OOC:
IGN: d_sslicer
Age: 15
Time you can dedicate: Depending on the day, 2 to 3 hours, some days more.
Why us?: Cause I think this is an interesting form of playing Minecraft
Define Role-Playing in your words: Playing a game were you assume a role of a character
Define Meta-gaming in your words: any strategy that uses out-of-game content to beat the game
Define Power-gaming in your words: Playing a game with the finality of achieving maximum power
Personality: Wise person, knows when to be aggressive or defensive, survivalist, likes to build and expand the infrastructure of the town
In-game RP example: (Include dialog)
*Sheriff walks into the pub*
Sheriff: Well if it isn’t Billy the bull.
*Billy puts his hand on the revolver*
Billy: What do you want, Sheriff?
Sheriff: You committed crime against the town of Pikesville; I have come to end your time.
*Both take their revolvers out* *people start to leave the pub*
Billy: You don’t want to do this sheriff…
*they both open fire* * The Sheriff drops down*
Billy: You’re discharged *starts evil laugh*
Background: Dieter was born and grew up in a small town in the middle of the arid wasteland, life there was pretty good, not many raiders or bandits and they’d had grown a farm supplying the whole town with rad-free fruits and vegetables, the town had a school were kids learned science, survival and other things like history, Dieter was the son of one of the few scientist that lived in that town, her mom, was a history teacher. The main attractions for the towns folk was the pub, the scorpion shooting gallery and the adventure trips to nearby “ghost towns”, as I said earlier life was very good until the year let’s call it X came, when a series of acid rain tempests provoked a land slide of a nearby mountain, at first people didn’t really give it any importance, but soon people were becoming sick and it turns out the landslide opened a “rad-contaminated water depot” that filtered and contaminated the farm’s water supply, that’s the year were my father died cleaning and decontaminating the water supply, a few years later my mother also died of natural causes, I kept living in there but year after year living conditions got worse, water supply grew sparse and I decided to leave and go on a journey to find a better home, I knew the risks of wondering in the desert, bandits, marauders… but I decide that I would find a better place and meet people and join the right faction.
Nukacola is very very tasty!
Hello d_sslicer, I am sorry but your app has been denied, here are a few ways you can improve your app if you want to apply again:
1.A better definition of Role-Playing, Meta-Gaming and Power-Gaming
2.Your Role-Playing example is supposed to be about your character and what he does in a certain event (an event of your choice of course) so that we can get a feel of your Role-Playing and if you stick to your background.
3.A longer, more in-depth and slightly more fallout background. Rad free water is a very hard thing to come by so how would a small town have an unlimited supply to grow crops, how is that town able to grow these crops without any problems, the NCR have the supplies and the workers yet they find it hard to grow food let alone it be rad free. It would be a good idea to answer these in your background, it would add more information and also make it more in-depth, you should also add more detail about Deiters life such as what his childhood was like, were there any other events that changed his life and were there any other important people in his life like an important family friend?
You have a good, solid app and I am sorry that it is not enough to get you into the server but, if you make these changes then you are more the likely to be accepted if you apply again:
IGN: Jmo10thebeast
Time To Dedicate: 4-8 hr
Why Us: I loved Fallout since i first layed eyes on it and to find a role playing server then i was the Jackpot!
Role-Playing: Acting as any other player with story based actions
Meta-gaming: useing outside information to get ahead of people/enemies
Power-gaming: ex: killing players without end/haveing a chance
Name: Jack Moriarty
Nick-Name: Jmo
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Player Backround: A travelling trader born in a in area of new vegas that he could never remember the name of he studied the art of trading and at the tender age of 12 he decided to travel from home and study the world in all it's glory and danger along the way he hoped to meet childhood ally and friend Dusty a good friend to Jack as he travelled he learned that the world was still filled with mystery and that there were still people with pure people with pure intentions
he decided to travel from new vegas to new locations in a hope to find to become a better trader and even if lucky find his old friend Dusty...but that's not all he was after he wanted to truly find a new story for himself.
In Game RP Ex: *Jack looked around hastily scanning his environment as his companion spoke*"Jack we need to get a move on"*Jack sighed and began moving*Aye your right let's go*his movements hurried becoming a rushed walk and soon he reached the NCR encampment*
Personality: Jack is a kind soul he disaproves of violence and murder but will kill if he has to,he believes that only close friends should be truly trusted and that those who kill to gain are corrupt,he is also an avid drinker of nuka-cola and finds that nuka-cola is tasty
Appearance: Jack has a rugged,worn appearance his outfit usually comprised off a worn duster and a few pieces of scrapped together armour a backpack and his grey shirt and brown trousers he can also be seen wearing a harness to carry a revolver on
Hello Jmo10thebeast, I am sorry to say but your app has been denied, here are several ways you can improve your app if you want to apply again:
1.A better definition of Role-Playing, Meta-Gaming and Power-Gaming.
2. Use the proper app template, this can be found on the first page.
3.Your background is to short, it needs to be longer and more in-depth, we need to know about your characters life, what was his childhood like, were there any important people in his life, why did he want to become a trader, etc...
