in playing. I was simply surprised at such a wait, as I've come to expect a level of quality from this server team.
Well, lets take another look at this application.
-RP example. Though I would like the raiders to have so called "turns" I.E: Them responding to being grabbed, you seem to know that already, so I think the example is fine as it is.
-Backstory. Much better. Sorry if that was what you meant in your first attempt (Him wanting power armor), but it is nice to see the backstory fixed.
Overall, this was a very good application, I hope I am able to RP with your ghoul at some point. I suggest staying tuned to our forums, as in the coming months the server will be released! (Though I believe we are doing a bit of a pre-server fallout RP very soon, as the builders finish building the server)
For your app being fixed, I deem you...
IGN: oI_marshal_Io
Age: 15
How did you find us? I was searching for a fallout minecraft experience on the forums and come across this forum
What Roleplay experience do you have? I have extensive experience on Star Wars: The Old Republic in extremely strict role-playing guilds.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Abusing knowledge of tips and tricks in games for personal gain
Define Power-gaming in your words: Doing everything necessary to get to the next objective in the least amount of time with the most gain
Define God-Modding in your words: Using third party modifications and such to give a player an unfair advantage over other players.
Did you join our website? No
**In Character**
Name: Marshal
Nickname: (Optional)
Age: 19
Gender: M (Human)
Appearance: 5'6", Brown Hair, Caucasian, very short beard, no mustache, Black irises in eyes, 3 fingers on each hand, wears NCR Ranger Veteran armor as a testament to his service to the rangers and has a pack filled with Steady and Whiskey.
Personality: Only in things for the money, rides solo, dislikes most other people, only thinks things are worth it if there are caps in it for him or if it benefits the NCR. Heavy alcoholic, he has an addiction to Steady (May be the cause of his excellent marksmanship)and he has no more family in the west, so he is trying to make a name for himself.
In-game RP example: *The NCR troopers approach Marshal, arms outstretched.*
"Marshal! We never thought we'd see you again after our convoy was attacked by the legion in the Mojave! How have things been?"
*Marshal, very P.O.ed with the troopers, Namely Aron, Johnny, and Charlie, replied with a snarl.*
"What the hell is wrong with you guys? Once you realized we'd been set up, you guys booked, and i was forced to fight my way out of the ambush by myself!"
*Charlie looked taken aback.*
"What do you mean? you went to far from the group, and they identified you as an easier kill. Thats not our fault, you knew you were supposed to stick with the group."
*Marshal punched Charlie in the face*
"Just shut your trap and point me toward the barracks. A lot has changed in the years i was gone."
*Aron stepped in towards marshal.*
"We gonna have a problem?"
*Aron swung his arm towards marshal, and Marshal caught his arm and twisted it behind aron's back.*
"We already do."
- scene -
Background: Marshal was born and raised in San Fransisco and has a long history of service to the NCR in his family, as well as a knack for tracking and shooting passed down by generations of bounty hunting in his family. He was accepted into the NCR at the age of 13 as a sharpshooter due to his excellent marksmanship, and was inducted into the Rangers, presumedly posthumously, at the age of 17 due to his heroism in protecting his convoy of arms when it was attacked by a legion ambush outside of New Vegas, Nevada, in order for the convoy to escape. Though he was given NCR Ranger Veteran armor for extra protection as their sharpshooter in the convoy. He came back to San Fransisco with a caravan from the Crimson Caravan Company bringing news to the NCR command with news from Hoover Dam.
Good evening Mr. oI_marshal_Io, I'll be reviewing your application today.
Definitions: All three of them are wrong, unfortunately Though, if you look on our website, you'll find some basic ideas of the definitions. Remember not to copy them, but put them in your own words!
Appearance: Though I like some of it, I find it odd how he wears NCR ranger armor, as that would signify him as probable NCR and most likely get him killed. And with your three fingers, it's awfully hard to grasp a rifle and fire, or really anything.
Personality: This seems like your generic, lone ranger, addicted to drugs, no family, dislikes people. Some more variety would help.
RP Example: This is one of your biggest things in your application, next to your Biography. It shows how your character reacts to situations. In your RP example, there should be action as well as talking, in the turn-based type of way the server will be RPing fights. Doing *Punches Charlie in the face* would be considered Power-Gaming, as there is no attempt. This includes the rest of your actions, such as the grabbing his arm and twisting it back. There should be movement from both parties, including failed attempts. And why has he been gone for years when the Legion caravan attack happened maybe a day ago? This contradicts it's self. Please fix this.
