Role-Play Exp.: I have played a lot of roleplaying games in my past years.I have played Mass Effect 1 and 2, Morrowind,Oblivion,Uncharted 1 and 2.I know roleplaying means taking on the role of your charecter with everything you say and do.
Why Us: I have played many Roleplaying servers and yours looks like the best one so far I have played every fallout thats avalible to me.
Time You Can Dedicate: I can dedicate usally around 5 hours a day on weekdays(depends on College work)and about 25ish on the weekends.
IC
Name: Ronny Riggz
Gender: Male
Age: 26
Appearance: Muscular ,dark tan,Blue eyes ,Brown hair spiked up,About 6 feet tall,Skinny for my build.I usally go around in tan armor with a brown cape to hide incase I am spotted.
Fears: I fear nothing but DeathClaws that aren't blind.Even after i shoot them with my rifle they still dont die.
Personality: Very stealth like,when im with friends I usally talk alot,but im always on my guard.
Occupation: Im a professional assassin.I work as a Sniper for my scout company.Usally doing mercenary work for any group that pays the right amount of caps.Or every now and then i go bounty Hunting.
Skills: Im a Professional Assassin useing my .50cal Rifle.I have learned to blend in with my surroundings.I always work more for headshots when im with my company,but alone i go for the heart and cut there head off for proof of kill. (POK)
Nickname (Optional): Hawkeye Riggz
RP Example (Add Dialogue): I wandered around the desert looking for a job.Little did i know it was right in front of me.I came upon a small town about 5 miles outside of New Vegas."hey, you there, what do you think your doing"? I looked around and saw no one."over here"said a female voice.I looked around but I still couldnt find anyone."okay you moran, im coming up dont shoot me".I got my rifle ready incase.I saw a big silver pod come out of the ground slowly,then I saw a door open.The prettist girl I have ever seen came out of it."ok come with me,im takeing you to see the elder" she said.I had no idea what was happeneing I havent said a word ever since she asked me what I was doing."whats your name" she asked me.I said "Ronny, Ronny Riggz".She said"pleasure to meet u Ronny,Im Veronica".We walked in a huge room on both sides of me were Armor and huge lasers and Plasma cannons."where are we going", I Said".She told me "to see the elder he will know what to do". I said nothing in return.We walked what seemeed like forever until we came accross a strange room.It was dimmly lit and had mabey 100 computers and gizmo's I have never seen before at the top of what seemed like a pyramid of tech was a man in Red robes sitting at a huge touch screen computer."Elder Trenton, We have a visitor who was about to walk into our minefield, like you said watch camera F-02"Veronica said."O well its a good thing hes here". I here your are a bounty hunter, and from what I hear from my scouts you are the best"the Elder said."yes" I told him."good we are in need of your services" he told me."Sir if you dont mind me asking who are you guys" I said."We are the Brotherhood of Steel". he told me.I was surprised the BoS needed me.....ME wow this might be a good job after all, I thought to myself."What do you need me to do".I asked him."we need you to kill Robert Black"."hes in the BoS but Veronica here has evidence of hime sneaking tech out and selling it to the Legion and the NCR for personal Caps"."Ok so where is he right now" I asked him""hes in Block E in the dining facilty". he said."ok but what if your men fire at me". "Dont worry they wont fire at you I told them to leave him alone when your come in". "Ok ill go there right away". "Veronica, be a dear and show him to the dining facilty"."Yes sir" she answered.We made it to the dining facilty and as the elder said everyone but me and him left.He asked me a qeastion "So your the scum who has come to kill me". I thought to myself he knows???????? what the hell is this a setup????.He said" I know what your thinking,How do I know?Is this a setup?Am I going to die?
THE END (sorry mind kinda went blank and forgot what I was gonna say)
backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):When I was born my mother died giving birth.My father raised me from a baby to a grown man.Everything my father knew he taught me.He tuaght me how to live off the enviorment,live off the animals.....But most importently he taught me how to be a Assassin.
Im 26 now both parents dead ( not a clitch dad died of old age) and im finding a way to make a living.I wander through the Heat blasted Mojave Desert with my .50cal on my back and my knapsack of food and water.I came to nearby town outside of goodsprings.It was weird because this town wasn't on the map.As I got a closer look I saw the NCR fighting some Super Mutants.I quickly joined in Blowing 3 mutants heads off.After the battle was over I was given caps and ammo from the NCR.I wondered why they were here.They told me a super mutant town popped up here overnight.I told them that was impossible towns just dont spring up.They thought the same thing till the day before they patrolled this aarea and nothing was here.I asked them if they needed any help,they said the best thing to do is to go to the mountain and snipe any Mutants I see.I told them ok.I went up there and about caried of joy when I saw about 30 super mutants in the town.one by one I plucked there heads off with my Rifle.As soon as I killed the last one, I felt a sharp pain in my back.I turned around to find a Cadaver(spellcheck me if im wroung) sting me.I quinced in pain as I pulled out my .357 magnum and shot it 3 times before I died.I heard someone scream "MEDIC" and the NCR run over to me.Next thing I knew I was being carried to someplace,then I pasted out.
