**** sorry everyone who I didn't accept, I have had lots of homework this week so i couldn't even build after I finish up today I'll accept people daily once more and also work twice as hard I'm preparing myself for 3 days to stay up really late to finish Novac/Primm and much more
Not quite sure if mine was read or not, from what it seems he only did the ones on page 92.
OOC
IGN: octovian10
Age: 13
Role-Play Exp.: I've played on the highly popular, "Lord of the Craft" server, for several months now. The charm of the medieval/fantasy is starting to wear out on me, figured i'd try out something new.
Why Us: Why not? You seem quite dedicated to your server, more than most. You're also working hard to give your player-base the best role-playing expierence you can. Sounds like a great server from what I see.
Time You Can Dedicate: Around two hours a day.
IC
Name: Shane Nickname: Razor
Gender: Male
Age: 29
RP Example:
*I rush into the saloon, nearly breaking the wooden door off its hinges*
Bartender: Guess you're running from the law, 'eh?
Me: Guess you could say that. Are there any weapons around this place?
Bartender: Maybe. How many caps it worth to 'ya?
Me: D***it! The Soviets tracked me here, they'll be here any second! Do you want to be an accomplice to this? No, didn't think so. Now pass me a d*** gun!
Bartender: Alright, clam down son. Will this do?
*Bartender throws Razor a lazer rifle*
Me: This'll do just fine... *Two Soviet grunts rush into the saloon, not expecting the blood-bath that ensued*
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): *Razor lights his last cigar, a rare commodity in such harsh time. He starts jotting down another entry in his journal* Three months since my caravan reached this hell hole. Tales of women, quick riches, power. I still haven't gotten any of 'at, just a path to my inevitable death. Was it worth it? Now all I have is three dead bodies laying next to the camp, in the middle of a wasteland. The Mojave, home of the legendary New Vegas. I guess this is my new home, and i'll just have to fight off the fact I left a much better place for this dust bowl. Guess it 'ain't all bad, right? Bah, who am I kidding. Slavers, sand, raiders, the NCR, did I mention the sand? I came here as a sign on caravan guard. Job paid 150 caps, just for walking. Didn't end up well, and now I barley know where the hell i'm at. Been living off what supplies the Brahmin had on their backs. I do have this map, shows a few settlements, not far off from my small encampment. From the journal the other guard had on him, it's the 2310, April second. I'll be updating my journal as needed, but for now, i'm readying myself to venture off. I just hope I don't go insane before reaching this place called GoodSprings.
You don't spawn in goodsprings but love your app but it doesn't exactly give a sense from where he is from or how he got the job, Please add on :biggrin.gif:
Guess I'll add a bit more back-story to it. I mostly did it for my character to have a lot of unkowns about himself, somebody you'll be suspicious of. As for spawning in GoodSprings, that was going to be destination in my roleplay :biggrin.gif:
Be active, post, be friendly, tell us how to improve, and last but definitely not least, suck up to me, a lot. :tongue.gif: Just joking, but we'll talk about you today and I'll PM you our decision tomorrow.
Okay :smile.gif: Im not very talkative on the fourums (If you wanna get technical typative.) im mostly just lurking but ill try and be more active.
Thanks we appreciate you apologizing we hope you have a lucky streak because so far what has happened to you guys seems like it would take a while to recover but anyways good luck
we dont need any luck as we been dealing with this junk since first launch and now we are already back to normal for players and getting more daily so MEMBER WAR
IGN: octovian10
Age: 13
Role-Play Exp.: I've played on the highly popular, "Lord of the Craft" server, for several months now. The charm of the medieval/fantasy is starting to wear out on me, figured i'd try out something new.
Why Us: Why not? You seem quite dedicated to your server, more than most. You're also working hard to give your player-base the best role-playing expierence you can. Sounds like a great server from what I see.
Time You Can Dedicate: Around two hours a day.
IC
Name: Shane Nickname: Razor
Gender: Male
Age: 29
RP Example:
*I rush into the saloon, nearly breaking the wooden door off its hinges*
Bartender: Guess you're running from the law, 'eh?
Me: Guess you could say that. Are there any weapons around this place?
Bartender: Maybe. How many caps it worth to 'ya?
Me: D***it! The Soviets tracked me here, they'll be here any second! Do you want to be an accomplice to this? No, didn't think so. Now pass me a d*** gun!
Bartender: Alright, clam down son. Will this do?
