Hey toxzero is killing me without warning and is trying to claim my shop as his own and said I won't leave you alone until you quit this roleplay and go to a different server so yeah can someone do something about this
Sorry, not very good at providing examples of a character's attitude, and that was actually a terrible example, lemme try something else.
Talking to a man ho just called him a zombie:
"Yeah, well guess what smoothskin, you look pretty tasty to this zombie," to scare him away
After getting out of a ghoul hunt by a rich bigoted fellow:
"I'm going to kill you, not just because you're a terrible person, and I'm a regulator, but because your bull almost got me killed." before turning his head into wasteland paint.
Talking to shopkeeper:
Use the example from the character sheet, minus the parts about being called a zombie, retarded and the threat.
Also, sorry about the bit at the end of the bio about the kansas area. Applied to another server before, but they are were that bit about "The world will be the same in 600 years" thing comes from.
As for the period from being booted from the shelter, about when his skin started to become noticeably... um... not on his body?
And as for the regulator thing... Well, the first part explains that.
Also, does anybody else think we should find someone to do an item mod, like to add laser rifles, and actual guns?
RP examples are better. I'll accept you.
There is a gun mod going to be in effect. WWII guns. I dunno if we're getting laser and plasma weapons. but Ihope so.
IGN:borgtrek7
Age:15
Role-Play Exp.:play alot of rpgs like all the fallouts and all the tes games
Why Us:i enjoy a good rp and love fallout
Time You Can Dedicate:as much as needed
IC
Name:Charles Lambert
Gender:Male
Age:23
Appearance:tall skinny
Fears:spiders, radroaches, protectrons
Personality:witty charming and sly
Occupation:Just a wanderer
Skills:sneaking charisma
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue}
Backstory (1-2 A lone wanderer to match all of the rest, he was born a NCR diplomats son which gave him some hereditary charisma.
At the eve of the second battle of hoover dam charles was waiting for the battle to end, in fear and desperation he tried to run away and forget about the horrible battle.
When a man picked him up and left the battle to save him he grew up with this man never knowing who he was. He learned to be stealthy -stay in the shadows and if caught talks his way out of it on the kind "parents" deathbed his make shift father told him 4 words that would stick with him his whole life. "War, War Never changes" and he took those words to heart. His life has been dictated by that ideal he has abonded all he has loved in his life, hell he even killed a few of em, he went to inspect vault one zero one, stayed there for a few years till the lone wanderer left for the wastes paragraphs):
IGN:borgtrek7
Age:15
Role-Play Exp.:play alot of rpgs like all the fallouts and all the tes games
Why Us:i enjoy a good rp and love fallout
Time You Can Dedicate:as much as needed
IC
Name:Charles Lambert
Gender:Male
Age:26
Appearance:tall skinny
Fears:spiders, radroaches, protectrons
Personality:witty charming and sly
Occupation:Just a wanderer
Skills:sneaking charisma
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue):"hello i know your a radroach and all but lets be friends" *reaches for gun* *relived he shoots than walks away
Backstory (1-2 A lone wanderer to match all of the rest he was born a NCR diplomats son which gave him some hereditary charisma.
At the eve of the first battle of hoover dam charles was waiting for the battle to end in fear and desperation he tried to run away and forget about the horrible battle.
When a man picked him up and left the battle to save him he grew up with this man never knowing who he was. He learned to be stealthy stay in the shadows and if caught talk his way out of it on the kind "parents" deathbed his make shift father told him 4 words that would stick with him his whole life. "War War Never changes" and he took those words to heart. He joined the talon company as a merc on his first mission he was shot and left for dead.... that is where his stories begin. paragraphs):
RP example sucks. Please give me more than a one liner and some asterisks.
And you say you're 26, but you were in the first battle of hoover dam? And this takes place after that. like 30 or 40 years after that I think. At least it did. Colb took down the goddamn time line to redo it so that's a possible moot point. Anyway. Give me a better RP example.
RP example sucks. Please give me more than a one liner and some asterisks.