I awoke in the middle of a battle it was the Legion fighting the NCR guards wo carried me.I slowed got my rifle and was about to snipe someone(not telling who because I dont want to ruin any alligence I might get in game)and I was hit in the back of the head with a gun.The last thing I saw was more NCR coming from some big dam.
I awoke again in a differant place."god damit" I said,"I hate it when people knock me out"."well hello there"said a voice.I got up and walking away in sheer dissapointment of being knocked out twice.I grabbed my rifle and walked away from Hoover Dam.
I kept walking till I found a town,The town I found was Goodsprings.I think ill just stay in town for the rest of my life.Well that didnt work out after I met Henry and James,They asked me if I wanted to join there mercenary crew.they told me they needed a good sniper."how do you know im a good sniper" I asked them."My father was your fathers best friend,and he told me to find you in 15 years.It was rhe best decision I'n my life to join that crew,ever since I have never regreted a single part of it.
Thanks for reading my Application -Nexeoes hope to be whitelisted ;] Im srry if my gammer isnt exactly perfect we all make mistakes and im taking english as a second language im german
EDIT: This is for InsaneArtist I did as you asked me to I spread my background and capitalized all the I's. I also would like to know if you could use someone to join your faction "Soviet" I was waiting to be accepted first before I post a application.Thanks for re-reading my application
IGN: zziggy Age: 19 Role-Play Exp.: Other MC servers, MMO's, etc Why Us: This server looks badass! And because I love the Fallout series.
Time You Can Dedicate: 2hrs/day
IC
Name: Nate Rayder Gender: M Age: Unknown -- Mid 20's Appearance: Thin-Athletic build with dark brown hair. Often times seen wearing something covering the face. Fears: Deathclaws and fear of radiation poisoning Personality: Cautious and usually keeps to himself. He has learned to trust nobody and to fend for himself. Occupation: Blacksmith and Craftsmen. Skills: Rifles and pistols, crafting, tracking. Nickname (Optional): Ray or Rayder RP Example (Add Dialogue):
While venturing North of the strip, Rayder found himself being followed by a group of savage fiends. Rayder rounded the corner of a blown out building and quickly checked his two pistols he had acquired from his father years ago. Loaded. Clean. Safety off. The fiends rounded the corner and found themselves face to face with Rayder. Rayder: "What do you want?" Rayder spotted who he thought was the leader, and quickly noted the other 3 fiends were armed with knives.
Fiend Leader: "Caps..your caps -- hand em' over."
Rayder reached towards his back pocket, winked, then with a flash unloaded his father's six-shooter into the leader's chest. The other fiends reacted quickly and charged Rayder without hesitation. Rayder reached for his other pistol but it was quickly knocked away. The fiends approached Rayder with an evil grin. But then a crack rang out in the distance, and the next thing Rayder knew he was covered in blood. But not his own. Once he wiped the blood from his eyes he saw only two fiends remaining. The third kneeling and mutilated. Rayder muttered, "..I've got friends too you know". But in reality, he had no idea who had taken the shot. The fiends ran in separate directions, and Rayder was left to go on his way. He proceeded to casually pick up his father's six-shooters, and then walked back South towards the strip, still clueless as to who just saved his life. But Rayder trusts nobody, and he knows he can't try to make friends with anyone who could kill him just as easily as they had saved him.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
Rayder only remembers pieces of his childhood. He remembers his father teaching him how to survive in the cruel wasteland that had become their home. He was taught to craft anything he needed, and how to wield a weapon. His memories of growing up fade in and out. But he remembers one day very clearly -- the day his father was taken captive. While hunting about ten miles Southwest of the strip, an NCR patrol questioned Rayder's father and his activities. The NCR suspected Rayder's father to be a wanted murderer and a criminal. Rayder didn't believe it, but neither did the NCR. The NCR pushed Rayder away,taking his father, and leaving him alone in the world.
But his father had taught him well, and although just surviving the day was a struggle, Rayder managed to find water and eat a meal or two a day. Rayder created his own haven a few miles west of the strip. Clean water was nearby, along with good hunting grounds. Patrols and enemies of the people rarely came by. Life was okay for Rayder. But his memories haunted him and he couldn't let himself settle. He had to find his father. He had to get back at the NCR. And so he set out. To where he didn't know and to accomplish something he still had to discover.
Note:RP example is not fully taken from the story.
OOC
IGN:Supermon14
Age:16
Role-Play Exp.:SAMP, LS-RP Server,played for 1 year as a faction member(I like to stick to 1 server). Played few RP servers at GMOD as well.