Biography: Right off the bat, I notice that it's way too short. Another thing is that the NCR is not in San Francisco at this time, and hasn't been. Your family could not have been in the NCR unless they just moved to San Francisco. Bounty hunting is also a very dangerous job, and you wouldn't be doing it in the NCR especially. Shooting and tracking skills don't get passed down generation to generation either. They are acquired skills that you have to train in order to possess. On the next area, you cannot join the NCR at 13, even if you have superior marksmanship, which is doubtful at 13. And it takes years upon years of training to join the Rangers, not just for protecting his convoy outside of New Vegas, where a Legion ambush would not happen due to it being in Mr. House's and the NCR's area. The Legion isn't that stupid. And with the NCR Ranger Vet. armor, you must be very, VERY distinguished to even look at that, let alone get a set for extra protection. Also, in NCR convoys, there are no sharpshooters. It's a squad, or platoon if the convoy is long enough, commanded by a sergeant or officer, with the men around it, all having equal jobs. Please fix this part, or take it out. Moving on to the last bit, what NCR command is there in San Francisco? This is out of the New California area, and would have NCR there. There are also some things you never mentioned that is in your personality, such as: When did he get out of the NCR and why? Why is he addicted to steady? Why does he only have 3 fingers on each hand?
And remember: Don't forget the rules!
Until then:
DENIED
IGN: Blade1212
Age: 15
How did you find us? MC Forums
What Roleplay experience do you have? Fallout: Wasteland Legends, Fallout: Sins Of Our Fathers, Fallout: Wild Wasteland, Fallout: Anchorage Alaska,
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Metagaming is taking ooc information and using it IC
Define Power-gaming in your words:Power gaming is doing unrealistic things in rp or not allowing another to respond to them
Define God-Modding in your words: God Modding is pretty much modifying your character to be a "God"
Did you join our website? I will in a moment
**In Character**
Name: Valryc Blackheart
Nickname: (Optional) Valryc
Age: 31
Gender: Male
Appearance: Large | 6,1 | Muscular | Bulky | Combat Knife on the Hip side of his left outer pant leg, Dirty Military Looking String Lace Boots, Green Undershirt, Wear'ing A Greenish/Brownish Hoody,
Personality:
In-game RP example: (Include dialog)
Valryc: "Nice day isent it?"
Blade: "Yeah its pretty nice" Looks around at the wasteland and deserted broken down buildings
Valryc: "Bit of a mess though I'd have to say"
Blade: " Yeah... But its because of the old wars"
Valryc: "Our old fathers ashes" Sighs slightly for a moment then looks back at Blade "Damn shame"
Blade: "Ever think what the world used to be like?"
Valryc: "Sometimes, But we are here now"
Blade: "Yeah I guess" Looks down at a small rock by his foot and pushes it slightly "What a weird world it must have been"
Valryc: "Yeah, To bad."
Blade: "To bad what?" Looks at Valryc
Valryc: "To bad War. War never changes."
Blade: "Went from swords to guns though... It did change, What are you talking about?" Looks at Valryc curiously
Valryc: "Shut up"
Background: (Be detailed and in-depth. Also explain how you came to be in San Fransisco.)
Valryc was a simple boy, Did what he was told, Followed what he was told, Always tried to think “Outside the box” but either way or kept on doing what he was told, To him there was not really such thing as “Good” or “Bad” because to him, Each side had its own story. So he lived his life, Took his hits, His bruise’s, Knew for the most part what he would be facing next and prepared for it. He was simply a normal person, nothing to it but just normal. He was born and raised in a Vault, Taught through Vault Tec education and obeyed and believed most of it, He was taught to be a member of the Vault security team, No real training. Shot a few bullets on some practise targets here and there, Held a 10mm. Pulled it out and flashed it around to scare some trouble making kids here and there, Course he was only in it for a year, By the time he hit 20 He was elected Head Security, Walked around did his duty. Had about twenty other Security guards in the massive 999 person Vault.As he aged up by the time he hit 23, Power struggle for the Overseer started to begin. Everybody knew the Overseer was growing old and would eventually die within a couple of years. So all of the power hungry Vault dwellers sprang into action spreading rumors and lies trying to become the most liked in the Vault, Most Vaults from what everybody read the Daughter or Son of the Overseer would get the position but our Vault, The Overseer didn’t have children. Throughout the next couple years a man by the name of Dan Dufont had been elected Overseer, And he was not fit for the job he was purely elected because people “Liked Him” So Valryc decided within the next year at age 26 he needed to leave, And of course as Head of security it wasn’t to Difficult, He took sunglass’s food water and entered the code’s to open the door when everybody was asleep, Of course it woke them all up but by the time they would have realized he was gone he would be far away from the Vault.The First steps outside the Vault were cold. Dirty steps, Felt very UN comfortable and harsh, But he met up into a town by the name of Calco Republic. Which they led him to the DC Capital Wasteland. Who as he realized was the worst place on earth then was told by a man running a River boat to go to San Francisco, And after long, long days of work and travelling to survive. He ended up in San Francisco, Looking around it didn’t seem to bad. But god knows what’s here from what he’s seen in other places, And who knows what he might encounter.
