How do we even craft/buy guns then? IM TOO IMPATIENT TO WAIT FOR YOU ALL TO COME IN! D:
Crafting is something you need to find out, I recommend not sharing it when you figure it out and you can buy them from Rev's Caravan (if we have to I will sell them aswell)
OOC: IGN: juanja302 Age: 15 Why do you want to play on this server?: Well, a while back, I joined this server under the BoS. I remember having quite the fun time with my superior officer hoytgeo, and, well, I would really like to relive those memories. Also, Ive recently developed a fondness for both roleplaying and post-apocalyptic scenarios (a bit too much Cormac Mcarthy, Im afraid.) and I am quite sure that this server will satisfy both of these needs. The fact that this server is Spoutcraft friendly (my favorite server helping client) even makes it more enticing for me to come and play. Did you read the rules? Yeah, and I understand them completely. IC: Character Name: Ric Nayu Character age: 21 RP Example(not just a conversation between two or more people): "You got em, yeah?" His oddly shiny emerald eyes looked at me with contempt. Icy sweat moved across my back like a glacier slowly inching forward. I slowly nodded, presenting the best neutral expression I could. My hands flew towards my pockets, searching far and wide for his required object. "Ye-yeah," I stammered, utterly failing to hide my anguish. "Ive got your 2500 caps right here..."
His look flickered into one resembling relief, yet it slowly began to morph towards utter hatred. He grabbed my fist and yanked it out of my pockets, revealing it to be empty.
"oh no, oh no no no" I began to mumble, "OK look, im SOR-"
"Sorry doesnt cut it" He whispered and proceeded to spread his dirty palms across my kneck.
"Ack!" God, how I hated being punished, "Come on, man, be cool!"
"Cool?" How about THIS for cool?!" He jammed his clenched hand into my struggling torso.
Soon, the pain began to spread. I could feel all of my warmth leaking out from my bellybutton, frigid anguish taking its place. The alien prescence on my belly confirmed my most terrible suspicions, I had been stabbed.
He released his grip, allowing me to keel over into the floor. The misery of life pooled over at my feet on a sickly crimson puddle. I gagged and began to heave as I watched my essence slowly draining away. Never before had I trembled, yet now proceeded to vibrate like an angry rattlesnake's tail.
"GOD!" I screamed, "Ugh, y-y-you *******...."
Slowly, oh so slowly, I forced my arm to guide my hand towards my gun holster. An ominous smile spread through his broken facial features.
"You should'a payed up, then," He proceeded to kick me, once, twice, three times.
Each hit was smitten with anger, slowly collecting at my back. The stab had planted a seed, and the kicks were watering it.
"I... hate...y-you so.. much" I choked out, and desperately concentrated all of my force on my finger. This shot might as well be my gravestone, for misfortune had already dug a hole. Bio (MUST be AT LEAST 1-2 good paragraphs):
You probably know them all, the posers who think they are rough to survive in the wilderness, the "superhumans" lining the enclave, those hypocrites at the NCR, and even worse, those no -good xenophobes from the BoS. Well, youre wrong, man. You've only graced the surface of the dwellers of San Francisco. You see, there are tons, TONS I TELL YOU, of small towns lining the borders fo the wastelands. Trust me, brother, you dont have a speck of an idea how it is to grow up there.
I came from Coyote's Rock, this tiny molecule of a town barely known to any one in 'Cisco. Well, this simple fact prevented any major group from taing over, and thus, imposing their law over it. This hamlet was filled to the brim with the craziest of the insane, gun bootleggers, smugglers, criminals, and even worse, radiated ghouls seeking homes. I really haven't gotten the slightest clue as to how my daddy and mam brought me to the world safe and sound, but they did. I remember we lived in a broken old shack by the entrance, my daddy always greeting the people that came by. I was not aware at that time though, that these "greetings" were exchanges of coded delinquent linguo, as to prevent other shady characters to overhear their important discussions. He ran a drug deal, you see, so he always had to make sure that people would pay him back.
Anyways, me and my sister both grew up in that small broken shanty surrounded by both junkies and murderers. My mam, she kept us both clean, always punishing us roughly should we had brought some Jet or somethin' to the house. I viewed her as a godly figure, both loving and hating at the same time. At age 15, I would learn of her good eye for costumers and even better mouth for convicing them to buy. It is at this epiphany that I suddenly began to crave running my own caravan company, much like the ones I had seen pass by our house.