4. You need to work on your grammar, I found it very hard to read some parts of your app.
5.Your app seems to be missing something, read the rules to find out what that is.
6. A longer Role-Playing example, add some dialogue to it and have more going on, maybe have your character run into a group of raiders?
Also, it seems you have been banned from a server for advertising, mind explaining this ban?
Overall you have a lot of stuff that needs changing to get into this server but if you do as what is listed above, you are most likely to be accepted.
OOC:
IGN: JMickeyD
Age: 14
Time you can dedicate: Many hours a week, especially during summer, once school starts, less maybe.
Why us?: Looks like a nice Fallout server, want to try it out and see how it is.
Define Role-Playing in your words: Role-Playing is basically getting a scenario, a character, and a setting, and acting out in real time, as the story progresses, for enjoyment.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Meta-gaming is using or distributing info that you did not obtain from RP, in RP. Ex. seeing in the forums that someone stole something in RP, and telling your friend in RP
Define Power-gaming in your words: Power-gaming is pretty much making your own character better than others in Rp, Extremely without their permission. Ex " *Shoots his gun once and kills the entire NCR*".
IC:
Name: Roman
Nickname: (Optional) N/A
Age: 19
Gender: male
Appearance: Red hair, tall, Dark Green eyes, Charming, Suave, Smooth-talking, Good strategist, sneaky, Loves company but needs to be alone at times
Personality: Leo is good hearted and caring, but also a fighter. If provoked, Leo will take actions that he will soon regret.
In-game RP example: (Include dialog)
Roman walks into the bar, for a quick meeting with a mysterious business partner. "Well, what do you want?" asks Roman. "I need you to take out someone for me" The voice sounded some what familiar. "I'm not about doing that anymore! Who are you and how do you know about my past". "You can't run from your past Roman! I'll find you again someday!" The man exits. Roman spots a fine looking woman in the distance. He approaches her. "Hey there. I can't help my self, but you look amazing, Can I get your name?". "Aww, thanks, the name's Natalie. And you?" "Roman. Can I buy you something to drink?" And their relationship bloomed on.
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs)
Roman was a regular California resident. Eventually, in a Vault, He was essentially a mercenary. Roman traveled far, and long, meeting serveral others. He always seemed to get caught up in the NCR before, but he wasn't sure if he wanted to anymore. He remembers alot that he's been through recently. Roman is always Very charming with women, mostly because he's very kind and has a gentle and sweet side. Roman can also be a rough and tough soldier. He's usually willing to Take a bullet for someone he cares for, and Roman is Always willing to help with just about anything, unless He's busy. Roman sometimes needs his peace and quiet, but He almost never rejects company. Roman can hold grudges, and while he can be very conversational, he can also be know To be silent when nervous.
OOC:
IGN: JMickeyD
Age: 14
Time you can dedicate: Many hours a week, especially during summer, once school starts, less maybe.
Why us?: Looks like a nice Fallout server, want to try it out and see how it is.
Define Role-Playing in your words: Role-Playing is basically getting a scenario, a character, and a setting, and acting out in real time, as the story progresses, for enjoyment.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Meta-gaming is using or distributing info that you did not obtain from RP, in RP. Ex. seeing in the forums that someone stole something in RP, and telling your friend in RP
Define Power-gaming in your words: Power-gaming is pretty much making your own character better than others in Rp, Extremely without their permission. Ex " *Shoots his gun once and kills the entire NCR*".
IC:
Name: Roman
Nickname: (Optional) N/A
Age: 19
Gender: male
Appearance: Red hair, tall, Dark Green eyes, Charming, Suave, Smooth-talking, Good strategist, sneaky, Loves company but needs to be alone at times
Personality: Leo is good hearted and caring, but also a fighter. If provoked, Leo will take actions that he will soon regret.
In-game RP example: (Include dialog)
Roman walks into the bar, for a quick meeting with a mysterious business partner. "Well, what do you want?" asks Roman. "I need you to take out someone for me" The voice sounded some what familiar. "I'm not about doing that anymore! Who are you and how do you know about my past". "You can't run from your past Roman! I'll find you again someday!" The man exits. Roman spots a fine looking woman in the distance. He approaches her. "Hey there. I can't help my self, but you look amazing, Can I get your name?". "Aww, thanks, the name's Natalie. And you?" "Roman. Can I buy you something to drink?" And their relationship bloomed on.
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs)
Roman was a regular California resident. Eventually, in a Vault, He was essentially a mercenary. Roman traveled far, and long, meeting serveral others. He always seemed to get caught up in the NCR before, but he wasn't sure if he wanted to anymore. He remembers alot that he's been through recently. Roman is always Very charming with women, mostly because he's very kind and has a gentle and sweet side. Roman can also be a rough and tough soldier. He's usually willing to Take a bullet for someone he cares for, and Roman is Always willing to help with just about anything, unless He's busy. Roman sometimes needs his peace and quiet, but He almost never rejects company. Roman can hold grudges, and while he can be very conversational, he can also be know To be silent when nervous.
Nuka Cola is very tasty!
All right, I've gone over your app. Here's what I saw that needs to be edited.
-Appearence. Who's Leo?