Powers up Vault Boy 3000
IGN:
Adventurepoo
Age:
16
How did you find us?
I was browsing the Minecraft Forums whilst looking for a new role-play server and I came across this one. I tend to take a liking to Fallout themed role-play servers, so this one caught my eyes.
What Roleplay experience do you have?
I have played on many fallout RP servers and a few generic Roleplay servers that didn't really qualify for my specific needs as to Roleplaying. It's safe to say that I've played on some decent role-play servers and I have a good amount of experience.
Define Meta-gaming in your words:
To use any information you gained OOC, like from skype or anywhere else and to use it in character, when in reality, your character has not actually been taught this information.
Define Power-gaming in your words:
To take control of an RP fight, or situation by completely eliminating all odds, and making yourself a complete god over everyone else.
Example- *Kain swings his sword and slashes the man 58 times, giving him no chance to even blink*
Define God-Modding in your words:
Although it is quite similar to Power-Gaming, it still goes along it's own line. Basically it means that someone's character has the ability to do anything to any extent, and when fighting, most moves against them are dodged or very edgy and misleading.
Did you join our website?
Not yet, but I plan to join the Website, as I do have an account linked and joining is easily done in a short period of time.
**In Character**
Name: Kain Adeles
Nickname: Kain
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Appearance: 6'3", 198lbs. Kain is seemingly tall and for the most part he is calm. His shiny golden hair pierces eyes and not literally, but emotionally. Kain wears proper clothing that covers him from neck to toe and a vest that is sure to protect from a small fall or scratch. He wears leather boots with iron platings at the heels and top rim, to protect from minor slashes at the feet. Aqua coloured eyes and soft lips that never kiss and tell, nor speak a lie unless need be. Broad, muscular shoulders and arms. Very Handsome.
Personality: Seemingly Calm, can control his anger to a certain point. Overly nice and caring about certain people. Brave and bold about everything.
In-game RP example:
*Kain fondles his Knife a bit as he walks through the ruins, stepping over stones and large brick-like material, he looks into the sky as he passes his right hand under his hair, removing sweat particles. He continues to walk onward, looking for lights and any possible cities amongst the large ruined area*
*CRASH* *A giant brick falls from the roof of a building, Kain is quick to jump out of the way, thrusting himself into a pile of brown substance and mold*
*Kain peers around, and stands to his feet only to realize that he had landed in some sort of waste that had been excreted from the bowels of a small animal*
*Squeak Squeak* *Rats of all sizes come running out of holes and under brick-land formations and dart towards Kain*
*Kain is quick to unsheathe his Knife and swing at the larger rats, as he makes haste to run and avoid contact with the others*
*A man comes from behind a building of rubble and pulls out a revolving pistol, aiming towards the rats and shoots them, with accuracy that Kain has not seen before*
*Kain walks over to the man, with his knife still tightly gripped in his hand*
"Don't be afraid, boy!" *The man laughs as he puts his pistol at his side*
"H-Hello, thank you for helping me back there" *Kain replies to the man*
"No worries, do you not carry a pistol to defend yourself, young lad?" *The man asks*
"I don't have any goods to trade for a pistol, I barely have any food or clean water" *Kain replies*
*The man reaches into his backpack and pulls out a water bottle and an apple, and hands them to Kain*
"Thank you, sir" *Kain says to the man, as he turns towards the direction he was heading*
"Take care, don't get yourself into any trouble out there!" *The man yells to Kain, as they both depart*
Background: A young boy named Kain fended for himself in the wastelands, which were a short distance away from most ruined cities surrounding. Kain was born upon the wicked cruel wastelands from which his parents moved in hopes of practice and wanting to express the open religion. His parents were unknown to him, and he was left in a small blanket and a carved boat-like structure made from metal and vines that winded together into a strong material. He was found by a group of raiders in the forest who didn't have any intention on killing him because they knew he was alone, and that no one wanted him. They figured that they could train him as he got older to be a mercenary like them. A certain wrong-doing was caused by Kain, when a few prisoners at a small slave camp in the wasteland were let loose. With immediate action and haste, this lead to quick dismissal. Kain was sent off into the wasteland at a young age of 8.
Kain was just left for dead.