And you say you're 26, but you were in the first battle of hoover dam? And this takes place after that. like 30 or 40 years after that I think. At least it did. Colb took down the goddamn time line to redo it so that's a possible moot point. Anyway. Give me a better RP example.
Hey I got ban for 2 days from "/back", I'm not really sure what that means but I went along with it because I'm sure that its means something bad that I did. The thing that i didn't want to do is complain but that happen about 5 days ago, so could some one please fix that please.
Hey I got ban for 2 days from "/back", I'm not really sure what that means but I went along with it because I'm sure that its means something bad that I did. The thing that i didn't want to do is complain but that happen about 5 days ago, so could some one please fix that please.
Woah, I am sorry for that. All of that has been resolved. Next time, PM me immediately and I will get it sorted out.
Could someone teview my app and tell me if accepted or not? cuz evrybody see it but they dont say accepted or denied and the suspense is killing me!!!! :tongue.gif:
OOC
IGN:EliteGamerAce1
Age:17
Role-Play Exp.: I have been in other RP servers and I have done pretty well
Why Us: Because I think you guys are better than others fallout servers because in other servers they don’t have a really good rp and most of the time people are OOC :/
Time You Can Dedicate: 48 hours more or less (school)
IC
Name: Elwyn Blackmore
Gender: male
Age:28
Appearance: A NCR armor was all that Elwyn found to protect himself from radiation so that’s what he wears
Fears: Raiders
Personality: Elwyn is really reserved to himself after all the things that happened to him but if someone needs him he will be there for them
Occupation: Engineer
Skills: Engineering and skilled sniper
Nickname (Optional):''One-Shot''
RP Example (Add Dialogue):Faction leader: We are running out of clean water, food and medicine so someone will have to go out to look for some. Elwyn: Ill go sir but I will need reinforcements. Elwyn's younger friend: ill go with you Elwyn Elwyn: you can’t go out you are not prepared for this those freaks are getting stronger and stronger. Elwyn's friend: But if you go alone you will get killed in no-time! Faction leader: He's right you can’t go out there by yourself. Elwyn: Alright then... Gentlemen get prepared we are going out!
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Was really young when my mother and father died from radiation poisoning... My older brother raised me. He taught me like if he was my father and care about me like a mother would. Thanks to him I learned engineering and even made me a pretty good sniper...But then we were looking for food and water in an old abandoned town and from nowhere raiders appeared, we took down some of them but they surpassed us... My brother got shot in the head and I got hurt really bad. I’m alive thanks to a man who found me and healed me. He was just a wastelander but he helped me without doubt. When I was fully healed I traveled to New Vegas but I got captured by the Legion and made me a slave. I had to make machines for them... those bastards. In secret I started making plans to escape and other slaves helped me. When we tried to escape most of the other slaves got shot and captured again, but some escaped with me and guided me to New Vegas. There I met a gunsmith who taught me how to make guns and ammunition what really helped me get some caps on New Vegas, but it wasn’t for long... One night I was just closing my gun store when I saw some NCR soldiers killing people just because they couldn’t pay the taxes and I think they killed other people just for fun. When I saw that I just thought that we humans are just about to destroy ourselves... again, but I will not let that happen until the day I die. Since that day my goal is to make peace on this wasteland that is the world and help all the people trapped on this apocalyptic world...
*EliteMinerAce is getting ignored so he is sad :sad.gif:* :tongue.gif:
no but seriously someone tell me if im accepted or denied already! first theta said: Hmm... (Not sure if accept you or deny you) then python and retribution told me to fix some stuff and i did but i still have no response from anybody :sad.gif:
IGN: torrusty
Age: 18
Role-Play Exp.: Strictly limited to Minecraft, I have played on a few Medieval RP servers, but they are just not my thing.
Why Us: I greatly enjoyed playing Fallout 3 and New Vegas and would love to see an expanded universe of it.
Time You Can Dedicate: Maybe an hour a day or so.