-Background. This is a bit to short, and what's here is confusing. Sentences like, "Eventually, in a Vault, He was essentially a mercenary." Also, your character seems to be everything. It's usually better if you pick a few dominant traits, but for every trait your cahracter has, he has the opposite of that trait as well.
So, fix that up, and re-apply. Your app is
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~ Dedicated role player ~ Most comfortable thing in the universe ~ Leader of the Cult of Milk ~
Sorry for the late response. The app whitelisters are VERY active Well, I will just redo my RP example since it was rushed. *Mutt is wandering in the swamp as sunset* Mutt: I better set up camp now... *Two men come out from behind a willow tree, one with a shotgun and one with a hunting knife* Bandit1: Too late for ya' now bud! Bandit2: Caps now ****er! *Bandit2 comes closer with the shotgun, now right besides Mutt's head* Mutt: I dun carry no caps, look elsewhere. Bandit1: Tom! Burn the ****er! *Bandit2 pushes Mutt to the ground, pointing the shotgun to the ground* Bandit2: See you later mother****er! *Mutt quickly rolls the right, getting pelted by the BBs in the shot.* Bandit1: He's escapin' Tom! *Bandit1 and Bandit2 chases after Mutt* *Mutt stops, breathing heavily and looking back, seeing the shotgun being aimed at him* *Mutt quickly jumps to the right noticing the huge hole in the tree* Bandit2: He's not worth it Jack... *Mutt runs, stopping every minute or so* Mutt: *****... *Mutt stops holding the small gashes in his side* Hopefully that satisfied your tastes, now I will improve my Power-gaming definition. Doing unrealistic actions in role-play. Example: *Shoots everyone with headshots* *Gets Jester drunk* *Cracks Gnome's neck* And for the bans I use to be a AVO fanboy so I joined a AVO stream server, so I got autoban. .-.
repost with the edited app? <3
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~ Dedicated role player ~ Most comfortable thing in the universe ~ Leader of the Cult of Milk ~
OOC:
IGN: CoolDownPills
Age: 12
Time you can dedicate: 10 hours today, but in a week school starts then I can do about 5 hours a day.
Why us?: I was looking for a new fresh new Fallout server since most are bland, and after seeing your buildings and areas, I would love to join.
Define Role-Playing in your words: Role-playing is when you make a well developed character, and play out the situations that come your way in a certain scenario/world.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Meta-gaming is when you use the information you learned OCC into role-play.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Doing unrealistic actions in role-play. Example: *Shoots everyone with head shots* *Gets Jester drunk* *Cracks Gnome's neck*
IC:
Name: Gregory Hodges
Nickname: Mutt
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Appearance: Long blonde hair, a small beard, and a dog suit.
Personality: Silent, open-minded, impractical In-game RP Example:*Mutt is wandering in the swamp as sunset* Mutt: I better set up camp now... *Two men come out from behind a willow tree, one with a shotgun and one with a hunting knife* Bandit1: Too late for ya' now bud! Bandit2: Caps now ****er! *Bandit2 comes closer with the shotgun, now right besides Mutt's head* Mutt: I dun carry no caps, look elsewhere. Bandit1: Tom! Burn the ****er! *Bandit2 pushes Mutt to the ground, pointing the shotgun to the ground* Bandit2: See you later mother****er! *Mutt quickly rolls the right, getting pelted by the BBs in the shot.* Bandit1: He's escapin' Tom! *Bandit1 and Bandit2 chases after Mutt* *Mutt stops, breathing heavily and looking back, seeing the shotgun being aimed at him* *Mutt quickly jumps to the right noticing the huge hole in the tree* Bandit2: He's not worth it Jack... *Mutt runs, stopping every minute or so* Mutt: *****... *Mutt stops holding the small gashes in his side, and decides to build camp for the night* Background: Gregory Hodges was born, but divines never blessed him or his parents. Greg was separated by his parents somehow, someway, to end up in a hell of a mess at 20 years of age. Greg never knew the truth about what his parents were or how they lost him, but didn't care. Liquor and whiskey stained his past life, making it harder to remember. All Greg knew or needs to know is, he has survived what was handed to him. Greg was a wanderer, stopping at the occasional bar to get food and some drinks, to set camp the next night. Life was average, a survivor trying to survive, not letting anything or anyone try to prevent it. Greg was use to the schedule every morning to quickly pull down camp and travel farther East. Most bar stories he heard came from the East. Some called it the land of riches and life, but Greg just called it East. People tell stories how they found many people, cities even out East, and loots and weapons that are so big, that they can blow away masses of mutants. Greg just knew they were tales of a drunk man's imagination, but Greg was a traveler and a gambler. But, the farther East he got, the more he'll see ruins. Hope filled Greg when there was nothing out there to hope for. One day, he found the real reason he went East. While scavenging through a destroy Big Mart, he found this girl in the aisle in front of him. She was paralyzed with his venomous sights. She ran quickly, Greg chased after, hopefully not letting another prospector steal his scraps. The chased goes down, aisle down aisle. But soon, Greg cached up as they reached a dead end. She stopped, while Greg kept running. He tried to stop his feet, but it was too late, he tackled her with his clumsiness. Greg gives out a small chuckle when they fell. She pushed him off, but afterwards she let out her hand. Did anyone in the wastes have the same looks and charm as her. Greg didn't even know her name and she was trying to help. Greg accepted the hand, being pulled up. He mumbled "Sorry..." as we walked away. She ran after him, being eager to find someone who didn't try to kill her. She got in front of him, making him stop. She quickly said "Hey stranger, I'm Janet!" She stared quietly at him, expecting a reply. Greg let out a bust of breath, quickly saying "I don't want to start relations here, I'm just going to go back to my camp and go back to my routine." Janet stopped him again saying "C'mon, your the first friendly face I've seen 'round here. Let's go split a conversation over whiskey, it's on me." Greg couldn't go at this point. If he wanted to leave without being followed, he had to agree to do this. Greg said "Whiskey sounds good, by the way, I'm Greg." His first contact with someone who didn't try to shoot back, this was a success. The night went on, one thing led to another, then Greg and Janet started an agreement to start traveling with each other. Greg forgot what happened on that day, but he thinks it was destiny that got them together, but it was really just luck and lust, with a touch of whiskey.