I remember i was beaten up most of the time, always by the big kids and adults. I was a bit of a liar, yknow, snached some stuff here and there and sometimes forgot to pay my due. This caused people to beat me up, steal stuff from me, or even literally cut me. You know, this affected me in a way. I mean, sure i am still a liar, but Ive grown distanced from people. I dont really like forming bonds anymore.
In any case, lets continue wit my life. At age 18, after borrowing a few spare bits of money from my dad (I use the term "few" rather loosely here) I managed to finally convince one of the smugglers to take me with them. Sure, it cost me a lot of pretty penny, but I dont care. I got to see the land around me, and the horrible landscape it contained.Eventually, I gre bored of travelling with these merchants and began to help them during trading deals. IT was exhillarating, making me think the best prices for certain items, always putting into account the factors of net revenue and initial costs. It held me entranced, this world of buisness.
A few years later, on my 21st birthday, the sunny day and misery due to lack of income had placed several members of the caravan to sleep. I took this chance upon me and *ehem* borrowed their lovely little brahmin. Problem is, I had no idea how to properly ride one. And, you see, I kinda drowned the brahmin in some muck and, well, I am now currently stuck alongside this dusty road. Thanks for hearing out my story, gentleman, and I am terribly sorry for shooting you and eating your meat, but, yknow, law of survival...
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OOC:
IGN: bgrove123
Age: 14
Why do you want to play on this server?: It looks amazing, fallout and MC are my two favorite games and now made into ONE!
Did you read the rules? Yes
IC:
Character Name:Jaeger
Character age:187
RP Example(not just a conversation between two or more people): *Jaeger walks into a shop hoping to find some bullets for his .375 magnum
Jaeger: You guys sell any ammo 'round here?
Merchant: Not to you, word around here is your a thief i don't like thieves, infact i kill thieves.
Jaeger:*Chuckling* is that so?
*The merchant reaches for his gun
*Jaeger grabs the man by his arm flips him around and pins him on the desk*
Merchant: Gahhh you littl-
*The mans voice is cut off by jaegers hand*
Jaeger: Shhh no one needs to hear about this
*Jaeger grabs the mans gun to assure not being shot, takes some ammo and leaves some caps on the desk, and jaeger leaves*
Jaeger: Im no thief *winks as he leaves*
Bio (MUST be AT LEAST 1-2 good paragraphs): Jaeger was one of many unfortunate souls who were trapped outside the vaults and exposed to extreme radiation. He has accepted that he will always be a ghoul now and he lives with it to the best of his ability. When he was 57 years old he traveled to San Francisco searching for new weapons, while he was there he found bunkers, one of which belonged to the Brotherhood of Steel. He walked in unaware that the BoS owned it and began searching for weapons, instead he ended up with guns pointed at his head. "Who are you, are you an NCR spy?, STATE YOUR BUSINESS" proclaimed one of the knights who was on guard duty, "my names Jaeger, i was looking for weapons and anything else i can scavenge" answered Jaeger, "Come we will escort you to the elder, im sure he will want to speak with you". Through that night Jaeger and the elder spoke, the main topic was the NCR patrols and how they were affecting the BoS. The Elder gave Jager a task to convince them to leave, rather he kills them or uses words to get them to leave was of no matter to the Elder. Jaeger spoke to the NCR and convinced them to leave by saying the land they were paroling was home to many feral ghouls, super mutants, and all other mutations. The Elder was impressed and agreed to allow Jaeger into the BoS despite the fact that he was a ghoul, Jaeger now serves the BoS with his life and he would die for his fellow brothers.
Not really.
Unless they were enclave or if NCR has a reason to arrest someone.
And please repost skipped over apps.
Well, Hamilton and his band of Merry Men decided they would try and cuff me. 25th seemed pretty sure that everybody could cuff as well. Maybe that should go in the rules. Although I guess the "common sense" rule sort of governs that.
Well, Hamilton and his band of Merry Men decided they would try and cuff me. 25th seemed pretty sure that everybody could cuff as well. Maybe that should go in the rules. Although I guess the "common sense" rule sort of governs that.
I had said that anyone could cuff anyone as long as they had valid reasons for being able to do it, unless there is a unspoken rule I was not informed of then I believe this stands xD.
The Meaning of Life, the Universe, and Everything.