Why Us:I was looking for a serious RP. War in minecraft for a long time and then I found you guys.
Time You Can Dedicate:2-4 Hours on school day. 3-4 Saturday (no school). 3-5+ on holidays.
Fears:Biker gangs. People with eye patch, bad memories from the murder of his parents.
Personality:Serious man, having a hard time trusting others but when he trusts somebody he trusts him completly. A cold man, not very friendly. Altough he is not friendly he knows how to talk and convince others. Likes to follow a leader and stick to a group, it gives him confident.
Occupation:Wastelander. Hunter.
Skills: Charismatic, knows how to talk to people. Sharpshooter, good with rifles and pistols.
Nickname (Optional):Andy.
RP Example (Add Dialogue):Andrew was nervous this moment, this moment was the moment he have waited waited for since he was 8. Andrew hid with Ellis in the bushes. Andrew had his Lincoln's repeater Hunting Rifle and Ellis Had Shotgun. Andrew breathe heavily, he could see the bikers in the horizon coming in high speed to him leaving smokey dust trails behind them.
Ellis looked at Andrew and said:"Don't you be too nevous boy!. You only have 1 chance and u should be focused" Andrew and Ellis laughed a bit and Andrew said:"After this... what should I do?" Ellis:"I dunno, its your choice... but remember! Aim for the head"
Andrew strached and Aimed with his weapon. the bikers was very close to Andrew and Ellis
Ellis *whisper*:"Are ya' ready for this?" Andrew answers *whisper*:"Yeah.. im ready, are u ready?" Ellis *whisper*:"On my Mark 3.. 2.. 1.. Open Fire!"
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Andrew and his parents left the vault when he was 10. They started the journey to find a new hope, outside the vault.
They left the vault not only because they wanted to find new hope they wanted Andrew will see the outside, the wasteland.
His parents wanted him to live a good life outside the vault under no control of anyone.
They were near Kansas very near, when bikers appeared. The stopped near them, pulled their guns and took their money.
After that they started shooting and killed both of his parents. They didn't shoot Andrew on purpose, they just left him be.
Andrew settled in Kansas. He was adopted by Derek and Susan. They loved him so much and Derek taught Andrew how to survive in the wasteland, which means how to get food, get money, and how to shoot. Because he knew as soon as Andrew is 16 He is going on a journey to find and kill the gang that murdered his parents.
When Andrew was 16 he started looking for the gang. He asked people had to do many missions for them.
When Andrew was 18 he found a clue that told him the name of the gang . With that information he found out the gang's hide out. So he began another journey to the place, and when he got there he saw they moved from the hideout, on the wall there was a map that showed where is the new hide out.
On the way to the new hide out he met Ellis. Ellis was a 37 years old man, that helped Andrew get his revenge. Andrew and Ellis talked and became friends. Ellis offered Andrew help, he said he has a vehicle and they drove to the gang.
When they arrived their he saw them sitting around, drinking and counting the victims money. Andrew looked at their faces, finally he t tought, finally I found them. Andrew and Ellis took out the guns and started shooting like there's no tomorrow. After the confirmed death and lit the place up, the left.
When they came back to Ellis's home the two guys separated to two different ways. They said goodbye. Each went to a different and a new way.
Andrew , once again, looked for a new hope, something that will help him forget the past, but not his parents, something that will help him move on and start a new life, the big wasteland.
IGN:zenzored Age:16 Role-Play Exp.: Been playing DnD since I was eight years old. Been DMing most of that time, if that counts for anything. Why Us: I have been searching for a good RP server with a good community. This appears to be it. Time You Can Dedicate: Upwards of ten hours a week.
IC
Name:Iskren Henteir Gender: Male Age: 23 Appearance: Tall, brown haired, blue eyed, Just the hint of maliciousness in his eye. Fears: Death, more specifically, the afterlife. Personality: On the surface, a very nice and persuasive guy. Deeper, he is terrifyingly evil, and does not care for anyone but himself. In fact, he despises bandits and raiders, simply because they're competition. He views all people as tools, and uses them as such. Occupation: He makes temporary deals with people, gets what he wants, then leaves (almost always what he leaves behind is worse for wear, if still breathing.) Skills: Lying, acting, and talking to people are his primary skills. Sneaking about and fighting are secondary. Nickname (Optional): He makes names up on the fly as he needs them, almost never using his real name. RP Example (Add Dialogue): "So, Harris, I'll help you turn over this town, and we split the loot between your gang, and me." Iskren said.
"That is the deal, yes."
"Alright, well, attack at three A.M.. The doors will be unlocked, and they'll all be sleeping. The guards will be unconscious, kill them if you like." Iskren laid it out plainly.