Years passed, Janet and Greg got closer. Soon, they considered themselves together in any kind of relation. But, one day Greg is going to loose it all. The day was hot, the sun was cooking like a frag grenade. It was dusty, sand coming in all directions. He told Janet to stick close attention and to stay behind him if she didn't want to loose her life. But, the sand was blinding, and out of no where bandits came out, guns shooting out. They commanded the both of them on their knees, Greg was ready for the execution. They first took their packs off, preparing to shoot anywhere. They started off with Greg, shooting him in the lower back. He fell, face against the sand. He was in shock. He's not dead. Thoughts in his head were speeding like trains. He just closed his eyes trying to ignore his life. He felt very light headed, he felt null. The second shot was fired. He tried to glance, but he couldn't do it. The pain was deep. After a few minutes. He opened his eyes again, seeing Janet's pale face, noticing the small bullet hole perfectly in her forehead. He couldn't bare the sight of his fallen comrade. Not even a comrade... his lover. He tried to move, struggling back up. He can move perfectly for a man who just got shot in the back. He could stand, walk even. But, when he tried to walk away from the scene, he started barfing. That memory was on replay, the image of Janet, it was spiraling. He just fell, it all went black. He later awoke, seeing no remains of Janet or his clothes. He was naked in the middle of the dessert. Greg searched the sands, finding the firm grip of his hunting knife. He went a little North, finding plains. He searched the fields for any scraps, only finding a pack of wolves. He chose the best situation possible. He skinned a wolf by wrestling it and choking it. Greg thought it was humane enough for his situation. He missed Janet, but he thought she would've wanted him to still live. That's the only thought that kept him alive for this long without bursting his brains out. So, he lived his life continuing to go East until he finds his maker. People he traded with started calling him 'Mutt'. He calls himself by that name now since of his apparel. He's waiting to find the next road that lays in front of him. Nuka cola is tasty! EDIT: I don't know how to space out my roleplay example correctly. D:
Can someone please look over my post on page 143? I've been waiting a week now to be reviewed, and I kinda think that's a little outrageous. And I have a question: What version Minecraft are you guys running? thanks
OOC:
IGN: maxell98
Age: 14
Time you can dedicate: 4-9 hours a week
Why us?: I love the Fallout series and this is the best Fallout RP server out there.
Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples) You immerse yourself into a separarte, more interesting reality.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Using outside knowledge your character hasn't learned of. You can't head directly towards a town your character hasn't even heard of.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Making yourself invincible or unrealistically fast, strong, smart, etc. Or forcing other players into situations they don't consent to.
IC:
Name: Jace Beleran
Nickname: (Optional) Jace
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Appearance: 5'6, stocky build, average face, hazel eyes, blonde hair, dark blue jeans, black hoodie, black tennis shoes.
Personality: Jace is a nice person. He rarely speaks, but he respects everyone until they do something to lose his respect. Although a person of good morals, years of wandering the wastes have left him cold.
In-game RP example: (Include dialog) Jace is in the Mojave Desert, having learned of a place called the big empty.
*Jace is walking down the road from Primm to Nipton.
*He instinctively looks behind himself to see a a person who looked to be taking psycho.
[J]ace - What do you want?
[F]iend - You know what I want, hand over all the psycho, med-x, and jet you have.
[J] - I don't carry that stuff, I think you're proof why.
[F] - What are you implying? *Unholsters pistol.
[J] - I'm implying you take so many drugs you can't even hit me from this close with that pistol.
[F] - *Pulls trigger, hears a click.
[J] - Apparently you're so doped up you forgot to clean your gun. *Unholsters pistol, points it at fiend's head.
[F] - You wouldn't.
[J] - You're right. *Shoots fiend in the knee, then walks away.
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs) Jace was borne in Lexington, KY. His dad was a drunk ordering service from the town's local prostitute. As it is so common, after giving birth, the prostitute left the baby for dead. Jace was found and sent to a makeshift orphanage. At the age of 12, Jace left to explore what was around him. He spent most of his time in the woods, honing his survival skills. After 3 years, Jace ended up with a small trading caravan in Washington, D.C.