Kain was probably one of the first people to live in the deserted lands at such a young age. After being brought up into a life of crime and misery, hate and sorrow and murder, all of which affected his life. Kain turned out to be fine, except for some minor flaws though he still had the passion in him to kill, something inside him just made him want to kill. Kain does everything he can to let out his anger on things that aren't living, but he can't seem to let go of the past, all of the things that the mercenaries did to people, whether it be robbing them or beating them, he wanted to do to everyone else. Kain was able to hold back all anger inside, and able to control all feelings or emotions about being a mercenary.
Roughly 8 years later
Such a sorrowful child Kain was as he lived a cruel childhood out in the wasteland alone. 8 Years had passed, all that time alone in the forests changed Kain and he was no longer the same. But the changed Kain was anew. He was better in every way. He learned how to control all signs of anger and all feelings, he was so nice and calm but a slight hint of sarcasm lies within him. Kain was wandering through the dense ruins, on a valiant venture sought out to find shelter, safety, fresh food and water. The ruins supplies were so scarce. Kain came across something he hadn't seen in what seemed to be the longest time; a small city nearly a 2 days walk away. Upon entering the ruined city he was stopped by three men in full combat suits with rifles that extended down to their feet.
"H-Hello" Kain says to the men.
"Halt Outsider, what business do you have sneaking around the outskirts of our city?!" The tallest one responds.
"I have been in the ruins for 8 years, food supplies are running scarce, p-please I don't want to hurt anyone." Kain responds.
The tallest one, now seeming to be the leader, Responds: "Fair enough, hand over your knife and any other weapons you might have on you."
*Kain slowly removes his weapons, placing them on the ground, and stepping around them*
Kain wandered into the ruined city as he was allowed to go past the guards who stood their ground at the entrance. After only a few weeks and great amounts of gratitude towards the small village, Kain was unsatisfied. No matter how much fresh water and baked food he had, it wasn't satisfying enough. He needed a better place to live, he packed his things and visited the Forge in the city. Kain was quick to grab his things from the locker with his name labeled on it. He made way towards the entrance and entered into the scarce wasteland again as he felt that burst of light beam on him through the tall trees, he felt back in place...but not quite.
Kain headed west of the ruined city with his given compass of course and he set off, looking for a new place to call home. He had heard of San Francisco, that the lands were better there. The wastelands were scarce most of the time, but people passed by him on a day by day basis and he met so many new people that were just as nice as him, few of these people were torn and wretched but he was able to fend off. All he wanted was peace in the wastelands. That was something he questioned every day; Whether he would obtain what he desired most, or let it slip through his fingers and forget all about it and try to move on. Kain pressed on towards San Francisco as he continued to seek for true justice and a functional society in which he could fit in with.
Thank you for taking the time to read my application, and I hope to see some of you on the server!
~ Adventurepoo ~
Goodmorning Mr. Blade1212, I'll be your reviewer for today.
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OOC
Everything looks OK, the definitions could use a little work though.
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IC
Name: Valryc is not a common name used in the Fallout Universe. Please change this.
Apperance/Personality: Your apperance needs to describe how your character looks, not just the clothes he wears. What's his hair color? Is he Caucasian or African, or maybe Hispanic? And remember, that combat knife you have on your hip you will not be allowed to have in game, unless you make an application for it, or it's approved by an admin. And where's your personality? You need this badly.
RP Example: This needs action. It needs to show how you fight, not just some dialogue.
Biography: Your biography doesn't seem much like a biography, rather a bunch of short sentences from a time-line jumbled together. And who were his parents? How was he raised? Remember, in the Vault you must take the GOAT to be put in a job place. Maybe you can say more about this? You have to remember that after they take the GOAT and get their job, they're trained heavily in it to be sure they don't screw up. And usually, you don't get just promoted to Head of Security for a large vault like that within 6 years. Also, with leaving the vault, how can he just get up and leave? You need the Vault Overseer's password, or an override code. And didn't he take any weapons when he left? Continuing on, where was the Vault? Who were the Calco Republic? If you're going to use a faction from another server, please give us a little information on them. Why did they take you to DC, and how? As well as why would the man tell him to go to San Francisco? Another problem that I see arise is time. How long did it take him to get to DC to San Francisco? Remember, you left the Vault at 26 and you're 31.
Another thing is that I don't like how many bans and problems you've called in the past on other servers, as well as how you change your age a lot. (MC bans, previous forums posts, etc. They come back to haunt you.)
And what really hurts your chances right now is your previous troll app. We take that stuff very, very seriously and dislike troll apps. We are a serious RP server.
In light of recent reading, you were denied permanently. Please take this up with the admins of the server to be allowed to make another app.