IC
Name: Torr
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Appearance: Torr is a decent sized man for wandering the wastelands, he dresses in a mostly white outfit as a way to mock the current fashions of the streets of Shady Sands. Torr accents the outfit with black overalls, knickers, and a bowler hat.
Fears: Ghouls. Suffocation
Personality: Torr is a very liberal person, accepting most all people, other than ghouls. Torr has a healthy respect for authority and wants for a stable society again.
Occupation: Vehicle Repair and Resource Management
Skills: Vehicle Repairing, Skilled in Combat with a Dagger.
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue): *Torr travels along a highway in the New California Republic that is in decent condition. He spots a small traveling merchant company, the merchant with an armed companion.
Torr: Hello there travelers. Mind if I walk with you.
Merchant: What is your name brother?
Torr: I'm Torr. What may I call you two?
Merchant: I am Fred Brined and this is my guard, Jim Parrels.
Jim: Good to meet you. Where are you heading?
Torr: Just out to the Mojave, I'm looking to get away from my home life and start off on my own.
Fred: That's an important time for any young man, Feel like telling us your story? We got plenty of walking to do and we can pass the time.
Torr: Why sure, it is a little boring admittedly, but I am happy to share.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Torr was born to a pair of migrant farm workers in a small California town. Not wanting to put their only child in danger by traveling the sometimes wild roads of the Republic, the family moved to Shady Sands to start a permanent life there. The family found it difficult to find work inside the city, so they moved to the outskirts of town to work on the farms. Work came quick, the family was hired on as farmers growing a hybrid fodder on a huge brahmin ranch. The family was not even sure who they were growing for exactly, the ranch was massive and had hundreds of different workers on it. The family decided they would live in one of the ranch homes and shop at the ranch store, effectively eliminating any income they could have brought home and save. The work was very demanding and Torr's parents did their best to make Torr have a decent childhood on the ranch.
Near the age of 10 Torr had grown to be a healthy boy and his parents were still getting by on the ranch, but were exhibiting some signs of aging rapidally. Torr began tinkering with ranch vehicles and tools, learning the ins and outs of mechanical devices. One day, the farm hands were all rounded up and told to be presentable, the Ranch Baron would be coming by today to inspect their work. Torr desperately wanted to see who could afford such a large-scale operation, he begged his parents to take him to see the man they all worked for. Lining up in single file, the farm hands stretched a whole mile. Giddy and apprehensive, Torr and his parents waited in line until the Baron appeared. Torr was shocked, it was a ghoul in full cowboy garb. Right when the Baron approached Torr's family, his dad began having one of his coughing fits; the Baron looked as Torr's dad coughed terribly and even coughed up blood. The Baron began to laugh as Torr's dad sprawled across the ground and suffocated to death. Horrified, Torr ran away to hide his tears, his mothers sobs and shouting were left in the distance. That night, Torr's mother came into their home very late, grief stricken with the loss of her husband. She was never the same after that day, she carried her business out slowly an just seemed dead herself.
At the age of 16, Torr's mother went to the ranch's doctor, who quickly diagnosed her with serious radiation poisoning. She died the day after. Torr could now work on the ranch as a full hand or even ranch mechanic, he chose to continue with his studies at the ranch school after his parents' friends offered to take him in. Torr quickly came to learn these new guardians were socialists, secretly practicing their ways on the ranch with fellow members. Amazed, Torr took in all his foster parents taught him, learning the evils of the class differences on the ranch and the social injustice here. After writing a scalding paper on the Baron and wide scale corruption ranch wide, Torr was assertively asked to leave the ranch. Torr had no choice, he did not want to jeopardize the people who had taken in him and taught him so much, so he set off for the big city of Shady Sands itself. Finding a place to work at an automotive shop, Torr managed to get by and live on a low wage, but often spent nights on the streets as he didn't have enough to ever live in a permanent home.