After a few weeks, the caravan went West, and along with it, so did Jace. The caravan ended up in Utah, and ended in Utah. The members of it had grown tired of each other, and drugs being used by a few members caused a slaughter one night while the caravan had set up camp. Jace escaped in the confusion, but had forgotten to get any equipment. So here he is stuck in unfamiliar territory, under equipped, not armed, and no food. Here he must survive, and continue his life, his choices shall shape his future in this new land.
I did read the rules so... Nuka Cola is very tasty!
Why us?: Was listening to a fallout playlist on spotify, and it got me in the mood for Fallout. So I started to look for servers, and the lore and factions of this server caught my eye.
Define Role-Playing in your words: I would define roleplaying as taking the life of a character as your own. Acting out in ways he or she would as if they were a real person. This also means thinking like the character you created, and doing things he or she would do.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Meta-gaming would be using knowledge outside of character for use in character. An example would be if I was on the teamspeak server, and my friend told me he was being attacked in x town. If I were to go over there and help him, that would be meta gaming, because there was no way my character would know to go over there and help my friend.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Power-gaming would be playing the game to reach a predefined goal, instead of enjoying the experience on the way, such as maxing out your levels and doing nothing else. Also, power gaming could be having your character do things that aren't possible for him or her to do, such as surviving a .50 BMG to the skull.
IC:
Name: Amethyst
Nickname: (Optional) Am
Age: 28
Gender: Female
Appearance: http://www.planetmin...ils-with-story/) Am is a battered looking girl. She wears a gasmask most of the time to hide her face, scared that people would be able to ID her if she crossed paths with the wrong sort of person. Her skin is scratched and dusty, scavenging in the desert does that to you. Her eyes have dark bags, from sleepless nights fending for herself. [background]
Personality: Am is tough, ruthless, and dangerous. Living with raiders all her life and leading them has made her a tough son-of-a-*****, and she means to keep that about her.
In-game RP example: Amwalked the lonely road across the vast desert of the Mojave, heading towards Utah. She heard resources there would be plentiful. She stopped and dropped to her knee as she heard gunfire. She looked out onto the horizon and say what looked like a large, burly man in metal armor gunning down a pack of raiders. He shrugged off the round hitting his shoulders like they were pieces of paper being thrown at him. After dispatching the raiders, the man turned to Am and pointed his AKM at her. "Do you want to die too?" he asked in a deep, rough voice. It sounded to Am like he had been smoking all his life. "N-no! I'm just passing by to Utah is all." The man lowered his weapon, slinging it over his back. "Fine, I was heading that way anyways, think you'd like a partner in crime?" He flashed a toothy smile, and Am nodded at his question.
Background: Am was born to her mother and father, both scavengers. They lived in a sewer to stay safe, so Am quickly got used to a life living in filth and grime. Her parents spent the night scavenging and the day listening to the radio and sleeping. They worker very hard for the daughter they loved. One night though, a raider scout spied Am's parents making a run to an abandoned schoolhouse. The raiders soon descended on their home, killing her parents swiftly. They took Am in, raising her as their own. Am soon became a ruthless raider just like the others, but secretly, inside, she was still a sweet little girl that her parents once knew.
Now she was 28 years old, and she was the gang leader of her ravenous raiders, the Red Wolves. One night, they were scouting their territory and found a ragtag band of Brotherhood Paladins, who looked like they had been through hell. Thinking they could win the fight with them, Am and her own band of ragtag fighters attacked, cutting down the Paladins swiftly. Little did they know, the 3 Paladins were a scouting group. After a minute of looting, they were ambushed by a sniper team, a Brotherhood, sniper team. They layed waste to the raiders, picking them off quickly. Am bobbed and weaved during the onslaught of .50 BMG rounds as she saw her fellow raiders lose their brains and limbs, the rounds shredding their bodies. Am managed to get away, running from the sniper team for days on end. Not knowing it, she had been heading to Utah the whole time, and she reached the state border as the sniper team were recalled back to their bunker. Am was without supplies, and was now in Utah.
OOC:
IGN:Somark28
Age: 11
Time you can dedicate: 1 hour a day
Why us?: this server looks really fun to play and i love role playing servers this fallout will be new to me i usually play medieval ones but I'm really looking forward to playing
Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples)Role playing is where a person acts or plays as another character and plays as if you have the characters skills weaknesses and fears.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Meta gaming is when a person uses information he has no possible way of knowing yet, and using it for there own purposes in character.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Power gaming is when you don't give a person time to react to your own actions or take over there character. example: *Stabs someone and kills them*
IC:
Name: Marcus Lemer
Nickname: (Optional) Marc
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Appearance: He has mangled black hair that has never been cut. And war medals on his arms. With browned skin and jeans with tears. He has no beard
Personality: Marcus is a brutal fighter but great with building he builds any thing with the materials he can find he will help anybody in need of help but will fight with no remorse if necessary
In-game RP example: (Include dialog)
Marcus runs through the woods trying not to make a sound.
NCR Soldier: Stop you thieving scoundrel!
