IGN: ToxicSnowmen
Age: 16
Role-Play Exp.: Guy... I have played so many roll-play games, examples: E.S Morrowind, E.S Oblivion, Fallout 3, Fallout NV, Runescape, W.o.W, Half Life 1-2, Garry's mod, Team Fortress 2, Starcraft 2, Spiral Knights, Red Dead Redemption, Final Fantasy, ext... I can name tons more.
Why Us: Because you look like a good server and I love the Fallout franchise and Roleplaying games more than you know.
Time You Can Dedicate: All/any time.
IC
Name: John Marshall
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Appearance: 6 feet, 5 inches tall. Caucasian, dark brown hair, hazle eyes, normal body,
Fears: Dying
Personality: Don't care much about anyone or anything, including family members. I care for myself and do whats best to survive. Interested in pre-war technology and science.
Occupation: Survivor
Skills: Good shot, base builder/fortifier, gatherer, hunter, wiring/electricity (redstone) and killer.
Nickname (Optional): Oneshot
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
Zack:"Hey John, why did you want me waiting behind these bushes with you again? You forgot to mention."
John:"I already told you Zack, we are going to raid this Carravan."
Zack:"But then we would be no better than those raider scum!"
John:"I know... but we have to survive somehow."
Zack:"No i'm not doing this."
John:"Do you want to live off of radiated food and **** water!? Because I am ****in tired of it!"
Zack:"I guess your right... wait here comes the Carravan."
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):I was born into this baren wasteland of this hellish world that we humans call our home. The Mojave is a place full of greed and death, which I got to experience first hand. I grew up with my parents in a small comunity that was hardly disturbed, because of it's remote location. I learned to hunt, cook, farm, build, you name it. All the necessities of survival were at my disposal. Over the years I lived in the community I met all the people who lived there, as you would expect from a small town inhabitant. I personaly never really cared for anyones problems, if they live or died, or if they thrived or starved. I always just cared for myself no matter how selfish people thought it was. When I turned 8 years old I started exploring alot of the wasteland away from our humble abode, which is when I found my first computer. It was broken but I still found interest in technology, how it worked, what it could accomplish. From then on I began scavenging all the pre-war tech and all things related to it I could find. As I grew older, so did my parents. They died when I turned 17, because life in the Mojave didn't last very long with all the radiation and other problems. As my 20th birthday came around, we were found. Our peacefull town was reduced to fire and death from some cult who called themselves the Legion. Mutilated bodies were hung from chains and heads were impaled and spikes then droven into the ground, not to mention crucifictions. I gathered some important belongings and left my town in a hurry. I had no idea where I was headed, but I walked for days. Surviving was no problem for me, it was the fact that I was always in danger that bothered me. Traveling through the Mojave without a home was a new experience for me, an experience that I am I novice to. I knew I coulden't trust anyone I came across. On my journey I came across a camp, it was inhabited by a group who calls themselves the New California Republic. They took me in as an extra gun for the time being. Sense I had learned how to use a gun already I didn't need much training. For a while I felt safe again, like I had a new home. But once I just got cozy things got real hot with the Legion, a fatal enemy to the N.C.R. the Legion were persistant and determined. The battle lasted about 2 days before the Legion took the camp and held prisoners. I happened to be one of those prisoners, I guess you could say it was lucky considering the other option was death. They were taking us somewhere, they never told us. But along the way the Legion were ambushed by another group called the Enclave. Seeing we were already prisoners they took us over. They stated that we were to "Become another victim of the Mojave". They put a bullet in me and left me for dead, along with the other prisoners. I came around later, I don't know how long I had been out and to the looks of it I was the only survivor. I had enough strength to walk about a mile before I collapsed again. Thats all I remember before waking up in a small town by the name of Novac. After they cleaned me up I was sent on my way again, so here I am now.
People! Do not grief the Medical Facility in Goodspring city! Also Do NOT touch the stuff in the chest, server is not fully out yet and we will need the supplies on THE RELEASE SO do no not touchiee. kk?
IGN:squeky516
Age:16
Role-Play Exp.:Played in many servers that require role playing and play many rpgs
Why Us:I always wanted a good looking server to Role play on and i love fallout
Time You Can Dedicate:3:00 to 9:00
IC
Name:Cole
Gender:M
Age:23
Fears:Mutants
Personality:Mature,Loyal,Hardworking
Skills:Explosives,Firearms,Crafting
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example:Cole:*Pulls out smg and whispers* Okay. Theres 2 guards on 3 we kill them.
Other soldier:*Nods and crawls silently into the hall*
Cole:*whispers* 3...2...1 *fires smg at guards* good job lets go
Backstory: I was born and raised in a small camp in the mojavie. It was pretty nice even in the wasteland. The town hall was a nice and cozy wooden structure at the north end of the town. The houses were basicly holes in the ground with beds and a place to cook. One day mutants attacked the village and killed almost everyone. The only survivors were a 10 year old kid named Cole and some 14 year olds. We became freinds quickly and searched the city for supplies. We barely had any luck but we found some weapons. We found transportaition and drove off in search of another town. We found another lil town but the villagers werent so freindly. The villagers shot at us and attacked us. We had barely any weapons so we quickly fled only to find more abandond camps and cities. We soon gave up hoope and pithced a tent and started a new civilazation. Ounce i turned 20 i was apointed scout and was set off in a quest to find more supplies. One month after i was sent off some raiders shot my vehicle and it crashed into a nearby hill. I was left unconsious with no equipment in my wreked truck. I finnaly woke up with no gas left and i had no idea where i was going... So i got off my bum and kept walking i eventually passed out from starvaition and when i woke up i was in a town called goodspring now my only descisoin is should i help it prosper or bring it down to ground?