Join Date:
12/6/2010
Posts:
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Member Details
Reposting Skipped App
OOC: IGN: zee762 Age: 15 Why do you want to play on this server?: I’m always looking for a new server that I will love. I am a huge fan of Fallout, and love Post-Apocalypse stories. I’ve played on servers like this before, but they never seem to last, I hope this one will. Did you read the rules? Yes. ( Baaaa...) IC: Character Name: Zephrux Character age: 26 RP Example(not just a conversation between two or more people): As Zephrux was running through the deserts of California, looking for a meal, he spotted the infamous Mutant. He's never seen one before, and he can't tell if it is a Super Mutant or a normal one. These mutants are violent enough to kill a squad of NCR soldiers, if taunted. These beasts are very strong, and Zephrux knew he had to run. As the Mutant spotted him, he sprinted away and climbed up into a ruined building. He climbed up to the top, fearing for his life. The mutant weighed to much, and could not climb up. It took the mutant 3 seconds to realize he could break the wall down. Fearing for his life, Zephrux looked through his pack. He had a grenade, a .22 rifle, and a mine. Thinking quickly Zephrux threw the grenade, and knocked the Mutant back. In the seconds he had he jumped down, and ran down a hall. He tossed a mine on the floor then sprinted to the end of the hall. When the mutant recovered, he sprinted down the hall as fast as he could, wanting Zephrux's flesh. Zephrux unloaded a mag of .22 into the mutant. It didn't phase him. But the mine did. When he hit that mine, Zephrux saw a cloud of red smoke, and then no mutant. Zephrux managed to live to see another day. Also included a conversation. Man 1: Hello, I am looking for a pip-boy, 3000. Man 2: Haha! It'll cost you more than everything you own. Man 1: Really? * Pulls out his pistol, and aims it for the cashier's head* Man 1: Is it still gonna cost me? Man 2: Look, no need to get aggressive. Just take the dang thing. * Man 1 walks outside to be greeted by an NCR squad* NCR 1: Stop there, you've been caught in the act of robbery on NCR land. Man 1: Really? I just bought this. You can go check inside if you don't believe me. * NCR 1 walks inside* * Man 1 rolls out from the entrance and breaks into a sprint away; the squad chases him, but they don't have the energy* Bio (MUST be AT LEAST 1-2 good paragraphs): Sex-Male Ethnicity- Swiss Russian
Zephrux never knew his parents, they had abandoned him when he was a baby at a farm house. Zephrux was raised by an elderly farm couple by the name of Gale and Wanda, they were about 70. There age was becoming a problem in taking care of their post crisis farm, and they would always talk about how Zephrux is the only reason they had food on the table. Being a farm raised child, Zephrux loved the outdoors and would spend all day out in the fields. That is, until the beasts would show up. Come night, his whole family would hide out in the loft, where they would pull the ladder up in hopes to survive another night. As Zephrux got older, he would train with swords, hoping to become good enough to one day move to the nearest settlement. When he became 17, Zephrux’s “dad” became very sick, and soon after his mother. They died 4 years after. Zephrux held a personal funeral, and decided to leave. Since then Zephrux has traveled through the land as a Courier, delivering mail for whoever might need it.
In the last couple of years Zephrux has just wanted more adventure in his life. Being a courier can be bland at times, and he has recently thought of joining a military force of some sort. He doesn't want to join the NCR; they seem a bit controlling to him. He might end up starting his own force if he can that would rule under him. He understands that going against the NCR will not be easy, but Zephrux is persistent. If starting a militia of sorts does not succeed, Zephrux may join a force; and go against the controlling NCR. Zephrux doesn't hate the NCR but he is against their views, as he was raised in a free land he wants to live in a free land his whole life. If Zephrux is successful, he hopes to one day build his own fortress and be able to combat the NCR before they become too strong and win.
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Been playing since Alpha: December 17th 2010. *Hipster Glasses*
Crafting is something you need to find out, I recommend not sharing it when you figure it out and you can buy them from Rev's Caravan (if we have to I will sell them aswell)
Dear lord. Not the KOALA BEARS?!?!
Anyways tyler has sworn me to secrecy on the recipes but the only hint I'll give is Iron.
Lots and lots of iron.
IGN: juanja302
Age: 15
Why do you want to play on this server?: Well, a while back, I joined this server under the BoS. I remember having quite the fun time with my superior officer hoytgeo, and, well, I would really like to relive those memories. Also, Ive recently developed a fondness for both roleplaying and post-apocalyptic scenarios (a bit too much Cormac Mcarthy, Im afraid.) and I am quite sure that this server will satisfy both of these needs. The fact that this server is Spoutcraft friendly (my favorite server helping client) even makes it more enticing for me to come and play.
Did you read the rules? Yeah, and I understand them completely.
IC:
Character Name: Ric Nayu
Character age: 21
RP Example(not just a conversation between two or more people):
"You got em, yeah?" His oddly shiny emerald eyes looked at me with contempt.