Torr enjoyed city life well enough, but hungered for something more, maybe even politics and a way to bring equality and order to the devastated world. Just last week a group of Soviets passed through town handing out Communistic pamphlets. Intrigued, Torr approached a Soviet and inquired about joining, learning that they would accept him if he found his own way to the base based off the directions they gave him. Torr mulled over the idea of being a Soviet for 3 days, finally deciding to set out with what few possessions he had. After a day of wandering, Torr met the Merchant Fred and his guard Jim.
Fred: That is quite an interesting story.I got nothing against you people and will gladly travel with you on your way, we are heading out to the desert ourselves, we should be there in a day or so.
Torr: Well thanks fellas. Glad I came to meet you two for sure then.
There is a gun mod going to be in effect. WWII guns. I dunno if we're getting laser and plasma weapons. but Ihope so.
Kthx.
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
What makes you think I was ever being reasonable? I'm sitting here with a pile of guns while wearing a flamethrower, and you thought that, at some point, I was being reasonable?
When you're let on the server, don't forget to look up Jacobstown. You'll be safe there if you're in need of a home.
Thank you, but I actually had something I was going to try in some far off corner of a desert after I got enough wood.
Also, can you perchance tell me when I've been whitelisted? The notice of "You can't join the server because you're not whitelisted!" is rather jarring for me. Also, I can't seem to find my last message, so, just to be sure, my username is seekoutguy, No spaces, one word, no caps, no comma, etc.
On the note about grammar, punctuation, and the like, my writing tends a vary between a well read and bright individual to a bad case of texting thumb depending on urgency, time, the condition of my real world hunger, and other such worrisome incidences. A 16 oz. sirloin has made my ability to write rather eloquent at the moment.
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
What makes you think I was ever being reasonable? I'm sitting here with a pile of guns while wearing a flamethrower, and you thought that, at some point, I was being reasonable?
Its true. I was a witness.
and been bitching to me about it. Tox refuses to listen to logic/my ruling on the matter.
Thank you, thank you very much good sir.
RP examples are better. I'll accept you.
There is a gun mod going to be in effect. WWII guns. I dunno if we're getting laser and plasma weapons. but Ihope so.
IGN:borgtrek7
Age:15
Role-Play Exp.:play alot of rpgs like all the fallouts and all the tes games
Why Us:i enjoy a good rp and love fallout
Time You Can Dedicate:as much as needed
IC
Name:Charles Lambert
Gender:Male
Age:23
Appearance:tall skinny
Fears:spiders, radroaches, protectrons
Personality:witty charming and sly
Occupation:Just a wanderer
Skills:sneaking charisma
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue}
Backstory (1-2 A lone wanderer to match all of the rest, he was born a NCR diplomats son which gave him some hereditary charisma.
At the eve of the second battle of hoover dam charles was waiting for the battle to end, in fear and desperation he tried to run away and forget about the horrible battle.
When a man picked him up and left the battle to save him he grew up with this man never knowing who he was. He learned to be stealthy -stay in the shadows and if caught talks his way out of it on the kind "parents" deathbed his make shift father told him 4 words that would stick with him his whole life. "War, War Never changes" and he took those words to heart. His life has been dictated by that ideal he has abonded all he has loved in his life, hell he even killed a few of em, he went to inspect vault one zero one, stayed there for a few years till the lone wanderer left for the wastes paragraphs):
Ps. he was 15 during battle
RP example sucks. Please give me more than a one liner and some asterisks.
And you say you're 26, but you were in the first battle of hoover dam? And this takes place after that. like 30 or 40 years after that I think. At least it did. Colb took down the goddamn time line to redo it so that's a possible moot point. Anyway. Give me a better RP example.
Denied for now.
ill fix it right now[;
Woah, I am sorry for that. All of that has been resolved. Next time, PM me immediately and I will get it sorted out.