IGN:domo702
Age:13
Role-Play Exp.I love fallout three and I play roll playing games like Dungeons an Dragons which makes me good at role playing.
Why Us:I love fallout I love role playing and I love minecraft.
Name:Declan
Gender:male
Age:12
RP Example: Survived in the the pain and is now looking for my family.
Back story: A boy whose been out in the open living on my own trying to make things work my goal is to find Crashed aleins and use the technology to gain lots of power.
IGN:squeky516
Age:16
Role-Play Exp.:Played in many servers that require role playing and play many rpgs
Why Us:I always wanted a good looking server to Role play on and i love fallout
Time You Can Dedicate:3:00 to 9:00
IC
Name:Cole
Gender:M
Age:23
Fears:None
Personality:Mature,Loyal,Hardworking
Skills:Explosives,Firearms,Crafting
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example:Cole:*Pulls out smg and whispers* Okay. Theres 2 guards on 3 we kill them.
Other soldier:*Nods and crawls silently into the hall*
Cole:*whispers* 3...2...1 *fires smg at guards* good job lets go
Backstory: I was born and raised in a small town in texas. Had a few freinds and a good family. I was well educated at the nearby schools. I just finished my first year at college when the bombs went off. The bomb was 30 miles away from the college. The fallout was termendous maybe only a hand full survived at the school. We searched the entire area for supplies. We somehow managed to find some weapons and a car and set off to find more survivors. It had`nt taken long to find out the wasteland was rough. The mutants first of all are just plain scary we even have a spotter to look out for them. A few months later we found a trace of civilization but know one was therewas no one around so we kept searching. Finally one of our spotters said he saw something in the distance. It turns out it was a small lil patch of heaven. The locals were very nice so we decided to stay. But our luck wasent the best in the wasteland. It turns out they had a rival town that always attacked so we set off to defeat them. It didnt take long to acomplish that but when we came back we found everyone dead. We gathered what we could then set off again, hopefully with better luck.
Sorry, still bad background. The server is in the year 2307. Your in the beginning of Fallout and ghouls dont even live that long. You have one last chance then you are denied forever.
IGN: snipesinator
Age: 13
Role-Play Exp.: I have an extensive amount of experience in roleplay.
Why Us: The Fallout series was without a doubt one of the best series I have played.
Time You Can Dedicate: Two hours a day or so, 14-24 hours a week.
IC
Name: Kody Petrov
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Appearance: Tall, muscular, black hair, green eyes.
Fears: Mutants
Personality: Intelligent, serious, smart-alec.
Occupation: Dweller of the Wasteland (for now)
Skills: Gun expert, pickpocketing, crafting, manipulation
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue): /me picks up the old, rusty gun and looks at it in awe. He hastily proceeds to dust it off with his bare hands, placing it in his satchel shortly after. Kody proceeds on his way, walking on through the barren wasteland. "I could really go for some meat" he says out loud to himself. He trails off course towards a village where he hopes to find food...
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Kody Petrov is a descendent of a famous Soviet warhero. When he was born his family was forced to give him up to the NCR. At the age of 5, he accidentally exposed himself to some radiation after sneaking away from the NCR camp. At the age of 13, he went back to the camp and stole supplies, food, and a weapon. He traveled far and wide in search of a home, meeting many companions along the way. After staying a while at a little village, it was raided by the NCR who were looking for him. He retaliated, winning the respect of the village as well as more supplies and food. At the age of 24, he finally settled down in New Vegas but was still looking for work...
IGN:domo702
Age:13
Role-Play Exp.I love fallout three and I play roll playing games like Dungeons an Dragons which makes me good at role playing.
Why Us:I love fallout I love role playing and I love minecraft.
Name:Declan
Gender:male
Age:12
RP Example: Survived in the the pain and is now looking for my family.
Back story: A boy whose been out in the open living on my own trying to make things work my goal is to find Crashed aleins and use the technology to gain lots of power.
No. Rp example and back story are way too short. Make them better.
IGN:domo702
Age:13
Role-Play Exp.I love fallout three and I play roll playing games like Dungeons an Dragons which makes me good at role playing.
Why Us:I love fallout I love role playing and I love minecraft.
Name:Declan
Gender:male
Age:12
RP Example: Survived in the the pain and is now looking for my family.
Back story: A boy whose been out in the open living on my own trying to make things work my goal is to find Crashed aleins and use the technology to gain lots of power.
I'm not a whitelister, but I can offer you some advice. You should add a last name to you character, and your role-playing example is horrible and contains no dialogue (talking). Also your backstory is not even 1 paragraph. Also you backstory needs to be your whole entire life (place of birth-where you are now, and how you got into the Mojave)
IGN: snipesinator
Age: 13
Role-Play Exp.: I have an extensive amount of experience in roleplay.
Why Us: The Fallout series was without a doubt one of the best series I have played.