"If you are lying-"
"If I am lying you will never know it, Mr. Harris. Good doing business with you." Iskren walked out of the camp, beginning to whistle a familiar tune.
The attack went down without a hitch, and Harris the bandit leader decided to massacre everyone in the town.
"Food for two weeks, and two thousand bottle caps. A good haul." Harris said.
"Hmmm...yes. Drinks then!" The two drank late into the night, and after hours, Harris finally passed out. "That ******* can hold his liquor." Iskren smiled as he finished the water left in his glass, smiling at his own ruse. He went about, and gathered up all the bandits' weapons, and the loot, put them into a chest, and buried it. Iskren left the mess hall they were all sleeping in, and barred all the doors. He set fire to it with a couple of molotov cocktails, grabbed the supplies, and walked away as the town burned down behind him. Humming a happy tune, he disappeared into the night. Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Iskren grew up a normal life- as normal as could be considering it was a post-apocalyptic society, and seemed a happy child. However somewhere along the line, something happened to cause Iskren to begin turning evil, and by his adulthood he was a twisted individual indeed. For years he traveled around the capital wasteland, doing as he pleased, accruing skills, weapons, and wealth. Of course, all good things come to an end, and he was found out. His reputation as an evil individual spread like a wildfire, and soon everyone knew what he looked like, and what he sounded like. One day he got cornered by a group of Brotherhood members, and they gave him an ultimatum- strip down to the clothes on your back, leave the capital wasteland, and never come back, or he'd be killed. Seeing his options were death, or exile, he left.
Four months he wandered, and finally he came upon the Mojave desert. The dam had just been captured by the NCR, and the wasteland was ripe for exploration- and his reputation hadn't spread here. With a smile, and whistling a familiar tune, he walked towards New Vegas. He didn't know what he'd do there, but it'd leave a mark. A mark in sanguine.
(Note: Second time I have posted this, not because it's been rejected, but because it hasn't been reviewed. I know you guys have a whole lot on your hands right now, starting a server and all, but if you could read this and get back to me with a yes/no faster, I'd be much obliged.)
IGN:zenzored Age:16 Role-Play Exp.: Been playing DnD since I was eight years old. Been DMing most of that time, if that counts for anything. Why Us: I have been searching for a good RP server with a good community. This appears to be it. Time You Can Dedicate: Upwards of ten hours a week.
IC
Name:Iskren Henteir Gender: Male Age: 23 Appearance: Tall, brown haired, blue eyed, Just the hint of maliciousness in his eye. Fears: Death, more specifically, the afterlife. Personality: On the surface, a very nice and persuasive guy. Deeper, he is terrifyingly evil, and does not care for anyone but himself. In fact, he despises bandits and raiders, simply because they're competition. He views all people as tools, and uses them as such. Occupation: He makes temporary deals with people, gets what he wants, then leaves (almost always what he leaves behind is worse for wear, if still breathing.) Skills: Lying, acting, and talking to people are his primary skills. Sneaking about and fighting are secondary. Nickname (Optional): He makes names up on the fly as he needs them, almost never using his real name. RP Example (Add Dialogue): "So, Harris, I'll help you turn over this town, and we split the loot between your gang, and me." Iskren said.
"That is the deal, yes."
"Alright, well, attack at three A.M.. The doors will be unlocked, and they'll all be sleeping. The guards will be unconscious, kill them if you like." Iskren laid it out plainly.
"If you are lying-"
"If I am lying you will never know it, Mr. Harris. Good doing business with you." Iskren walked out of the camp, beginning to whistle a familiar tune.
The attack went down without a hitch, and Harris the bandit leader decided to massacre everyone in the town.
"Food for two weeks, and two thousand bottle caps. A good haul." Harris said.
"Hmmm...yes. Drinks then!" The two drank late into the night, and after hours, Harris finally passed out. "That ******* can hold his liquor." Iskren smiled as he finished the water left in his glass, smiling at his own ruse. He went about, and gathered up all the bandits' weapons, and the loot, put them into a chest, and buried it. Iskren left the mess hall they were all sleeping in, and barred all the doors. He set fire to it with a couple of molotov cocktails, grabbed the supplies, and walked away as the town burned down behind him. Humming a happy tune, he disappeared into the night. Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Iskren grew up a normal life- as normal as could be considering it was a post-apocalyptic society, and seemed a happy child. However somewhere along the line, something happened to cause Iskren to begin turning evil, and by his adulthood he was a twisted individual indeed. For years he traveled around the capital wasteland, doing as he pleased, accruing skills, weapons, and wealth. Of course, all good things come to an end, and he was found out. His reputation as an evil individual spread like a wildfire, and soon everyone knew what he looked like, and what he sounded like. One day he got cornered by a group of Brotherhood members, and they gave him an ultimatum- strip down to the clothes on your back, leave the capital wasteland, and never come back, or he'd be killed. Seeing his options were death, or exile, he left.