OOC
IGN:EliteGamerAce1
Age:17
Role-Play Exp.: I have been in other RP servers and I have done pretty well
Why Us: Because I think you guys are better than others fallout servers because in other servers they don’t have a really good rp and most of the time people are OOC :/
Time You Can Dedicate: 48 hours more or less (school)
IC
Name: Elwyn Blackmore
Gender: male
Age:28
Appearance: A NCR armor was all that Elwyn found to protect himself from radiation so that’s what he wears
Fears: Raiders
Personality: Elwyn is really reserved to himself after all the things that happened to him but if someone needs him he will be there for them
Occupation: Engineer
Skills: Engineering and skilled sniper
Nickname (Optional):''One-Shot''
RP Example (Add Dialogue):Faction leader: We are running out of clean water, food and medicine so someone will have to go out to look for some. Elwyn: Ill go sir but I will need reinforcements. Elwyn's younger friend: ill go with you Elwyn Elwyn: you can’t go out you are not prepared for this those freaks are getting stronger and stronger. Elwyn's friend: But if you go alone you will get killed in no-time! Faction leader: He's right you can’t go out there by yourself. Elwyn: Alright then... Gentlemen get prepared we are going out!
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Was really young when my mother and father died from radiation poisoning... My older brother raised me. He taught me like if he was my father and care about me like a mother would. Thanks to him I learned engineering and even made me a pretty good sniper...But then we were looking for food and water in an old abandoned town and from nowhere raiders appeared, we took down some of them but they surpassed us... My brother got shot in the head and I got hurt really bad. I’m alive thanks to a man who found me and healed me. He was just a wastelander but he helped me without doubt. When I was fully healed I traveled to New Vegas but I got captured by the Legion and made me a slave. I had to make machines for them... those bastards. In secret I started making plans to escape and other slaves helped me. When we tried to escape most of the other slaves got shot and captured again, but some escaped with me and guided me to New Vegas. There I met a gunsmith who taught me how to make guns and ammunition what really helped me get some caps on New Vegas, but it wasn’t for long... One night I was just closing my gun store when I saw some NCR soldiers killing people just because they couldn’t pay the taxes and I think they killed other people just for fun. When I saw that I just thought that we humans are just about to destroy ourselves... again, but I will not let that happen until the day I die. Since that day my goal is to make peace on this wasteland that is the world and help all the people trapped on this apocalyptic world...
P.S. retribution i fixed my grammar
no but seriously someone tell me if im accepted or denied already! first theta said: Hmm... (Not sure if accept you or deny you) then python and retribution told me to fix some stuff and i did but i still have no response from anybody :sad.gif:
IGN: torrusty
Age: 18
Role-Play Exp.: Strictly limited to Minecraft, I have played on a few Medieval RP servers, but they are just not my thing.
Why Us: I greatly enjoyed playing Fallout 3 and New Vegas and would love to see an expanded universe of it.
Time You Can Dedicate: Maybe an hour a day or so.
IC
Name: Torr
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Appearance: Torr is a decent sized man for wandering the wastelands, he dresses in a mostly white outfit as a way to mock the current fashions of the streets of Shady Sands. Torr accents the outfit with black overalls, knickers, and a bowler hat.
Fears: Ghouls. Suffocation
Personality: Torr is a very liberal person, accepting most all people, other than ghouls. Torr has a healthy respect for authority and wants for a stable society again.
Occupation: Vehicle Repair and Resource Management
Skills: Vehicle Repairing, Skilled in Combat with a Dagger.
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue): *Torr travels along a highway in the New California Republic that is in decent condition. He spots a small traveling merchant company, the merchant with an armed companion.
Torr: Hello there travelers. Mind if I walk with you.
Merchant: What is your name brother?
Torr: I'm Torr. What may I call you two?
Merchant: I am Fred Brined and this is my guard, Jim Parrels.
Jim: Good to meet you. Where are you heading?
Torr: Just out to the Mojave, I'm looking to get away from my home life and start off on my own.
Fred: That's an important time for any young man, Feel like telling us your story? We got plenty of walking to do and we can pass the time.