Time You Can Dedicate: Two hours a day or so, 14-24 hours a week.
IC
Name: Kody Petrov
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Appearance: Tall, muscular, black hair, green eyes.
Fears: Mutants
Personality: Intelligent, serious, smart-alec.
Occupation: Dweller of the Wasteland (for now)
Skills: Gun expert, pickpocketing, crafting, manipulation
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue): /me picks up the old, rusty gun and looks at it in awe. He hastily proceeds to dust it off with his bare hands, placing it in his satchel shortly after. Kody proceeds on his way, walking on through the barren wasteland. "I could really go for some meat" he says out loud to himself. He trails off course towards a village where he hopes to find food...
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Kody Petrov is a descendent of a famous Soviet warhero. When he was born his family was forced to give him up to the NCR. At the age of 5, he accidentally exposed himself to some radiation after sneaking away from the NCR camp. At the age of 13, he went back to the camp and stole supplies, food, and a weapon. He traveled far and wide in search of a home, meeting many companions along the way. After staying a while at a little village, it was raided by the NCR who were looking for him. He retaliated, winning the respect of the village as well as more supplies and food. At the age of 24, he finally settled down in New Vegas but was still looking for work...
I know my application has already been accepted (pg. 309) But I thought it would be fun to post it again with the Character appearances and such. :biggrin.gif: Show those bad application posters what for!
OOC
IGN: Thecakeboy1326
Age: 14
Role-Play Exp.: I am not so bad at role-play. I have been white-listed on a few role-play servers before but the other players seemed to be immature and illiterate. I have played both fallout 3 and New Vegas. I love fallout 3 more than New Vegas but it would just be fun to play on a server that revolves around a game I love.
Why Us: I would like to join your server because your server seems more professional ,whether you are or not, then other fallout Role-play servers.
Time You Can Dedicate: About at least 2-3 hours every other, if not every, day.
IC
Name: Zachary Mckay
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Appearance: Dark Brown Hair. Green eyes. Bulky. Most of this not noticeable because him always wearing Enclave Power armor. (The Power armor from F1 and F2. Or Remnants. Whatever you want to call it frankly.)
Fears: Biased fools like the Brotherhood. Sub-humans.
Personality: Likes long walks through metal corridors, Lasers, and Cool Tech. Friendly. Shy. Understanding. (give him a break. He came from a vault.)
Occupation: (currently) Scavenger. Becoming a Enclave Soldier in the near future.
Skills: He is a Marksman with all small arms that use bullets or energy. From the small laser pistols to a 50cal. Anti-material rifle. Mechanically Gifted. Higher than Standard IQ. Most of all he can take more than a bullet or two. (even without the power armor)
Nickname (Optional): Zach... just call him Zach.
RP Example:
Zachary Mckay: Wow... This place got hit hard by the Soviets. Wait, who is that? a survivor?
Jeriah Rholey: Hey...who are you?! Where am I? When am I?
Zachary: hmm... another case of malfunctioning sleeper pods. Buddy it's alright. you are a survivor of a nuclear Armageddon. This is a vault. And guessing by how your reacting this vault has sleeper pods and you were in one. A malfunctioning one at that.
Jeriah: What?! Nuclear Armageddon? Malfunctioning sleeper pods? Vaults? Survivors? what the hell is going on.
Zachary: Calm down buddy its alright... Earth is still in one peace. but Humanity is fighting against each other for what is left of it. Here take this shotgun, you'll need it.
Jeriah: I guess I could fight.
Zachary: Now that the spirit. Hey what is your name anyways?
Jeriah: What does it matter. I'm not going to survive out there. Ill be dead weight. Just leave me here. I need to think. Ill take the shotgun though. Thank you for the info.
Zachary: No problem. If you change your mind just head north along I-95. That's where i'm going.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
Zachary Mckay grew up in the same vault the boomers came from. His father was the Overseer so sometimes he would
be allowed to go into the armory and fire some small arms off. That's all his father allowed. When the Vault was opened by the ones who wanted to leave Zachary's Dad was trapped inside as the Radiation infestation doors closed sealing his dad into the vault forever. His dads friend, Martin Belini helped Zachary and took him somewhere safe instead of going with the rest of the survivors that later formed into the xenophobic boomers. They stayed in a town named novac for awhile until Martin went nuts and people started calling him No-bark. By that time Zachary was 23 and he had a interest to scavenge. One day while on a good scavenge the ground collapsed under Zachary and he fell into a worn out old vault, Vault 74 to be exact. Zachary's fall was luckily cushioned by a sleeper pod which closed on him the second he landed. Thankfully the sleeper had only been set for one month and woke up instantly only thinking he had been out for moments. He found nothing salvageable and climbed out the hole he fell into. When he went to go back to Novac everything was different. No-bark Noonan was dead and he kept hearing that Mr.House had been killed by a Courier that had risen from the dead. Zachary Decided to head to New Vegas since all the recent news was there. on the way there he saw strange things like brotherhood walking around freely and surprisingly no Legion and NCR fights. When Zachary had almost reached the strip he was knocked on the head with a blunt object and woke up in an enclave facility. They asked him many question then left him solitary. He is currently waiting for an answer. This was the form they game him... (whether you accept the application for the enclave or not is deciding if he becomes an enclave member or is let go and goes to join someone else.)