*Bartender throws Razor a lazer rifle*
Me: This'll do just fine... *Two Soviet grunts rush into the saloon, not expecting the blood-bath that ensued*
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): *Razor lights his last cigar, a rare commodity in such harsh time. He starts jotting down another entry in his journal* I grew up out west, not really sure about the situation around me. Lived in a small settlement, not bad 'livin. Lived under NCR jursidiction, not the best of people, but they kept us safe. Dad died long ago, 'somethin about missing a payment with a loan shark. My mother did obscene jobs while I was young, usually selling herself for a handfull of caps. Died of an unkown illness when I was seventeen. Had three brothers, two of which joined a regiment in the NCR. The other? Who the hell knows. My life went on, I mostly worked for the caravans, getting enough caps to get me by. Life was getting old out here, when I saw the job poster. It paid a modest 150 caps, along with some fresh supplies. They wanted to go to the city in all the tales, that people talked of its grandness. The city of New Vegas. Signed up for the trip in a heart-beat.
Three months since my caravan reached this hell hole. Tales of women, quick riches, power. I still haven't gotten any of 'at, just a path to my inevitable death. Were the caps worth it? Now all I have is three dead bodies laying next to the camp, in the middle of a wasteland. The Mojave, home of the legendary New Vegas. I guess this is my new home, and i'll just have to fight off the fact I left a much better place for this dust bowl. Guess it 'ain't all bad, right? Bah, who am I kidding. Slavers, sand, raiders, the NCR, did I mention the sand? As the caravan was moving along, we were ambushed by a few ghouls. Couldn't fend 'em off fast enough, got everyone but me. Now, I barley know where the hell i'm at. Been living off what supplies the Brahmin had on their backs. I do have this map, shows a few settlements, one not far off from my small encampment. From the journal the other guard had on him, it's the 2310, April second. I'll be updating my journal as needed, but for now, i'm readying myself to venture off. I just hope I don't go insane before reaching this place called GoodSprings.
IGN: octovian10
Age: 13
Role-Play Exp.: I've played on the highly popular, "Lord of the Craft" server, for several months now. The charm of the medieval/fantasy is starting to wear out on me, figured i'd try out something new.
Why Us: Why not? You seem quite dedicated to your server, more than most. You're also working hard to give your player-base the best role-playing expierence you can. Sounds like a great server from what I see.
Time You Can Dedicate: Around two hours a day.
IC
Name: Shane Nickname: Razor
Gender: Male
Age: 29
RP Example:
*I rush into the saloon, nearly breaking the wooden door off its hinges*
Bartender: Guess you're running from the law, 'eh?
Me: Guess you could say that. Are there any weapons around this place?
Bartender: Maybe. How many caps it worth to 'ya?
Me: D***it! The Soviets tracked me here, they'll be here any second! Do you want to be an accomplice to this? No, didn't think so. Now pass me a d*** gun!
Bartender: Alright, clam down son. Will this do?
*Bartender throws Razor a lazer rifle*
Me: This'll do just fine... *Two Soviet grunts rush into the saloon, not expecting the blood-bath that ensued*
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): *Razor lights his last cigar, a rare commodity in such harsh time. He starts jotting down another entry in his journal* I grew up out west, not really sure about the situation around me. Lived in a small settlement, not bad 'livin. Lived under NCR jursidiction, not the best of people, but they kept us safe. Dad died long ago, 'somethin about missing a payment with a loan shark. My mother did obscene jobs while I was young, usually selling herself for a handfull of caps. Died of an unkown illness when I was seventeen. Had three brothers, two of which joined a regiment in the NCR. The other? Who the hell knows. My life went on, I mostly worked for the caravans, getting enough caps to get me by. Life was getting old out here, when I saw the job poster. It paid a modest 150 caps, along with some fresh supplies. They wanted to go to the city in all the tales, that people talked of its grandness. The city of New Vegas. Signed up for the trip in a heart-beat.