Four months he wandered, and finally he came upon the Mojave desert. The dam had just been captured by the NCR, and the wasteland was ripe for exploration- and his reputation hadn't spread here. With a smile, and whistling a familiar tune, he walked towards New Vegas. He didn't know what he'd do there, but it'd leave a mark. A mark in sanguine.
(Note: Second time I have posted this, not because it's been rejected, but because it hasn't been reviewed. I know you guys have a whole lot on your hands right now, starting a server and all, but if you could read this and get back to me with a yes/no faster, I'd be much obliged.)
your backstory is too short please fix
but other then that good work we need a"bad guy" to cause IC havok
And another thing, Could I maybe join and help you guys finish it up? I'm not doing a whole lot on MineCraft since this server isn't out yet :biggrin.gif:
A person from the vault just attacked our server. He lit several buildings on fire and left to go back to vault. Server will probably be delayed in opening due to repairs having to be made and a lack in trust to anyone else who tries to get on. So dont ask to be let on server before it is open, cause it ain't happening.
A person from the vault just attacked our server. He lit several buildings on fire and left to go back to vault. Server will probably be delayed in opening due to repairs having to be made and a lack in trust to anyone else who tries to get on. So dont ask to be let on server before it is open, cause it ain't happening.
what is the bad history between the vault server and this server? is it because they think that you guys are stealing an idea or somthing? or are they doing it to be jerks?
what is the bad history between the vault server and this server? is it because they think that you guys are stealing an idea or somthing or are they doing it to be jerks?
There has been some bad history between both servers, for the entire list of reasons, you would have to get the original creator of Vault RP. Otherwise, most of us will never know.
Ok then, you will probably have to repost it later then to get it out from all these posts and the ones coming up.
3, but one guy just did 4 in 3 days, so
IGN: Nexeoes
Age: 17
Role-Play Exp.: I have played a lot of roleplaying games in my past years.I have played Mass Effect 1 and 2, Morrowind,Oblivion,Uncharted 1 and 2.I know roleplaying means taking on the role of your charecter with everything you say and do.
Why Us: I have played many Roleplaying servers and yours looks like the best one so far I have played every fallout thats avalible to me.
Time You Can Dedicate: I can dedicate usally around 5 hours a day on weekdays(depends on College work)and about 25ish on the weekends.
IC
Name: Ronny Riggz
Gender: Male
Age: 26
Appearance: Muscular ,dark tan,Blue eyes ,Brown hair spiked up,About 6 feet tall,Skinny for my build.I usally go around in tan armor with a brown cape to hide incase I am spotted.
Fears: I fear nothing but DeathClaws that aren't blind.Even after i shoot them with my rifle they still dont die.
Personality: Very stealth like,when im with friends I usally talk alot,but im always on my guard.
Occupation: Im a professional assassin.I work as a Sniper for my scout company.Usally doing mercenary work for any group that pays the right amount of caps.Or every now and then i go bounty Hunting.
Skills: Im a Professional Assassin useing my .50cal Rifle.I have learned to blend in with my surroundings.I always work more for headshots when im with my company,but alone i go for the heart and cut there head off for proof of kill. (POK)
Nickname (Optional): Hawkeye Riggz
RP Example (Add Dialogue): I wandered around the desert looking for a job.Little did i know it was right in front of me.I came upon a small town about 5 miles outside of New Vegas."hey, you there, what do you think your doing"? I looked around and saw no one."over here"said a female voice.I looked around but I still couldnt find anyone."okay you moran, im coming up dont shoot me".I got my rifle ready incase.I saw a big silver pod come out of the ground slowly,then I saw a door open.The prettist girl I have ever seen came out of it."ok come with me,im takeing you to see the elder" she said.I had no idea what was happeneing I havent said a word ever since she asked me what I was doing."whats your name" she asked me.I said "Ronny, Ronny Riggz".She said"pleasure to meet u Ronny,Im Veronica".We walked in a huge room on both sides of me were Armor and huge lasers and Plasma cannons."where are we going", I Said".She told me "to see the elder he will know what to do". I said nothing in return.We walked what seemeed like forever until we came accross a strange room.It was dimmly lit and had mabey 100 computers and gizmo's I have never seen before at the top of what seemed like a pyramid of tech was a man in Red robes sitting at a huge touch screen computer."Elder Trenton, We have a visitor who was about to walk into our minefield, like you said watch camera F-02"Veronica said."O well its a good thing hes here". I here your are a bounty hunter, and from what I hear from my scouts you are the best"the Elder said."yes" I told him."good we are in need of your services" he told me."Sir if you dont mind me asking who are you guys" I said."We are the Brotherhood of Steel". he told me.I was surprised the BoS needed me.....ME wow this might be a good job after all, I thought to myself."What do you need me to do".I asked him."we need you to kill Robert Black"."hes in the BoS but Veronica here has evidence of hime sneaking tech out and selling it to the Legion and the NCR for personal Caps"."Ok so where is he right now" I asked him""hes in Block E in the dining facilty". he said."ok but what if your men fire at me". "Dont worry they wont fire at you I told them to leave him alone when your come in". "Ok ill go there right away". "Veronica, be a dear and show him to the dining facilty"."Yes sir" she answered.We made it to the dining facilty and as the elder said everyone but me and him left.He asked me a qeastion "So your the scum who has come to kill me". I thought to myself he knows???????? what the hell is this a setup????.He said" I know what your thinking,How do I know?Is this a setup?Am I going to die?