Until then:
Good evening, Mr. Adventurepoo!
Good app, but I dislike the part with being left in the Wasteland at 8 and surviving. The Wastes are a harsh place. I just can't see an 8 year old surviving in the Wasteland.
And don't forget to read those rules!
Until then:
**Out of Character**
IGN: oI_marshal_Io
Age: 15
How did you find us? I was searching for a fallout minecraft experience on the forums and come across this forum
What Role-play experience do you have? I have extensive experience on Star Wars: The Old Republic in extremely strict role-playing guilds.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Using knowledge that you learned out of character (that your character should by all means be oblivious to) for in character use.
E.G. Learning the location of a new or overpowered weapon and immediately heading there in-game.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Using actions in game that don’t give other players a chance to react in role-play situations.
E.G. using actions such as *Punched character in head. * When the action should be *Punches at characters head * in order to give the other player a chance to react in a fight.
Define God-Modding in your words: Cheating in one way or another to make your self god-like in game.
E.G. Giving yourself infinity damage, making yourself invincible, etc.
Did you join our website? Please respond whether or not I need to in order to be accepted.
**In Character**
Name: Marshal
Nickname: M
Age: 19
Gender: M (Human)
Appearance: 5'6", Brown Hair, Caucasian, very short beard, no mustache, Black irises in eyes, 3 fingers on left hand, left handed, raspy voice, wears reinforced combat armor as a testament to his hard years of combat experience, and has a pack filled with cigarettes and Whiskey.
Personality: Only in things for the money, rides with crew of 3 (total) bounty hunters, dislikes most other people, only thinks things are worth it if there are caps in it for him or if it benefits his crew. Heavy alcoholic, he has an addiction to cigarettes (May be the cause of his raspy voice) due to his constantly using it at a young age to calm his queasy stomach while hunting radscorpions, mole rats, and other varmints. He has no more family in the west, so he is trying to make a name for himself. While in New Vegas, he saw things that should not be seen by anybody, and it really troubled him. He was sober up until he saw a Crimson Caravan Company Caravan get completely wiped off the map by a couple Fiends using a Fat Man, and turned to liquor in order to keep the memory of it down.
In-game RP example:
*The Raider, having marshal pinned, attempts to shoot him. *
*Marshal ducks his head swiftly, and then turns around and swings at the raider with a closed fist. *
*The raider saw the blow coming to late, and the blow connects. *
“Guess you should’ve thought this through, shouldn’t you? Stay down, or you’ll definitely regret it.”
*The second raider steps in with an uppercut towards marshals chin. *
*The blow connects, and marshal staggers back.*
*The raider kicks at marshals stomach*
*Marshal catches his foot, and tries to twist it to the side.*
*He succeeds and the raider flips onto his stomach on the ground. *
“Same goes for you, buddy.”
*Marshal picks up his pack from where he dropped it a few yards away, and he heads off into the distance.
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Background: Marshal was born and raised in San Francisco and has a long history of bounty hunting in his family, as well as a wealth of tracking and shooting knowledge passed down by generations of bounty hunting in his family. His father, who grew up in a vault, gave a vault boy to marshal on his 10th birthday. He hunted varmints since he was young with a varmint rifle he got on his 13th birthday, and was first noticed by a bounty Hunter by the name of Michael when he was seventeen during one of Marshals hunts to make extra cash for his family. Marshal made an amazingly long shot, about one hundred yards, with a hunting rifle, and Michael immediately knew he could use Marshal in his bounty hunting crew. Marshal left with Michael for New Vegas on a bounty at about the same time that his parents left for the east. The bounty they have been tracking since they left for New Vegas has relocated to San Francisco, and Marshal has his differences with the other bounty hunters over whether or not they should give up on this bounty. Marshal was the only one of the crew of three who came to San Francisco because he was the only one who believed they could collect it.
Marshal has had a long history of run-ins and confrontations with the various gangs of San Francisco, including the Shi. He is very proud of the fact that he is wanted by the NCR just from his short time in the Mojave, and hopes to one day be known throughout the west as the most successful and troublesome bounty hunter since the great war. While near New Vegas, Marshal picked up a marksman carbine in Vault 34, and is now pursued by the NCR for taking potshots at caravans owned by the Crimson Caravan Company with his new weapon. He came to San Francisco not only to pursue the bounty but also to get a break from the relentless pursuit of the NCR. While in San Francisco, Marshal plans on visiting the various vaults in the area and also hopes to improve his reputation with some of the local settlements in order to make sure the residents are willing to help with information on future bounties in the area. He will take it all one step at a time.
- Powers up Vault Boy 3000 -
Fingers crossed