Three months since my caravan reached this hell hole. Tales of women, quick riches, power. I still haven't gotten any of 'at, just a path to my inevitable death. Were the caps worth it? Now all I have is three dead bodies laying next to the camp, in the middle of a wasteland. The Mojave, home of the legendary New Vegas. I guess this is my new home, and i'll just have to fight off the fact I left a much better place for this dust bowl. Guess it 'ain't all bad, right? Bah, who am I kidding. Slavers, sand, raiders, the NCR, did I mention the sand? As the caravan was moving along, we were ambushed by a few ghouls. Couldn't fend 'em off fast enough, got everyone but me. Now, I barley know where the hell i'm at. Been living off what supplies the Brahmin had on their backs. I do have this map, shows a few settlements, one not far off from my small encampment. From the journal the other guard had on him, it's the 2310, April second. I'll be updating my journal as needed, but for now, i'm readying myself to venture off. I just hope I don't go insane before reaching this place called GoodSprings.
Im not admin but this is GREAT. You used something different from what i seen the journal thing was really really great! I dont see any flaws in this app either.
Sorry to interrupt the regularly scheduled forum chatter, but I was wondering: Is chat In-character? I've played on a couple other "RP" servers, and they were essentially normal servers with assigned factions/jobs.
IGN:boldbird99 Age:14 Role-Play Exp. :i have Played and beat F:NV 7 times and fallout 3 2 times(going on a third) and fallout two i am in the middle of and ive been on a couple mc rp servers Why Us:bucause i wanted to be on a fallout server since 1.3 Time You Can Dedicate:2-3 hours on weekdays 3-6 on weekends (sometimes)
IC
Name:Jericho Steel
Gender:male
Age:24
RP Example:(raiders aproch a caravan)
Rader:STOP and step out to the side of the road.
Caravaner #1:okay just hold on(reaches for his gun)
Raider:(shoots caravaner in the leg and takes away then gun he was going to grab. then dumps him on the side of the road) now unless u dont want to walk again i would sugest all of you join him.
Caravaner #2-5:(join the injured friend)
Raider: (then shoots the remaining caravaners in the head then rides the caravan away)
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
He was born in megaton. Then at the age of 17 went on a journey to rivet city. On his way there he found the brother hood. He then worked for the brotherhood for 4 years then as one of his commanding officers goes mad with power and kills his best friend. He decided he had to kill him. He ends up killing him but the officers friend gets rid of all the proof of his crimes. So Jericho is sentenced to death by firing squad. He manages to escape and steal important documents. He is shunned as an outcast forever. He then meets up with the enclave and the enclave let him join. He is ever seeking revenge on the brotherhood killing anyone from it.
(i put this on your website like last week but have never gotton an aprovel so i put it here)
So. Who wants me to upload and make skins for the server? They may not be the best and the fit the server. It is better than running around as tron guy, poptart kitty, and some 2010 kid though.
For everyone to know again the enclave do NOT accept anyone at all from any place but the vault dwellers and mostly the vault dwellers that join are doing small tasks like Farming not fighting. (The only way in is to be a vault dweller or a Enclave member born into the enclave)( Also the enclave have tests to see if you were born a vault. so you can't just manage to get into one.)
Sorry to interrupt the regularly scheduled forum chatter, but I was wondering: Is chat In-character? I've played on a couple other "RP" servers, and they were essentially normal servers with assigned factions/jobs.
Chat is almost always in Character to give you the best RP you can get.
IGN:Coastav8or
Age: 17
Role-Play Exp.: I have played in other servers for minecraft, and some others in RL,
Why Us: I love fallout,and minecraft, so this seemed like a no-brainer
Time You Can Dedicate: school is back, so only alot of time during weekends and some scattered throughout the week
IC
Name: Cain Brockmen
Gender: Male
Age: 29
RP Example: The sand blows over the wasteland, it swirls through the air only to be deposited on another of the many dunes. Looking around him, Cain sees much of the same thing everywhere he looks, just an average day. It had been awhile since anything had really happened, otherwise it was just day to day exsistence, wake up, work out, eat, patrol around the shack, then sleep some more. It was a lonely exsistence, but it was a somewhat safer one. Standing up, he reaches for his rifle and brushes the majority of the sand off, not like you can get it all, he starts to walk towards his small home until he notices a small shadow not to far away from him. He starts towards it at a small jog. Coming up to it, he finds it to be a body. He turns the body over to discover it to be a young man. Lifting him up, he once again heads to his home. Arriving there, he lays the body down on the only bed and prepares some food, hoping to maybe get some answers once he awakens. After eating, he soon falls asleep as well. He soon wakes up t find the young man also awake, and eating some of the provisions he left out."Mornin." The young man."Good Morning to you too, you got a name?" The young man finishes chewing "Name's Trent, you?" Lifting his hand to shake "Cain, mind telling me what you were doing laying out there is the wastes?" Trent looks down at his food "I was moving when I was ambushed by some guys, guess they just wanted my stuff and left me for dead." "I guess so" Cain says. Finishing his meal, Trent sets down the plate and asks "It seems your pretty well off, care to lend me some gear so I can head out again?" "Maybe, what do you think you will need?" Trent, quickly,"A gun, for sure, and a little food is all I would need." Cain, looking around, "I have a small revolver and some ammo for it, you can have that with a few says worth of food." "Oh thank you sir, I hope I can pay you back one day." "Maybe, well, it was nice meeting you and I wish you the best of luck." Handing him the gun belt and pack, he opens the door. "Take care out there, ok?" Looking back "I will, thank you for everything." Trent walks off over the dunes, quickly lost from sight behind the swirling sand.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
Cain Brockmen was raised in a small town as a ranch hand. Working most days herding Brahmin, he got the idea to make a quick buck, alone one day with a couple dozen Brahmin, he was able to leave and sold them to another group of ranchers.