THE END (sorry mind kinda went blank and forgot what I was gonna say)
backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):When I was born my mother died giving birth.My father raised me from a baby to a grown man.Everything my father knew he taught me.He tuaght me how to live off the enviorment,live off the animals.....But most importently he taught me how to be a Assassin.
Im 26 now both parents dead ( not a clitch dad died of old age) and im finding a way to make a living.I wander through the Heat blasted Mojave Desert with my .50cal on my back and my knapsack of food and water.I came to nearby town outside of goodsprings.It was weird because this town wasn't on the map.As I got a closer look I saw the NCR fighting some Super Mutants.I quickly joined in Blowing 3 mutants heads off.After the battle was over I was given caps and ammo from the NCR.I wondered why they were here.They told me a super mutant town popped up here overnight.I told them that was impossible towns just dont spring up.They thought the same thing till the day before they patrolled this aarea and nothing was here.I asked them if they needed any help,they said the best thing to do is to go to the mountain and snipe any Mutants I see.I told them ok.I went up there and about caried of joy when I saw about 30 super mutants in the town.one by one I plucked there heads off with my Rifle.As soon as I killed the last one, I felt a sharp pain in my back.I turned around to find a Cadaver(spellcheck me if im wroung) sting me.I quinced in pain as I pulled out my .357 magnum and shot it 3 times before I died.I heard someone scream "MEDIC" and the NCR run over to me.Next thing I knew I was being carried to someplace,then I pasted out.
I awoke in the middle of a battle it was the Legion fighting the NCR guards wo carried me.I slowed got my rifle and was about to snipe someone(not telling who because I dont want to ruin any alligence I might get in game)and I was hit in the back of the head with a gun.The last thing I saw was more NCR coming from some big dam.
I awoke again in a differant place."god damit" I said,"I hate it when people knock me out"."well hello there"said a voice.I got up and walking away in sheer dissapointment of being knocked out twice.I grabbed my rifle and walked away from Hoover Dam.
I kept walking till I found a town,The town I found was Goodsprings.I think ill just stay in town for the rest of my life.Well that didnt work out after I met Henry and James,They asked me if I wanted to join there mercenary crew.they told me they needed a good sniper."how do you know im a good sniper" I asked them."My father was your fathers best friend,and he told me to find you in 15 years.It was rhe best decision I'n my life to join that crew,ever since I have never regreted a single part of it.
Thanks for reading my Application -Nexeoes hope to be whitelisted ;] Im srry if my gammer isnt exactly perfect we all make mistakes and im taking english as a second language im german
EDIT: This is for InsaneArtist I did as you asked me to I spread my background and capitalized all the I's. I also would like to know if you could use someone to join your faction "Soviet" I was waiting to be accepted first before I post a application.Thanks for re-reading my application
Im not a TNT Noob that likes to **** up things, just saying ;P
Age: 19
Role-Play Exp.: Other MC servers, MMO's, etc
Why Us: This server looks badass! And because I love the Fallout series.
Time You Can Dedicate: 2hrs/day
IC
Name: Nate Rayder
Gender: M
Age: Unknown -- Mid 20's
Appearance: Thin-Athletic build with dark brown hair. Often times seen wearing something covering the face.
Fears: Deathclaws and fear of radiation poisoning
Personality: Cautious and usually keeps to himself. He has learned to trust nobody and to fend for himself.
Occupation: Blacksmith and Craftsmen.
Skills: Rifles and pistols, crafting, tracking.
Nickname (Optional): Ray or Rayder
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
While venturing North of the strip, Rayder found himself being followed by a group of savage fiends. Rayder rounded the corner of a blown out building and quickly checked his two pistols he had acquired from his father years ago. Loaded. Clean. Safety off. The fiends rounded the corner and found themselves face to face with Rayder. Rayder: "What do you want?" Rayder spotted who he thought was the leader, and quickly noted the other 3 fiends were armed with knives.
Fiend Leader: "Caps..your caps -- hand em' over."