Icy sweat moved across my back like a glacier slowly inching forward. I slowly nodded, presenting the best neutral expression I could. My hands flew towards my pockets, searching far and wide for his required object.
"Ye-yeah," I stammered, utterly failing to hide my anguish. "Ive got your 2500 caps right here..."
His look flickered into one resembling relief, yet it slowly began to morph towards utter hatred. He grabbed my fist and yanked it out of my pockets, revealing it to be empty.
"oh no, oh no no no" I began to mumble, "OK look, im SOR-"
"Sorry doesnt cut it" He whispered and proceeded to spread his dirty palms across my kneck.
"Ack!" God, how I hated being punished, "Come on, man, be cool!"
"Cool?" How about THIS for cool?!" He jammed his clenched hand into my struggling torso.
Soon, the pain began to spread. I could feel all of my warmth leaking out from my bellybutton, frigid anguish taking its place. The alien prescence on my belly confirmed my most terrible suspicions, I had been stabbed.
He released his grip, allowing me to keel over into the floor. The misery of life pooled over at my feet on a sickly crimson puddle. I gagged and began to heave as I watched my essence slowly draining away. Never before had I trembled, yet now proceeded to vibrate like an angry rattlesnake's tail.
"GOD!" I screamed, "Ugh, y-y-you *******...."
Slowly, oh so slowly, I forced my arm to guide my hand towards my gun holster. An ominous smile spread through his broken facial features.
"You should'a payed up, then," He proceeded to kick me, once, twice, three times.
Each hit was smitten with anger, slowly collecting at my back. The stab had planted a seed, and the kicks were watering it.
"I... hate...y-you so.. much" I choked out, and desperately concentrated all of my force on my finger. This shot might as well be my gravestone, for misfortune had already dug a hole.
Bio (MUST be AT LEAST 1-2 good paragraphs):
You probably know them all, the posers who think they are rough to survive in the wilderness, the "superhumans" lining the enclave, those hypocrites at the NCR, and even worse, those no -good xenophobes from the BoS. Well, youre wrong, man. You've only graced the surface of the dwellers of San Francisco. You see, there are tons, TONS I TELL YOU, of small towns lining the borders fo the wastelands. Trust me, brother, you dont have a speck of an idea how it is to grow up there.
I came from Coyote's Rock, this tiny molecule of a town barely known to any one in 'Cisco. Well, this simple fact prevented any major group from taing over, and thus, imposing their law over it. This hamlet was filled to the brim with the craziest of the insane, gun bootleggers, smugglers, criminals, and even worse, radiated ghouls seeking homes. I really haven't gotten the slightest clue as to how my daddy and mam brought me to the world safe and sound, but they did. I remember we lived in a broken old shack by the entrance, my daddy always greeting the people that came by. I was not aware at that time though, that these "greetings" were exchanges of coded delinquent linguo, as to prevent other shady characters to overhear their important discussions. He ran a drug deal, you see, so he always had to make sure that people would pay him back.
Anyways, me and my sister both grew up in that small broken shanty surrounded by both junkies and murderers. My mam, she kept us both clean, always punishing us roughly should we had brought some Jet or somethin' to the house. I viewed her as a godly figure, both loving and hating at the same time. At age 15, I would learn of her good eye for costumers and even better mouth for convicing them to buy. It is at this epiphany that I suddenly began to crave running my own caravan company, much like the ones I had seen pass by our house.
I remember i was beaten up most of the time, always by the big kids and adults. I was a bit of a liar, yknow, snached some stuff here and there and sometimes forgot to pay my due. This caused people to beat me up, steal stuff from me, or even literally cut me. You know, this affected me in a way. I mean, sure i am still a liar, but Ive grown distanced from people. I dont really like forming bonds anymore.
In any case, lets continue wit my life. At age 18, after borrowing a few spare bits of money from my dad (I use the term "few" rather loosely here) I managed to finally convince one of the smugglers to take me with them. Sure, it cost me a lot of pretty penny, but I dont care. I got to see the land around me, and the horrible landscape it contained.Eventually, I gre bored of travelling with these merchants and began to help them during trading deals. IT was exhillarating, making me think the best prices for certain items, always putting into account the factors of net revenue and initial costs. It held me entranced, this world of buisness.