Marcus: Hahahaha. You really think I will stop, and wait for you to kill me? You idiot!
*Marcus throughs frag grenade*
NCR Soldier: Wait. What is that? Oh crap! It's a f***ing gre-
A big blast is heard thought the forest.
Marcus:Darn!Should have used the flash grenade.Now everyone will come after me.
Raider:You are right.
*Raider shoots at Marcus*
Marcus: GAHHH!!! Marcus is hit in the abdomen and arms. With his other arm he brings out his gun
*Marcus shoots but misses* Out of ammo Marcus lays down.
Raider: Hahahahaha!! You are now de-
The Raider collapses, dead.
Stranger:Looked like you needed some help. I am Chris.
Marcus:Thanks Chris. Is there any way you can help me with my wounds?
Chris:I can give you a little treatment. But we will have to get you to my town, there is full equipment there.
Marcus: Okay thanks a lot.
*Marcus passes out from all the blood lost*
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs)
Marcus was born in Vault 56. He lived in safety and prosperity, living the normal life of a vault dweller. Until the explosion ... When the explosion happened Marcus was with his parents in there room. The explosion was due to a gas leak. A large part of the vault was gone. Marcus and his parents grabbed some food and other resources and ran. They were blinded by the sun as they came out. They hunted for shelter and eventually found a cave. They lived at the cave for a while. Until there resources ran out. With limited resources left they became a mix of raiders and thieves. They only killed 15 people in 10 years and became plentiful in resources. Although some items were not completely radiation free. Marcus' parents took some stimpax that were contaminated. They soon died from radiation poisoning. Marcus was distraught and had mild depression. He survived on the leftover resources and wandered a lot.
One day he met a little girl who was orphaned. The little girl who could have been no more than 10 was found all filthy and scared with an infection on her foot. Marcus took her to his cave. He fed her food and stopped the infection. The little girl revealed herself to be Kacy. She had lost her parents to radiation poisoning also. Kacy was the person who brought Marcus out of his depression. Marcus and Kacy lived peacefully. One day Marcus decided to teach Kacy about thievery. He brought her and found a frail person. He went and demonstrated on the person. He looked away from her for 5 seconds, and in that time she was kidnapped. Marcus ran everywhere looking for her. He finally found the kidnappers base. He was so overcome with rage that he went in and destroyed everything and killed everyone. He found Kacy locked up. He released her. Realizing he could not help her if the same thing happened again, he gave her to a nice vault. Marcus could not have any attachments since they could be easily whisked away. He lived a life in solitude from then on.
Nuka Cola is tasty! P.S:One ban for economy exploiting was buying 2 items and converting it into 1 to make a larger profit. I don't know about the other one because checking my bans I was banned from Noobstown and it said you have been banned
OOC:
IGN: CoolDownPills
Age: 12
Time you can dedicate: 10 hours today, but in a week school starts then I can do about 5 hours a day.
Why us?: I was looking for a new fresh new Fallout server since most are bland, and after seeing your buildings and areas, I would love to join.
Define Role-Playing in your words: Role-playing is when you make a well developed character, and play out the situations that come your way in a certain scenario/world.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Meta-gaming is when you use the information you learned OCC into role-play.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Doing unrealistic actions in role-play. Example: *Shoots everyone with head shots* *Gets Jester drunk* *Cracks Gnome's neck*
IC:
Name: Gregory Hodges
Nickname: Mutt
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Appearance: Long blonde hair, a small beard, and a dog suit.
Personality: Silent, open-minded, impractical In-game RP Example:*Mutt is wandering in the swamp as sunset* Mutt: I better set up camp now... *Two men come out from behind a willow tree, one with a shotgun and one with a hunting knife* Bandit1: Too late for ya' now bud! Bandit2: Caps now ****er! *Bandit2 comes closer with the shotgun, now right besides Mutt's head* Mutt: I dun carry no caps, look elsewhere. Bandit1: Tom! Burn the ****er! *Bandit2 pushes Mutt to the ground, pointing the shotgun to the ground* Bandit2: See you later mother****er! *Mutt quickly rolls the right, getting pelted by the BBs in the shot.* Bandit1: He's escapin' Tom! *Bandit1 and Bandit2 chases after Mutt* *Mutt stops, breathing heavily and looking back, seeing the shotgun being aimed at him* *Mutt quickly jumps to the right noticing the huge hole in the tree* Bandit2: He's not worth it Jack... *Mutt runs, stopping every minute or so* Mutt: *****... *Mutt stops holding the small gashes in his side, and decides to build camp for the night* Background: Gregory Hodges was born, but divines never blessed him or his parents. Greg was separated by his parents somehow, someway, to end up in a hell of a mess at 20 years of age. Greg never knew the truth about what his parents were or how they lost him, but didn't care. Liquor and whiskey stained his past life, making it harder to remember. All Greg knew or needs to know is, he has survived what was handed to him. Greg was a wanderer, stopping at the occasional bar to get food and some drinks, to set camp the next night. Life was average, a survivor trying to survive, not letting anything or anyone try to prevent it. Greg was use to the schedule every morning to quickly pull down camp and travel farther East. Most bar stories he heard came from the East. Some called it the land of riches and life, but Greg just called it East. People tell stories how they found many people, cities even out East, and loots and weapons that are so big, that they can blow away masses of mutants. Greg just knew they were tales of