Rayder reached towards his back pocket, winked, then with a flash unloaded his father's six-shooter into the leader's chest. The other fiends reacted quickly and charged Rayder without hesitation. Rayder reached for his other pistol but it was quickly knocked away. The fiends approached Rayder with an evil grin. But then a crack rang out in the distance, and the next thing Rayder knew he was covered in blood. But not his own. Once he wiped the blood from his eyes he saw only two fiends remaining. The third kneeling and mutilated. Rayder muttered, "..I've got friends too you know". But in reality, he had no idea who had taken the shot. The fiends ran in separate directions, and Rayder was left to go on his way. He proceeded to casually pick up his father's six-shooters, and then walked back South towards the strip, still clueless as to who just saved his life. But Rayder trusts nobody, and he knows he can't try to make friends with anyone who could kill him just as easily as they had saved him.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
Rayder only remembers pieces of his childhood. He remembers his father teaching him how to survive in the cruel wasteland that had become their home. He was taught to craft anything he needed, and how to wield a weapon. His memories of growing up fade in and out. But he remembers one day very clearly -- the day his father was taken captive. While hunting about ten miles Southwest of the strip, an NCR patrol questioned Rayder's father and his activities. The NCR suspected Rayder's father to be a wanted murderer and a criminal. Rayder didn't believe it, but neither did the NCR. The NCR pushed Rayder away,taking his father, and leaving him alone in the world.
But his father had taught him well, and although just surviving the day was a struggle, Rayder managed to find water and eat a meal or two a day. Rayder created his own haven a few miles west of the strip. Clean water was nearby, along with good hunting grounds. Patrols and enemies of the people rarely came by. Life was okay for Rayder. But his memories haunted him and he couldn't let himself settle. He had to find his father. He had to get back at the NCR. And so he set out. To where he didn't know and to accomplish something he still had to discover.
Note:RP example is not fully taken from the story.
OOC
IGN:Supermon14
Age:16
Role-Play Exp.:SAMP, LS-RP Server,played for 1 year as a faction member(I like to stick to 1 server). Played few RP servers at GMOD as well.
Why Us:I was looking for a serious RP. War in minecraft for a long time and then I found you guys.
Time You Can Dedicate:2-4 Hours on school day. 3-4 Saturday (no school). 3-5+ on holidays.
IC
Name:Andrew Rentos.
Gender:Male.
Age:20. Was born: June 2,2264.
Appearance:Brown spiky medium-short hair. Olive-green
eyes(Example).Pallor-Caucasian race. Muscular-Average body. 185 CM long.
Fears:Biker gangs. People with eye patch, bad memories from the murder of his parents.
Personality:Serious man, having a hard time trusting others but when he trusts somebody he trusts him completly. A cold man, not very friendly. Altough he is not friendly he knows how to talk and convince others. Likes to follow a leader and stick to a group, it gives him confident.
Occupation:Wastelander. Hunter.
Skills: Charismatic, knows how to talk to people. Sharpshooter, good with rifles and pistols.
Nickname (Optional):Andy.
RP Example (Add Dialogue):Andrew was nervous this moment, this moment was the moment he have waited waited for since he was 8. Andrew hid with Ellis in the bushes. Andrew had his Lincoln's repeater Hunting Rifle and Ellis Had Shotgun. Andrew breathe heavily, he could see the bikers in the horizon coming in high speed to him leaving smokey dust trails behind them.
Ellis looked at Andrew and said:"Don't you be too nevous boy!. You only have 1 chance and u should be focused" Andrew and Ellis laughed a bit and Andrew said:"After this... what should I do?" Ellis:"I dunno, its your choice... but remember! Aim for the head"
Andrew strached and Aimed with his weapon. the bikers was very close to Andrew and Ellis
Ellis *whisper*:"Are ya' ready for this?" Andrew answers *whisper*:"Yeah.. im ready, are u ready?" Ellis *whisper*:"On my Mark 3.. 2.. 1.. Open Fire!"
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Andrew and his parents left the vault when he was 10. They started the journey to find a new hope, outside the vault.
They left the vault not only because they wanted to find new hope they wanted Andrew will see the outside, the wasteland.
His parents wanted him to live a good life outside the vault under no control of anyone.
They were near Kansas very near, when bikers appeared. The stopped near them, pulled their guns and took their money.
After that they started shooting and killed both of his parents. They didn't shoot Andrew on purpose, they just left him be.
Andrew settled in Kansas. He was adopted by Derek and Susan. They loved him so much and Derek taught Andrew how to survive in the wasteland, which means how to get food, get money, and how to shoot. Because he knew as soon as Andrew is 16 He is going on a journey to find and kill the gang that murdered his parents.
When Andrew was 16 he started looking for the gang. He asked people had to do many missions for them.
When Andrew was 18 he found a clue that told him the name of the gang . With that information he found out the gang's hide out. So he began another journey to the place, and when he got there he saw they moved from the hideout, on the wall there was a map that showed where is the new hide out.