After this he went off from town to town just trying to make a living, always wishing for a more stable exsistence. Until one day he saw a poster for the NCR in a bar at one of the towns he was stopping in. He saw the chance to make a somewhat steady income and keep doing what he loved, fighting and dealing with guns. He quickly signed up and waited to be sent off to where ever it was that the recruits trained.
IGN:boldbird99
Age:14
Role-Play Exp. :i have Played and beat F:NV 7 times and fallout 3 2 times(going on a third) and fallout two i am in the middle of and ive been on a couple mc rp servers
Why Us:bucause i wanted to be on a fallout server since 1.3
Time You Can Dedicate:2-3 hours on weekdays 3-6 on weekends (sometimes)
IC
Name:Jericho Steel
Gender:male
Age:24
RP Example:(raiders aproch a caravan)
Rader:STOP and step out to the side of the road.
Caravaner #1:okay just hold on(reaches for his gun)
Raider:(shoots caravaner in the leg and takes away then gun he was going to grab. then dumps him on the side of the road) now unless u dont want to walk again i would sugest all of you join him.
Caravaner #2-5:(join the injured friend)
Raider: (then shoots the remaining caravaners in the head then rides the caravan away)
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
He was born in megaton. Then at the age of 17 went on a journey to rivet city. On his way there he found the brother hood. He then worked for the brotherhood for 4 years then as one of his commanding officers goes mad with power and kills his best friend. He decided he had to kill him. He ends up killing him but the officers friend gets rid of all the proof of his crimes. So Jericho is sentenced to death by firing squad. He manages to escape and steal important documents. He is shunned as an outcast forever. He then flees to the the west were he meets up with the navada chapter of the enclave and they let him join. He is ever seeking revenge on the brotherhood killing anyone from it.
(my second post i just fixed up the back story to make more sence)
General Everest: It's time to liberate the Mojave back to it's victorious way! There is one path to honor, victory, money, and power! That is the NCR, and this is the now!
Bold, is there really a reason to not only to ignore my comment, but to repost your application? It's only a few posts back. Edit: Just saw that you did fix it, though I must ask, why would you randomly walk all the way from Washington to Nevada?
- Commander Dimitri Petrenov
You don't spawn in goodsprings but love your app but it doesn't exactly give a sense from where he is from or how he got the job, Please add on :biggrin.gif:
Specialization (Spy, Fighter, Farmer):Fighter(i also like to farm alittle bit
Why The Independence:it seems different than all of the others
Will You Assist The Resistance To The End:Jes ^^
Are You Dedicated:Yeah
Okay :smile.gif: Im not very talkative on the fourums (If you wanna get technical typative.) im mostly just lurking but ill try and be more active.
we dont need any luck as we been dealing with this junk since first launch and now we are already back to normal for players and getting more daily so MEMBER WAR
OOC
IGN: octovian10
Age: 13
Role-Play Exp.: I've played on the highly popular, "Lord of the Craft" server, for several months now. The charm of the medieval/fantasy is starting to wear out on me, figured i'd try out something new.
Why Us: Why not? You seem quite dedicated to your server, more than most. You're also working hard to give your player-base the best role-playing expierence you can. Sounds like a great server from what I see.
Time You Can Dedicate: Around two hours a day.
IC
Name: Shane Nickname: Razor
Gender: Male
Age: 29
RP Example:
*I rush into the saloon, nearly breaking the wooden door off its hinges*
Bartender: Guess you're running from the law, 'eh?