a drunk man's imagination, but Greg was a traveler and a gambler. But, the farther East he got, the more he'll see ruins. Hope filled Greg when there was nothing out there to hope for. One day, he found the real reason he went East. While scavenging through a destroy Big Mart, he found this girl in the aisle in front of him. She was paralyzed with his venomous sights. She ran quickly, Greg chased after, hopefully not letting another prospector steal his scraps. The chased goes down, aisle down aisle. But soon, Greg cached up as they reached a dead end. She stopped, while Greg kept running. He tried to stop his feet, but it was too late, he tackled her with his clumsiness. Greg gives out a small chuckle when they fell. She pushed him off, but afterwards she let out her hand. Did anyone in the wastes have the same looks and charm as her. Greg didn't even know her name and she was trying to help. Greg accepted the hand, being pulled up. He mumbled "Sorry..." as we walked away. She ran after him, being eager to find someone who didn't try to kill her. She got in front of him, making him stop. She quickly said "Hey stranger, I'm Janet!" She stared quietly at him, expecting a reply. Greg let out a bust of breath, quickly saying "I don't want to start relations here, I'm just going to go back to my camp and go back to my routine." Janet stopped him again saying "C'mon, your the first friendly face I've seen 'round here. Let's go split a conversation over whiskey, it's on me." Greg couldn't go at this point. If he wanted to leave without being followed, he had to agree to do this. Greg said "Whiskey sounds good, by the way, I'm Greg." His first contact with someone who didn't try to shoot back, this was a success. The night went on, one thing led to another, then Greg and Janet started an agreement to start traveling with each other. Greg forgot what happened on that day, but he thinks it was destiny that got them together, but it was really just luck and lust, with a touch of whiskey.
Years passed, Janet and Greg got closer. Soon, they considered themselves together in any kind of relation. But, one day Greg is going to loose it all. The day was hot, the sun was cooking like a frag grenade. It was dusty, sand coming in all directions. He told Janet to stick close attention and to stay behind him if she didn't want to loose her life. But, the sand was blinding, and out of no where bandits came out, guns shooting out. They commanded the both of them on their knees, Greg was ready for the execution. They first took their packs off, preparing to shoot anywhere. They started off with Greg, shooting him in the lower back. He fell, face against the sand. He was in shock. He's not dead. Thoughts in his head were speeding like trains. He just closed his eyes trying to ignore his life. He felt very light headed, he felt null. The second shot was fired. He tried to glance, but he couldn't do it. The pain was deep. After a few minutes. He opened his eyes again, seeing Janet's pale face, noticing the small bullet hole perfectly in her forehead. He couldn't bare the sight of his fallen comrade. Not even a comrade... his lover. He tried to move, struggling back up. He can move perfectly for a man who just got shot in the back. He could stand, walk even. But, when he tried to walk away from the scene, he started barfing. That memory was on replay, the image of Janet, it was spiraling. He just fell, it all went black. He later awoke, seeing no remains of Janet or his clothes. He was naked in the middle of the dessert. Greg searched the sands, finding the firm grip of his hunting knife. He went a little North, finding plains. He searched the fields for any scraps, only finding a pack of wolves. He chose the best situation possible. He skinned a wolf by wrestling it and choking it. Greg thought it was humane enough for his situation. He missed Janet, but he thought she would've wanted him to still live. That's the only thought that kept him alive for this long without bursting his brains out. So, he lived his life continuing to go East until he finds his maker. People he traded with started calling him 'Mutt'. He calls himself by that name now since of his apparel. He's waiting to find the next road that lays in front of him. Nuka cola is tasty! EDIT: I don't know how to space out my roleplay example correctly. D:
Hello CoolDownPills,
We have some issues with the Legion, let Bliss shoot 'em, but supply him with information first:
Your Power-gaming definition is a bit confusing. Can you clarify your definition please?
You have two bans, which are for being childish and griefing. Mind explaining? [ If Niloc gone over your reasons, let me know. ]
Can someone please look over my post on page 143? I've been waiting a week now to be reviewed, and I kinda think that's a little outrageous. And I have a question: What version Minecraft are you guys running? thanks
Time you can dedicate: Anytime that I can Why us?: I've been a fan of FO since the first. i've looked around plenty, and I think SoOF is the right RP server for me !
Define Role-Playing in your words: When I roleplay, I change my behaviour to assume that of another, fictional character, be it in a game, or in a performance. Roleplaying is acting as someone else.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Meta is when you use OOC info whilst IC, for example, if you adjust relationships with another char because of IRL relations, that's meta. Define Power-gaming in your words: When you powergame, your char has abilities bordering on godlike, he/she cannot die, be injured, and is invincible.
IC:
Name: Jacob Tant
Nickname: Irish
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Appearance: A tall, wiry young man with a shock of red hair and boyish looks. He has auburn stubble on his face, from not shaving. He has cold blue eyes, that keep any emotion tucked away. He carries a small banjo, to entertain himself on long nights, and has a sand-coloured cloak to camouflage himself. He carries an ancient, worn brush gun called "Family Ties", but it is broken and Tant cannot fix it.