On the way to the new hide out he met Ellis. Ellis was a 37 years old man, that helped Andrew get his revenge. Andrew and Ellis talked and became friends. Ellis offered Andrew help, he said he has a vehicle and they drove to the gang.
When they arrived their he saw them sitting around, drinking and counting the victims money. Andrew looked at their faces, finally he t tought, finally I found them. Andrew and Ellis took out the guns and started shooting like there's no tomorrow. After the confirmed death and lit the place up, the left.
When they came back to Ellis's home the two guys separated to two different ways. They said goodbye. Each went to a different and a new way.
Andrew , once again, looked for a new hope, something that will help him forget the past, but not his parents, something that will help him move on and start a new life, the big wasteland.
IGN:zenzored
Age:16
Role-Play Exp.: Been playing DnD since I was eight years old. Been DMing most of that time, if that counts for anything.
Why Us: I have been searching for a good RP server with a good community. This appears to be it.
Time You Can Dedicate: Upwards of ten hours a week.
IC
Name:Iskren Henteir
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Appearance: Tall, brown haired, blue eyed, Just the hint of maliciousness in his eye.
Fears: Death, more specifically, the afterlife.
Personality: On the surface, a very nice and persuasive guy. Deeper, he is terrifyingly evil, and does not care for anyone but himself. In fact, he despises bandits and raiders, simply because they're competition. He views all people as tools, and uses them as such.
Occupation: He makes temporary deals with people, gets what he wants, then leaves (almost always what he leaves behind is worse for wear, if still breathing.)
Skills: Lying, acting, and talking to people are his primary skills. Sneaking about and fighting are secondary.
Nickname (Optional): He makes names up on the fly as he needs them, almost never using his real name.
RP Example (Add Dialogue): "So, Harris, I'll help you turn over this town, and we split the loot between your gang, and me." Iskren said.
"That is the deal, yes."
"Alright, well, attack at three A.M.. The doors will be unlocked, and they'll all be sleeping. The guards will be unconscious, kill them if you like." Iskren laid it out plainly.
"If you are lying-"
"If I am lying you will never know it, Mr. Harris. Good doing business with you." Iskren walked out of the camp, beginning to whistle a familiar tune.
The attack went down without a hitch, and Harris the bandit leader decided to massacre everyone in the town.
"Food for two weeks, and two thousand bottle caps. A good haul." Harris said.
"Hmmm...yes. Drinks then!" The two drank late into the night, and after hours, Harris finally passed out. "That ******* can hold his liquor." Iskren smiled as he finished the water left in his glass, smiling at his own ruse. He went about, and gathered up all the bandits' weapons, and the loot, put them into a chest, and buried it. Iskren left the mess hall they were all sleeping in, and barred all the doors. He set fire to it with a couple of molotov cocktails, grabbed the supplies, and walked away as the town burned down behind him. Humming a happy tune, he disappeared into the night.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Iskren grew up a normal life- as normal as could be considering it was a post-apocalyptic society, and seemed a happy child. However somewhere along the line, something happened to cause Iskren to begin turning evil, and by his adulthood he was a twisted individual indeed. For years he traveled around the capital wasteland, doing as he pleased, accruing skills, weapons, and wealth. Of course, all good things come to an end, and he was found out. His reputation as an evil individual spread like a wildfire, and soon everyone knew what he looked like, and what he sounded like. One day he got cornered by a group of Brotherhood members, and they gave him an ultimatum- strip down to the clothes on your back, leave the capital wasteland, and never come back, or he'd be killed. Seeing his options were death, or exile, he left.
Four months he wandered, and finally he came upon the Mojave desert. The dam had just been captured by the NCR, and the wasteland was ripe for exploration- and his reputation hadn't spread here. With a smile, and whistling a familiar tune, he walked towards New Vegas. He didn't know what he'd do there, but it'd leave a mark. A mark in sanguine.
(Note: Second time I have posted this, not because it's been rejected, but because it hasn't been reviewed. I know you guys have a whole lot on your hands right now, starting a server and all, but if you could read this and get back to me with a yes/no faster, I'd be much obliged.)
your backstory is too short please fix
but other then that good work we need a"bad guy" to cause IC havok
ITS A DRAGON
you canb you need to give an app to insane or colb
ITS A DRAGON
No, please read, I almost asked for you to be banned after that comment. Or at least unaccepted
Ive read. But ive proven that i can be trusted. For me to be banned for a question is unreasonable.
a white lister accepted my app
what is the bad history between the vault server and this server? is it because they think that you guys are stealing an idea or somthing? or are they doing it to be jerks?
There has been some bad history between both servers, for the entire list of reasons, you would have to get the original creator of Vault RP. Otherwise, most of us will never know.