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In-game-name: Thecakeboy1326
In-Character name: Zachary Mckay
In-game-character-age: 23
Special talents?: well if he gets to join the enclave then power armor training. Other than that since he came from the same vault as the boomers he has some experience with guns. He is quick with learning how to use other types of weaponry like energy weapons or explosive weapons. Since he came from a vault in general he is very healthy.
Why the Enclave?: The Enclave is my Second favorite faction in fallout and they are still really cool other than the Brotherhood of Steel.
What Branch do you want to be in?: I just want to be a fighter. so Tesla or 166th Tesla Division.
Will you remain loyal to the Enclave?: Yes
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Do you agree to never disobey officers?: Yes, unless there orders are impossible or outragious.
(This is the COMPLETE application, the other one was not finished)
OOC
IGN: snipesinator
Age: 13
Role-Play Exp.: I have an extensive amount of experience in roleplay.
Why Us: The Fallout series was without a doubt one of the best series I have played.
Time You Can Dedicate: Two hours a day or so, 14-24 hours a week.
IC
Name: Kody Petrov
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Appearance: Tall, muscular, black hair, green eyes.
Fears: Mutants
Personality: Intelligent, serious, smart-alec.
Occupation: Dweller of the Wasteland (for now)
Skills: Gun expert, pickpocketing, crafting, manipulation
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue): /me picks up the old, rusty gun and looks at it in awe. He hastily proceeds to dust it off with his bare hands, placing it in his satchel shortly after. Kody proceeds on his way, walking on through the barren wasteland. "I could really go for some meat" he says out loud to himself. He trails off course towards a village where he hopes to find food...
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Kody Petrov is a descendent of a famous Soviet warhero. When he was born his family was forced to give him up to the NCR. At the age of 5, he accidentally exposed himself to some radiation after sneaking away from the NCR camp. At the age of 13, he went back to the camp and stole supplies, food, and a weapon. He traveled far and wide in search of a home, meeting many companions along the way. After staying a while at a little village, it was raided by the NCR who were looking for him. He retaliated, winning the respect of the village as well as more supplies and food. At the age of 24, he finally settled down in New Vegas but was still looking for work...
Petrov went back to his hometown, but it was deserted. There was no sign of any lifeforms. He decided to embark on a quest to find his mother and father, but was also deciding on joining the Soviets. Torn between finding his parents and enlisting in the Soviets, he decided finding his parents will be of no use as there is little chance he will find them. He again traveled to the nearest Soviet camp and signed up. Finally being able to relax, he set up camp near the Soviets awaiting their response. He sat near a campfire, and sharpened his knife. He slept 12 hours until the early sunrise woke him up. Kody packed up his makeshift camp and went back to the Soviet base. He waited for a response from the recruiters...
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Colonel Radec(Nobark_Noonan): Comrade welcome to the Soviets, fill out these forms and prepare to fight for the Motherland! URA!
Barracks Commander Dimitri(Zimmeme): I shall assign you your barracks number once you meet us, I shall also train you to be a coldblooded killer.
Name (Full): Kody Petrov (Don't know if you want my real name or my character's name, so I put my character's name)
Rank you want if wanted?:Spetsnaz(SpecOps), Kazak(Vehicle guy), Druhzina(Soldier), Engineer(Scientist/worker): Spetznaz
Special Talents? (i.e. fighting, farming, scientist): Fighting, farming, manipulating...
Will you be dedicated?: Yes.
Why do you want to join the Soviets?: Kody Petrov is a descendent of a Soviet warhero.
Will you be loyal and respectful to your fellow soldiers?: Yes, I will.
Will you fight for the glory and die for the Motherland?: Yes, of course!
IGN:severemuffin
Age:15
Role-Play Exp.:5
Why Us:Fallout and minecraft are two of the all time best games.
Time You Can Dedicate:Few hours a week.
Name:Shil
Gender:Male
Age:14
RP Example:Played And Beat Fallout:NV with all factions, beat Mass Effect 1 & 2 on good and bad, and have almost beat Oblivion.
Backstory: Born in England, now live in California, I am a kid with somewhat of a troubled last 3 years. 3 years ago, me and my fam went on a cruise, and it hasn't even been a full 24 hours on the boat and my mom starts having Cardiac Arrests(Heart Failure for those who don't know). She now has a defibrilator and can't really do anything now. This means I have to help out around the house a lot more, but if it keeps my mom and family happy, I'm glad to do it.
Damn, another England kid, THIS IS IMPOSSIBLE AND WE HAVE ALREADY SHOT DOWN THE REST OF THESE KIND OF APPS. Please make it Fallout related and Rp example is not what rp games you have played, but how you rp. That kind of stuff would go under RP experience and it doesnt even count for much cause dialogue in all those games is scripted and you only choose what to say, not actually say anything.
IGN: Chimlet225
Age: 15
Role-Play Exp.: I used to create story lines for all my fallout characters, it was always fun to me, and I used to go in the backyard with nerf guns and plenty of imagination, so really I just hope everyone's in character in this server
Why Us: Sounds like a lot of fun and by the looks of it, there's going to be quite a lot of people on here, hopefully making the server even better.
Time You Can Dedicate: I can put in an hour per weekdays (girlfriend and sister) weekends I can be on almost unlimited hours, from 10 at night to whenever.