Torr: Why sure, it is a little boring admittedly, but I am happy to share.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Torr was born to a pair of migrant farm workers in a small California town. Not wanting to put their only child in danger by traveling the sometimes wild roads of the Republic, the family moved to Shady Sands to start a permanent life there. The family found it difficult to find work inside the city, so they moved to the outskirts of town to work on the farms. Work came quick, the family was hired on as farmers growing a hybrid fodder on a huge brahmin ranch. The family was not even sure who they were growing for exactly, the ranch was massive and had hundreds of different workers on it. The family decided they would live in one of the ranch homes and shop at the ranch store, effectively eliminating any income they could have brought home and save. The work was very demanding and Torr's parents did their best to make Torr have a decent childhood on the ranch.
Near the age of 10 Torr had grown to be a healthy boy and his parents were still getting by on the ranch, but were exhibiting some signs of aging rapidally. Torr began tinkering with ranch vehicles and tools, learning the ins and outs of mechanical devices. One day, the farm hands were all rounded up and told to be presentable, the Ranch Baron would be coming by today to inspect their work. Torr desperately wanted to see who could afford such a large-scale operation, he begged his parents to take him to see the man they all worked for. Lining up in single file, the farm hands stretched a whole mile. Giddy and apprehensive, Torr and his parents waited in line until the Baron appeared. Torr was shocked, it was a ghoul in full cowboy garb. Right when the Baron approached Torr's family, his dad began having one of his coughing fits; the Baron looked as Torr's dad coughed terribly and even coughed up blood. The Baron began to laugh as Torr's dad sprawled across the ground and suffocated to death. Horrified, Torr ran away to hide his tears, his mothers sobs and shouting were left in the distance. That night, Torr's mother came into their home very late, grief stricken with the loss of her husband. She was never the same after that day, she carried her business out slowly an just seemed dead herself.
At the age of 16, Torr's mother went to the ranch's doctor, who quickly diagnosed her with serious radiation poisoning. She died the day after. Torr could now work on the ranch as a full hand or even ranch mechanic, he chose to continue with his studies at the ranch school after his parents' friends offered to take him in. Torr quickly came to learn these new guardians were socialists, secretly practicing their ways on the ranch with fellow members. Amazed, Torr took in all his foster parents taught him, learning the evils of the class differences on the ranch and the social injustice here. After writing a scalding paper on the Baron and wide scale corruption ranch wide, Torr was assertively asked to leave the ranch. Torr had no choice, he did not want to jeopardize the people who had taken in him and taught him so much, so he set off for the big city of Shady Sands itself. Finding a place to work at an automotive shop, Torr managed to get by and live on a low wage, but often spent nights on the streets as he didn't have enough to ever live in a permanent home.
Torr enjoyed city life well enough, but hungered for something more, maybe even politics and a way to bring equality and order to the devastated world. Just last week a group of Soviets passed through town handing out Communistic pamphlets. Intrigued, Torr approached a Soviet and inquired about joining, learning that they would accept him if he found his own way to the base based off the directions they gave him. Torr mulled over the idea of being a Soviet for 3 days, finally deciding to set out with what few possessions he had. After a day of wandering, Torr met the Merchant Fred and his guard Jim.
Fred: That is quite an interesting story.I got nothing against you people and will gladly travel with you on your way, we are heading out to the desert ourselves, we should be there in a day or so.
Torr: Well thanks fellas. Glad I came to meet you two for sure then.
Kthx.
When you're let on the server, don't forget to look up Jacobstown. You'll be safe there if you're in need of a home.
Thank you, but I actually had something I was going to try in some far off corner of a desert after I got enough wood.
Also, can you perchance tell me when I've been whitelisted? The notice of "You can't join the server because you're not whitelisted!" is rather jarring for me. Also, I can't seem to find my last message, so, just to be sure, my username is seekoutguy, No spaces, one word, no caps, no comma, etc.
On the note about grammar, punctuation, and the like, my writing tends a vary between a well read and bright individual to a bad case of texting thumb depending on urgency, time, the condition of my real world hunger, and other such worrisome incidences. A 16 oz. sirloin has made my ability to write rather eloquent at the moment.