Me: Guess you could say that. Are there any weapons around this place?
Bartender: Maybe. How many caps it worth to 'ya?
Me: D***it! The Soviets tracked me here, they'll be here any second! Do you want to be an accomplice to this? No, didn't think so. Now pass me a d*** gun!
Bartender: Alright, clam down son. Will this do?
*Bartender throws Razor a lazer rifle*
Me: This'll do just fine... *Two Soviet grunts rush into the saloon, not expecting the blood-bath that ensued*
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): *Razor lights his last cigar, a rare commodity in such harsh time. He starts jotting down another entry in his journal* I grew up out west, not really sure about the situation around me. Lived in a small settlement, not bad 'livin. Lived under NCR jursidiction, not the best of people, but they kept us safe. Dad died long ago, 'somethin about missing a payment with a loan shark. My mother did obscene jobs while I was young, usually selling herself for a handfull of caps. Died of an unkown illness when I was seventeen. Had three brothers, two of which joined a regiment in the NCR. The other? Who the hell knows. My life went on, I mostly worked for the caravans, getting enough caps to get me by. Life was getting old out here, when I saw the job poster. It paid a modest 150 caps, along with some fresh supplies. They wanted to go to the city in all the tales, that people talked of its grandness. The city of New Vegas. Signed up for the trip in a heart-beat.
Three months since my caravan reached this hell hole. Tales of women, quick riches, power. I still haven't gotten any of 'at, just a path to my inevitable death. Were the caps worth it? Now all I have is three dead bodies laying next to the camp, in the middle of a wasteland. The Mojave, home of the legendary New Vegas. I guess this is my new home, and i'll just have to fight off the fact I left a much better place for this dust bowl. Guess it 'ain't all bad, right? Bah, who am I kidding. Slavers, sand, raiders, the NCR, did I mention the sand? As the caravan was moving along, we were ambushed by a few ghouls. Couldn't fend 'em off fast enough, got everyone but me. Now, I barley know where the hell i'm at. Been living off what supplies the Brahmin had on their backs. I do have this map, shows a few settlements, one not far off from my small encampment. From the journal the other guard had on him, it's the 2310, April second. I'll be updating my journal as needed, but for now, i'm readying myself to venture off. I just hope I don't go insane before reaching this place called GoodSprings.
Im not admin but this is GREAT. You used something different from what i seen the journal thing was really really great! I dont see any flaws in this app either.
wait, am i the soviet guy? i think i am so YAY
Age:14
Role-Play Exp. :i have Played and beat F:NV 7 times and fallout 3 2 times(going on a third) and fallout two i am in the middle of and ive been on a couple mc rp servers
Why Us:bucause i wanted to be on a fallout server since 1.3
Time You Can Dedicate:2-3 hours on weekdays 3-6 on weekends (sometimes)
IC
Name:Jericho Steel
Gender:male
Age:24
RP Example:(raiders aproch a caravan)
Rader:STOP and step out to the side of the road.
Caravaner #1:okay just hold on(reaches for his gun)
Raider:(shoots caravaner in the leg and takes away then gun he was going to grab. then dumps him on the side of the road) now unless u dont want to walk again i would sugest all of you join him.
Caravaner #2-5:(join the injured friend)
Raider: (then shoots the remaining caravaners in the head then rides the caravan away)
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
He was born in megaton. Then at the age of 17 went on a journey to rivet city. On his way there he found the brother hood. He then worked for the brotherhood for 4 years then as one of his commanding officers goes mad with power and kills his best friend. He decided he had to kill him. He ends up killing him but the officers friend gets rid of all the proof of his crimes. So Jericho is sentenced to death by firing squad. He manages to escape and steal important documents. He is shunned as an outcast forever. He then meets up with the enclave and the enclave let him join. He is ever seeking revenge on the brotherhood killing anyone from it.
(i put this on your website like last week but have never gotton an aprovel so i put it here)
Chat is almost always in Character to give you the best RP you can get.