Name: Jericho
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Appearance: Smaller guy, lean, typically in a Russian issued gas mask and a suit.
Fears: Feral Ghouls
Personality: Nice guy, doesn't start fights, but knows how to end them. He's also quiet, but sometimes shares tales of his adventures to the younger children of the villages.
Occupation: Engineer, free roamer of sorts.
Skills: Guns (pistols, rifles), repair, and lock-picking
Nickname: Drifter
RP Example: Searching through the ruins for two days now Jericho had found nothing, no scrap parts, no food, not even a weapon. He had begun losing hope in the town, just then he saw them. A group of raiders.
Jericho: One, two, thre-
His counting had been stopped by what had sounded like a growl of sorts.
Jericho: That's no dog, (thinks to himself) More like a super mutant...
Out of the blue, a behemoth busted through the locked library!
Raider 1: WHAT THE F**^K IS THAT THING!
Raider 2: SHOOT THE DAMN THING!
Raider 3: BURNNNN!!!!!
He started burning the behemoth but it kept coming at him, his death was inevitable, as the behemoth grabbed him and tore him in half.
Raider 1: RUN!
The second raider had ran towards Jericho, attracting attention to the small man.
Raider 1: SHI-
The raider is grabbed and thrown into raider 2, Jericho watches as their skulls make a horrifying crack against each other, he looks up to see the behemoth staring at him snorting.
Jericho: Well this isn't the worst I've seen.
He was a little shaken over what he just saw, but years of seeing people drinking their own urine, eating toes, and dying horribly slow due to radiation, or plain torture, had made him frosty.
The behemoth started a charge toward Jericho, who ran up the stairs of the ruined house. The behemoth did nothing more than break a few support beams, the house shook a little.
Jericho: This is going to be harder than I thought, (as he observed his surrounding)
He saw his route, he jumped out the window onto the roof of the small convenient store, he did a tuck and roll followed by a quick sprint to the edge of the roof, he noticed the behemoth still chasing underneath, he then noticed the large sign on the nearby motel and been hanging only by a few wires, he walked back to the other side of the building and ran as fast as he could, he jumped, just inches from missing he got the ledge of a window, he quickly climbed in to see a cache of weapons and food followed by a skeleton with some old garments on it.
Jericho: Well at least I earned something from this...
He then ran for the roof, once on top he attracted the enraged behemoth, staring at him the behemoth payed no attention toward the sign. He began pounding on the brick wall, slowly but surely crumbling the building's foundation. It was now or never, Jericho took out his knife and cut the wire. Floor after floor the sign fell, gaining momentum, until finally striking it's target. A large bang could be heard followed by a very loud fall, he looked down to see the beast knocked out. With no breath wasted he ran for the food and weapons taking only what he needed, ammo, and nice pistol, and some salisbury steak from god knows how long ago. He then made his way out of the motel and out of the town.
Jericho: (Slight laughter) Wait till they hear this back at the bar...
Backstory: Jericho is a guy who likes to show the bright side of things, he may not always be open, but he always observes and learns fast. He's vowed never to start a family in the wasteland, for he knows he could never raise a child or protect anyone besides himself. His past remains unknown to most, as he has a pretty messed up childhood. His mask means more to him than just some random mask, it's his persona, what makes him feel as if he has a chance out in the harsh wastelands. All he does is survive really, he never set any goals besides that, he also loves helping, but knows he can't help everyone. He doubts ever seeing a normal world, or a rebuilt one, but as long as he's got guns to clean, robots to repair, and locks to pick, he'll have a purpose, and that's all he ever looked for in such a scorched world... (Hope this is good, I would really love feedback, adjustments will be made according to what you say, I'm really looking forward to this server and wish you a great day ) EDIT: By the way if you want me to cut down on any language say so, I just put that in to show the suspense of the raiders seeing a behemoth right in front of them. 2nd Edit Is this all in the Mojave? If so I will edit the whole story if needed, I just want to know, I played all the fallout games (including the first two and some other ones ) so if that's an issue please inform me.
Dear lord so many people applying tonight, this is crazy.
I posted mine that was already accepted to show what a standard application should generally look like. if your read the fine bold print at the top of my app you would know this.
I posted mine that was already accepted to show what a standard application should generally look like. if your read the fine bold print at the top of my app you would know this.
And if you had read through the last 3-4 pages you would see what I mean. And dont get me started on the messages I have been getting.
Im really sorry :sad.gif:
IGN:squeky516
Age:16
Role-Play Exp.:Played in many servers that require role playing and play many rpgs
Why Us:I always wanted a good looking server to Role play on and i love fallout
Time You Can Dedicate:3:00 to 9:00
IC
Name:Cole
Gender:M
Age:23
Fears:Mutants
Personality:Mature,Loyal,Hardworking
Skills:Explosives,Firearms,Crafting
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example:Cole:*Pulls out smg and whispers* Okay. Theres 2 guards on 3 we kill them.