A few years later, on my 21st birthday, the sunny day and misery due to lack of income had placed several members of the caravan to sleep. I took this chance upon me and *ehem* borrowed their lovely little brahmin. Problem is, I had no idea how to properly ride one. And, you see, I kinda drowned the brahmin in some muck and, well, I am now currently stuck alongside this dusty road. Thanks for hearing out my story, gentleman, and I am terribly sorry for shooting you and eating your meat, but, yknow, law of survival...
interesting app, accepted
Plus, not sure if my app was checked or not, if skipped I can repost.
Not really.
Unless they were enclave or if NCR has a reason to arrest someone.
And please repost skipped over apps.
Well, Hamilton and his band of Merry Men decided they would try and cuff me. 25th seemed pretty sure that everybody could cuff as well. Maybe that should go in the rules. Although I guess the "common sense" rule sort of governs that.
I had said that anyone could cuff anyone as long as they had valid reasons for being able to do it, unless there is a unspoken rule I was not informed of then I believe this stands xD.
OOC:
IGN: zee762
Age: 15
Why do you want to play on this server?: I’m always looking for a new server that I will love. I am a huge fan of Fallout, and love Post-Apocalypse stories. I’ve played on servers like this before, but they never seem to last, I hope this one will.
Did you read the rules? Yes. ( Baaaa...)
IC:
Character Name: Zephrux
Character age: 26
RP Example(not just a conversation between two or more people):
As Zephrux was running through the deserts of California, looking for a meal, he spotted the infamous Mutant. He's never seen one before, and he can't tell if it is a Super Mutant or a normal one. These mutants are violent enough to kill a squad of NCR soldiers, if taunted. These beasts are very strong, and Zephrux knew he had to run. As the Mutant spotted him, he sprinted away and climbed up into a ruined building. He climbed up to the top, fearing for his life. The mutant weighed to much, and could not climb up. It took the mutant 3 seconds to realize he could break the wall down. Fearing for his life, Zephrux looked through his pack. He had a grenade, a .22 rifle, and a mine. Thinking quickly Zephrux threw the grenade, and knocked the Mutant back. In the seconds he had he jumped down, and ran down a hall. He tossed a mine on the floor then sprinted to the end of the hall. When the mutant recovered, he sprinted down the hall as fast as he could, wanting Zephrux's flesh. Zephrux unloaded a mag of .22 into the mutant. It didn't phase him. But the mine did. When he hit that mine, Zephrux saw a cloud of red smoke, and then no mutant. Zephrux managed to live to see another day.
Also included a conversation.
Man 1: Hello, I am looking for a pip-boy, 3000.
Man 2: Haha! It'll cost you more than everything you own.
Man 1: Really?
* Pulls out his pistol, and aims it for the cashier's head*
Man 1: Is it still gonna cost me?
Man 2: Look, no need to get aggressive. Just take the dang thing.
* Man 1 walks outside to be greeted by an NCR squad*
NCR 1: Stop there, you've been caught in the act of robbery on NCR land.
Man 1: Really? I just bought this. You can go check inside if you don't believe me.
* NCR 1 walks inside*
* Man 1 rolls out from the entrance and breaks into a sprint away; the squad chases him, but they don't have the energy*
Bio (MUST be AT LEAST 1-2 good paragraphs):
Sex-Male
Ethnicity- Swiss Russian
Zephrux never knew his parents, they had abandoned him when he was a baby at a farm house. Zephrux was raised by an elderly farm couple by the name of Gale and Wanda, they were about 70. There age was becoming a problem in taking care of their post crisis farm, and they would always talk about how Zephrux is the only reason they had food on the table. Being a farm raised child, Zephrux loved the outdoors and would spend all day out in the fields. That is, until the beasts would show up. Come night, his whole family would hide out in the loft, where they would pull the ladder up in hopes to survive another night. As Zephrux got older, he would train with swords, hoping to become good enough to one day move to the nearest settlement. When he became 17, Zephrux’s “dad” became very sick, and soon after his mother. They died 4 years after. Zephrux held a personal funeral, and decided to leave. Since then Zephrux has traveled through the land as a Courier, delivering mail for whoever might need it.
In the last couple of years Zephrux has just wanted more adventure in his life. Being a courier can be bland at times, and he has recently thought of joining a military force of some sort. He doesn't want to join the NCR; they seem a bit controlling to him. He might end up starting his own force if he can that would rule under him. He understands that going against the NCR will not be easy, but Zephrux is persistent. If starting a militia of sorts does not succeed, Zephrux may join a force; and go against the controlling NCR. Zephrux doesn't hate the NCR but he is against their views, as he was raised in a free land he wants to live in a free land his whole life. If Zephrux is successful, he hopes to one day build his own fortress and be able to combat the NCR before they become too strong and win.