IGN:Coastav8or
Age: 17
Role-Play Exp.: I have played in other servers for minecraft, and some others in RL,
Why Us: I love fallout,and minecraft, so this seemed like a no-brainer
Time You Can Dedicate: school is back, so only alot of time during weekends and some scattered throughout the week
IC
Name: Cain Brockmen
Gender: Male
Age: 29
RP Example: The sand blows over the wasteland, it swirls through the air only to be deposited on another of the many dunes. Looking around him, Cain sees much of the same thing everywhere he looks, just an average day. It had been awhile since anything had really happened, otherwise it was just day to day exsistence, wake up, work out, eat, patrol around the shack, then sleep some more. It was a lonely exsistence, but it was a somewhat safer one. Standing up, he reaches for his rifle and brushes the majority of the sand off, not like you can get it all, he starts to walk towards his small home until he notices a small shadow not to far away from him. He starts towards it at a small jog. Coming up to it, he finds it to be a body. He turns the body over to discover it to be a young man. Lifting him up, he once again heads to his home. Arriving there, he lays the body down on the only bed and prepares some food, hoping to maybe get some answers once he awakens. After eating, he soon falls asleep as well. He soon wakes up t find the young man also awake, and eating some of the provisions he left out."Mornin." The young man."Good Morning to you too, you got a name?" The young man finishes chewing "Name's Trent, you?" Lifting his hand to shake "Cain, mind telling me what you were doing laying out there is the wastes?" Trent looks down at his food "I was moving when I was ambushed by some guys, guess they just wanted my stuff and left me for dead." "I guess so" Cain says. Finishing his meal, Trent sets down the plate and asks "It seems your pretty well off, care to lend me some gear so I can head out again?" "Maybe, what do you think you will need?" Trent, quickly,"A gun, for sure, and a little food is all I would need." Cain, looking around, "I have a small revolver and some ammo for it, you can have that with a few says worth of food." "Oh thank you sir, I hope I can pay you back one day." "Maybe, well, it was nice meeting you and I wish you the best of luck." Handing him the gun belt and pack, he opens the door. "Take care out there, ok?" Looking back "I will, thank you for everything." Trent walks off over the dunes, quickly lost from sight behind the swirling sand.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
Cain Brockmen was raised in a small town as a ranch hand. Working most days herding Brahmin, he got the idea to make a quick buck, alone one day with a couple dozen Brahmin, he was able to leave and sold them to another group of ranchers.
After this he went off from town to town just trying to make a living, always wishing for a more stable exsistence. Until one day he saw a poster for the NCR in a bar at one of the towns he was stopping in. He saw the chance to make a somewhat steady income and keep doing what he loved, fighting and dealing with guns. He quickly signed up and waited to be sent off to where ever it was that the recruits trained.
Age:14
Role-Play Exp. :i have Played and beat F:NV 7 times and fallout 3 2 times(going on a third) and fallout two i am in the middle of and ive been on a couple mc rp servers
Why Us:bucause i wanted to be on a fallout server since 1.3
Time You Can Dedicate:2-3 hours on weekdays 3-6 on weekends (sometimes)
IC
Name:Jericho Steel
Gender:male
Age:24
RP Example:(raiders aproch a caravan)
Rader:STOP and step out to the side of the road.
Caravaner #1:okay just hold on(reaches for his gun)
Raider:(shoots caravaner in the leg and takes away then gun he was going to grab. then dumps him on the side of the road) now unless u dont want to walk again i would sugest all of you join him.
Caravaner #2-5:(join the injured friend)
Raider: (then shoots the remaining caravaners in the head then rides the caravan away)
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
He was born in megaton. Then at the age of 17 went on a journey to rivet city. On his way there he found the brother hood. He then worked for the brotherhood for 4 years then as one of his commanding officers goes mad with power and kills his best friend. He decided he had to kill him. He ends up killing him but the officers friend gets rid of all the proof of his crimes. So Jericho is sentenced to death by firing squad. He manages to escape and steal important documents. He is shunned as an outcast forever. He then flees to the the west were he meets up with the navada chapter of the enclave and they let him join. He is ever seeking revenge on the brotherhood killing anyone from it.
(my second post i just fixed up the back story to make more sence)
General Everest: It's time to liberate the Mojave back to it's victorious way! There is one path to honor, victory, money, and power! That is the NCR, and this is the now!
Full Name: Cain Brockmen
Specialization (Scientist, Soldier, Farmer, etc.): Soldier
Will You Be Dedicated: Always and forever
Why The NCR: To me they seem the only way to bring order and peace to the Mojave
Will You Respect Your Fellow Officers and Soldiers: Absolutely
Will You Fight Until The End: Yes
See you in the Mojave, Everest out.