Other soldier:*Nods and crawls silently into the hall*
Cole:*whispers* 3...2...1 *fires smg at guards* good job lets go
Backstory: I was born and raised in a small camp in the mojavie. It was pretty nice even in the wasteland. The town hall was a nice and cozy wooden structure at the north end of the town. The houses were basicly holes in the ground with beds and a place to cook. One day mutants attacked the village and killed almost everyone. The only survivors were a 10 year old kid named Cole and some 14 year olds. We became freinds quickly and searched the city for supplies. We barely had any luck but we found some weapons. We found transportaition and drove off in search of another town. We found another lil town but the villagers werent so freindly. The villagers shot at us and attacked us. We had barely any weapons so we quickly fled only to find more abandond camps and cities. We soon gave up hoope and pithced a tent and started a new civilazation. Ounce i turned 20 i was apointed scout and was set off in a quest to find more supplies. One month after i was sent off some raiders shot my vehicle and it crashed into a nearby hill. I was left unconsious with no equipment in my wreked truck. I finnaly woke up with no gas left and i had no idea where i was going... So i got off my bum and kept walking i eventually passed out from starvaition and when i woke up i was in a town called goodspring now my only descisoin is should i help it prosper or bring it down to ground?
You don't have to be sorry, you were uninformed that he was a whitelister. I don't get mad that often even if it appears so through text.
Age:13
Role-Play Exp.I love fallout three and I play roll playing games like Dungeons an Dragons which makes me good at role playing.
Why Us:I love fallout I love role playing and I love minecraft.
Name:Declan
Gender:male
Age:12
RP Example: Survived in the the pain and is now looking for my family.
Back story: A boy whose been out in the open living on my own trying to make things work my goal is to find Crashed aleins and use the technology to gain lots of power.
Sorry, still bad background. The server is in the year 2307. Your in the beginning of Fallout and ghouls dont even live that long. You have one last chance then you are denied forever.
IGN: snipesinator
Age: 13
Role-Play Exp.: I have an extensive amount of experience in roleplay.
Why Us: The Fallout series was without a doubt one of the best series I have played.
Time You Can Dedicate: Two hours a day or so, 14-24 hours a week.
IC
Name: Kody Petrov
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Appearance: Tall, muscular, black hair, green eyes.
Fears: Mutants
Personality: Intelligent, serious, smart-alec.
Occupation: Dweller of the Wasteland (for now)
Skills: Gun expert, pickpocketing, crafting, manipulation
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue): /me picks up the old, rusty gun and looks at it in awe. He hastily proceeds to dust it off with his bare hands, placing it in his satchel shortly after. Kody proceeds on his way, walking on through the barren wasteland. "I could really go for some meat" he says out loud to himself. He trails off course towards a village where he hopes to find food...
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Kody Petrov is a descendent of a famous Soviet warhero. When he was born his family was forced to give him up to the NCR. At the age of 5, he accidentally exposed himself to some radiation after sneaking away from the NCR camp. At the age of 13, he went back to the camp and stole supplies, food, and a weapon. He traveled far and wide in search of a home, meeting many companions along the way. After staying a while at a little village, it was raided by the NCR who were looking for him. He retaliated, winning the respect of the village as well as more supplies and food. At the age of 24, he finally settled down in New Vegas but was still looking for work...
No. Rp example and back story are way too short. Make them better.
I'm not a whitelister, but I can offer you some advice. You should add a last name to you character, and your role-playing example is horrible and contains no dialogue (talking). Also your backstory is not even 1 paragraph. Also you backstory needs to be your whole entire life (place of birth-where you are now, and how you got into the Mojave)
Meh, could use more detail. Need more back story
OOC
IGN: Thecakeboy1326
Age: 14
Role-Play Exp.: I am not so bad at role-play. I have been white-listed on a few role-play servers before but the other players seemed to be immature and illiterate. I have played both fallout 3 and New Vegas. I love fallout 3 more than New Vegas but it would just be fun to play on a server that revolves around a game I love.
Why Us: I would like to join your server because your server seems more professional ,whether you are or not, then other fallout Role-play servers.
Time You Can Dedicate: About at least 2-3 hours every other, if not every, day.
IC
Name: Zachary Mckay
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Appearance: Dark Brown Hair. Green eyes. Bulky. Most of this not noticeable because him always wearing Enclave Power armor. (The Power armor from F1 and F2. Or Remnants. Whatever you want to call it frankly.)
Fears: Biased fools like the Brotherhood. Sub-humans.
Personality: Likes long walks through metal corridors, Lasers, and Cool Tech. Friendly. Shy. Understanding. (give him a break. He came from a vault.)
Occupation: (currently) Scavenger. Becoming a Enclave Soldier in the near future.
Skills: He is a Marksman with all small arms that use bullets or energy. From the small laser pistols to a 50cal. Anti-material rifle. Mechanically Gifted. Higher than Standard IQ. Most of all he can take more than a bullet or two. (even without the power armor)
Nickname (Optional): Zach... just call him Zach.
RP Example:
Zachary Mckay: Wow... This place got hit hard by the Soviets. Wait, who is that? a survivor?
Jeriah Rholey: Hey...who are you?! Where am I? When am I?
Zachary: hmm... another case of malfunctioning sleeper pods. Buddy it's alright. you are a survivor of a nuclear Armageddon. This is a vault. And guessing by how your reacting this vault has sleeper pods and you were in one. A malfunctioning one at that.
Jeriah: What?! Nuclear Armageddon? Malfunctioning sleeper pods? Vaults? Survivors? what the hell is going on.
Zachary: Calm down buddy its alright... Earth is still in one peace. but Humanity is fighting against each other for what is left of it. Here take this shotgun, you'll need it.
Jeriah: I guess I could fight.
Zachary: Now that the spirit. Hey what is your name anyways?
Jeriah: What does it matter. I'm not going to survive out there. Ill be dead weight. Just leave me here. I need to think. Ill take the shotgun though. Thank you for the info.
Zachary: No problem. If you change your mind just head north along I-95. That's where i'm going.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
Zachary Mckay grew up in the same vault the boomers came from. His father was the Overseer so sometimes he would
be allowed to go into the armory and fire some small arms off. That's all his father allowed. When the Vault was opened by the ones who wanted to leave Zachary's Dad was trapped inside as the Radiation infestation doors closed sealing his dad into the vault forever. His dads friend, Martin Belini helped Zachary and took him somewhere safe instead of going with the rest of the survivors that later formed into the xenophobic boomers. They stayed in a town named novac for awhile until Martin went nuts and people started calling him No-bark. By that time Zachary was 23 and he had a interest to scavenge. One day while on a good scavenge the ground collapsed under Zachary and he fell into a worn out old vault, Vault 74 to be exact. Zachary's fall was luckily cushioned by a sleeper pod which closed on him the second he landed. Thankfully the sleeper had only been set for one month and woke up instantly only thinking he had been out for moments. He found nothing salvageable and climbed out the hole he fell into. When he went to go back to Novac everything was different. No-bark Noonan was dead and he kept hearing that Mr.House had been killed by a Courier that had risen from the dead. Zachary Decided to head to New Vegas since all the recent news was there. on the way there he saw strange things like brotherhood walking around freely and surprisingly no Legion and NCR fights. When Zachary had almost reached the strip he was knocked on the head with a blunt object and woke up in an enclave facility. They asked him many question then left him solitary. He is currently waiting for an answer. This was the form they game him... (whether you accept the application for the enclave or not is deciding if he becomes an enclave member or is let go and goes to join someone else.)
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In-game-name: Thecakeboy1326
In-Character name: Zachary Mckay
In-game-character-age: 23
Special talents?: well if he gets to join the enclave then power armor training. Other than that since he came from the same vault as the boomers he has some experience with guns. He is quick with learning how to use other types of weaponry like energy weapons or explosive weapons. Since he came from a vault in general he is very healthy.
Why the Enclave?: The Enclave is my Second favorite faction in fallout and they are still really cool other than the Brotherhood of Steel.
What Branch do you want to be in?: I just want to be a fighter. so Tesla or 166th Tesla Division.
Will you remain loyal to the Enclave?: Yes
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Do you agree to never disobey officers?: Yes, unless there orders are impossible or outragious.
OOC
IGN: snipesinator
Age: 13
Role-Play Exp.: I have an extensive amount of experience in roleplay.
Why Us: The Fallout series was without a doubt one of the best series I have played.
Time You Can Dedicate: Two hours a day or so, 14-24 hours a week.
IC
Name: Kody Petrov
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Appearance: Tall, muscular, black hair, green eyes.
Fears: Mutants
Personality: Intelligent, serious, smart-alec.
Occupation: Dweller of the Wasteland (for now)
Skills: Gun expert, pickpocketing, crafting, manipulation
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue): /me picks up the old, rusty gun and looks at it in awe. He hastily proceeds to dust it off with his bare hands, placing it in his satchel shortly after. Kody proceeds on his way, walking on through the barren wasteland. "I could really go for some meat" he says out loud to himself. He trails off course towards a village where he hopes to find food...
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Kody Petrov is a descendent of a famous Soviet warhero. When he was born his family was forced to give him up to the NCR. At the age of 5, he accidentally exposed himself to some radiation after sneaking away from the NCR camp. At the age of 13, he went back to the camp and stole supplies, food, and a weapon. He traveled far and wide in search of a home, meeting many companions along the way. After staying a while at a little village, it was raided by the NCR who were looking for him. He retaliated, winning the respect of the village as well as more supplies and food. At the age of 24, he finally settled down in New Vegas but was still looking for work...
Petrov went back to his hometown, but it was deserted. There was no sign of any lifeforms. He decided to embark on a quest to find his mother and father, but was also deciding on joining the Soviets. Torn between finding his parents and enlisting in the Soviets, he decided finding his parents will be of no use as there is little chance he will find them. He again traveled to the nearest Soviet camp and signed up. Finally being able to relax, he set up camp near the Soviets awaiting their response. He sat near a campfire, and sharpened his knife. He slept 12 hours until the early sunrise woke him up. Kody packed up his makeshift camp and went back to the Soviet base. He waited for a response from the recruiters...
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Colonel Radec(Nobark_Noonan): Comrade welcome to the Soviets, fill out these forms and prepare to fight for the Motherland! URA!
Barracks Commander Dimitri(Zimmeme): I shall assign you your barracks number once you meet us, I shall also train you to be a coldblooded killer.
Name (Full): Kody Petrov (Don't know if you want my real name or my character's name, so I put my character's name)
Rank you want if wanted?:Spetsnaz(SpecOps), Kazak(Vehicle guy), Druhzina(Soldier), Engineer(Scientist/worker): Spetznaz
Special Talents? (i.e. fighting, farming, scientist): Fighting, farming, manipulating...
Will you be dedicated?: Yes.
Why do you want to join the Soviets?: Kody Petrov is a descendent of a Soviet warhero.
Will you be loyal and respectful to your fellow soldiers?: Yes, I will.
Will you fight for the glory and die for the Motherland?: Yes, of course!
Alright I can try, I wanted to leave it at a cliffhanger.
Damn, another England kid, THIS IS IMPOSSIBLE AND WE HAVE ALREADY SHOT DOWN THE REST OF THESE KIND OF APPS. Please make it Fallout related and Rp example is not what rp games you have played, but how you rp. That kind of stuff would go under RP experience and it doesnt even count for much cause dialogue in all those games is scripted and you only choose what to say, not actually say anything.
Age: 15
Role-Play Exp.: I used to create story lines for all my fallout characters, it was always fun to me, and I used to go in the backyard with nerf guns and plenty of imagination, so really I just hope everyone's in character in this server
Why Us: Sounds like a lot of fun and by the looks of it, there's going to be quite a lot of people on here, hopefully making the server even better.
Time You Can Dedicate: I can put in an hour per weekdays (girlfriend and sister) weekends I can be on almost unlimited hours, from 10 at night to whenever.
Name: Jericho
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Appearance: Smaller guy, lean, typically in a Russian issued gas mask and a suit.
Fears: Feral Ghouls
Personality: Nice guy, doesn't start fights, but knows how to end them. He's also quiet, but sometimes shares tales of his adventures to the younger children of the villages.
Occupation: Engineer, free roamer of sorts.
Skills: Guns (pistols, rifles), repair, and lock-picking
Nickname: Drifter
RP Example: Searching through the ruins for two days now Jericho had found nothing, no scrap parts, no food, not even a weapon. He had begun losing hope in the town, just then he saw them. A group of raiders.
Jericho: One, two, thre-
His counting had been stopped by what had sounded like a growl of sorts.
Jericho: That's no dog, (thinks to himself) More like a super mutant...
Out of the blue, a behemoth busted through the locked library!
Raider 1: WHAT THE F**^K IS THAT THING!
Raider 2: SHOOT THE DAMN THING!
Raider 3: BURNNNN!!!!!
He started burning the behemoth but it kept coming at him, his death was inevitable, as the behemoth grabbed him and tore him in half.
Raider 1: RUN!
The second raider had ran towards Jericho, attracting attention to the small man.
Raider 1: SHI-
The raider is grabbed and thrown into raider 2, Jericho watches as their skulls make a horrifying crack against each other, he looks up to see the behemoth staring at him snorting.
Jericho: Well this isn't the worst I've seen.
He was a little shaken over what he just saw, but years of seeing people drinking their own urine, eating toes, and dying horribly slow due to radiation, or plain torture, had made him frosty.
The behemoth started a charge toward Jericho, who ran up the stairs of the ruined house. The behemoth did nothing more than break a few support beams, the house shook a little.
Jericho: This is going to be harder than I thought, (as he observed his surrounding)
He saw his route, he jumped out the window onto the roof of the small convenient store, he did a tuck and roll followed by a quick sprint to the edge of the roof, he noticed the behemoth still chasing underneath, he then noticed the large sign on the nearby motel and been hanging only by a few wires, he walked back to the other side of the building and ran as fast as he could, he jumped, just inches from missing he got the ledge of a window, he quickly climbed in to see a cache of weapons and food followed by a skeleton with some old garments on it.
Jericho: Well at least I earned something from this...
He then ran for the roof, once on top he attracted the enraged behemoth, staring at him the behemoth payed no attention toward the sign. He began pounding on the brick wall, slowly but surely crumbling the building's foundation. It was now or never, Jericho took out his knife and cut the wire. Floor after floor the sign fell, gaining momentum, until finally striking it's target. A large bang could be heard followed by a very loud fall, he looked down to see the beast knocked out. With no breath wasted he ran for the food and weapons taking only what he needed, ammo, and nice pistol, and some salisbury steak from god knows how long ago. He then made his way out of the motel and out of the town.
Jericho: (Slight laughter) Wait till they hear this back at the bar...
Backstory: Jericho is a guy who likes to show the bright side of things, he may not always be open, but he always observes and learns fast. He's vowed never to start a family in the wasteland, for he knows he could never raise a child or protect anyone besides himself. His past remains unknown to most, as he has a pretty messed up childhood. His mask means more to him than just some random mask, it's his persona, what makes him feel as if he has a chance out in the harsh wastelands. All he does is survive really, he never set any goals besides that, he also loves helping, but knows he can't help everyone. He doubts ever seeing a normal world, or a rebuilt one, but as long as he's got guns to clean, robots to repair, and locks to pick, he'll have a purpose, and that's all he ever looked for in such a scorched world... (Hope this is good, I would really love feedback, adjustments will be made according to what you say, I'm really looking forward to this server and wish you a great day ) EDIT: By the way if you want me to cut down on any language say so, I just put that in to show the suspense of the raiders seeing a behemoth right in front of them. 2nd Edit Is this all in the Mojave? If so I will edit the whole story if needed, I just want to know, I played all the fallout games (including the first two and some other ones ) so if that's an issue please inform me.
I posted mine that was already accepted to show what a standard application should generally look like. if your read the fine bold print at the top of my app you would know this.
And if you had read through the last 3-4 pages you would see what I mean. And dont get me started on the messages I have been getting.