Personality: A quiet, reserved type. He rarely speaks unless necessary, but despite this silence, is an efficient fighter. Has little sense of humor, albeit a morbid one. Shows kindness and mercy, but is cold to certain people. He is very clever, and fast. In-game RP example:
Two NCR troopers are patrolling the fenced perimeter of their checkpoint on a plain. It is a warm night in Utah. They are walking past a thick brush. Soldier 1: . . . and then, Micheals runs out of the bush, being tailed by about 3 of those roaches, screaming, with his pants around his ankles. Soldier 2: Well, I guess that's what the kid gets for trying to take a **** without so much as a knife to defend himself. Both laugh. Soldier 2: But anyway, you should have seen what happened the other day. We was on the trail of these poachers, gonna give 'em a chat, and... He is silenced when the other soldier puts up a hand, and stops. He looks like he is listening intently for something. Soldier 2: What the hell, man? What is it now? Soldier 1: You hear that? Soldier 2: I don't hear jack squat, brother. Let's keep moving. Soldier 1: No, no, I heard a growl, or something... something's out there. Soldier 2: Yeah, yeah, come on. A loud growl suddenly emanates from the brush. Soldier 1 raises his repeater in the direction. Soldier 1: *in a harsh whisper* Tell me you heard that. Soldier 2: That one I heard. I think we should book it back to the 'point, y'know, tell some– He is cut off a second time, this time by a tall, scaly beast emerging from the brush, howling. Soldier 1: DEATHCLAW! *fires weapon* The Deathclaw rushes him, and tears into him with his claws. The soldier is dead before he hits the ground. Soldier 2 is already running, and stumbles. Soldier 2: NONONONONONONONONONONONONO! *crawling backwards as the bloody Deathclaw converges on him* The Deathclaw leans over him, drooling on his boots. The soldier is white with fright, and just as the Deathclaw snarls, showing his razor-sharp teeth, it is shot in the shoulder by someone behind the soldier. The creature recoils, spreading it's arms in that terrible way. Another shot nails it in the chest, and it hits the ground hard, yelping. The shots echo across the plain. The soldier looks confused, then turns around to see a man in a cloak, holding a brush gun, emerging from the brush. The man removes his hood, revealing bright red hair, then smiles grimly and offers the soldier a hand. Stranger: Shouldn't have wasted 2 bullets on that 'claw. *helps soldier up* Soldier 2: *looks bewildered and confused* Stranger: Jacob Tant. Soldier 2: R-Ron Ferguson. They shake hands.
Background: Jacob Tant is son to a rape victim of vicious raider "The Lord", who impregnated his mother, Sarah Tant, and left. He was born in the Mojave Desert. Sarah raised him as best she could on their little supplies. Jacob was very clever and fast as a boy, and stole from small settlements for him and his mother to survive. He lived a life that was happy, considering the odds. But when Sarah died from radiation poisoning, the 10-year-old boy had to fend off on his own. He roamed the Mojave, a silent scavenger looking for a home. For the next eight years, Jacob lived alone in the Mojave. One day, Tant encountered a beautiful girl named Ross. The two fell in love, and traveled together. Eventually, Ross was pregnant with Jacob's baby. Life was perfect. But, in the Mojave, all good things come to an end. Then turn ugly. One day, as Jacob and Ross were travelling , a group of raiders led by none other than The Lord ambushed them, kidnapping Ross. Tant was beaten to a pulp, stripped of all valuables, and left for dead. Jacob, however, wouldn't die that easy. He grabbed his old .357 that was left behind by the raiders and tracked the Lord stealthily. When he found his opportunity, he attacked The Lord's men, only to be captured and having to watch his love, Ross, have her throat slit. With a unfathomable rage, Jacob jumped up, disarmed the nearest raider, and opened up on them. He killed most of the raiders, and the rest ran away. The Lord himself was killed in the retaliation, ironically giving vengeance to both Sarah AND Ross. Jacob then grieved over Ross' body for hours, burying her in an unmarked grave east of Novac. Because of the loss of his love and unborn child, the happiness went out of Jacob. Tant, armed with nothing but a brush gun and a steely determination for bloodlust, took to killing any raider he came across. He practiced martial matters (shooting, hand-to-hand) daily, and became a top shot. He did odd jobs, a caravan guard being one, for six long years, until New Vegas fell into anarchy. He migrated to Utah, and has since opted to become an NCR sharpshooter. And the rest... is still to come.
THANK YOU FOR READING MY APP ! I HOPE TO BE RP'ING WITH YOU SOON! NUKA COLA IS TASTY!
Hello Maxkenny,
Some Legionaries are chasing a lone Ranger! Take those Legionary scum down by doing the following:
You also have two bans, one for griefing and one for excessive swearing, and pleading to be banned. Care to explain?
Could you make your background story less of a revenge story?
OOC:
IGN: maxell98
Age: 14
Time you can dedicate: 4-9 hours a week
Why us?: I love the Fallout series and this is the best Fallout RP server out there.
Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples) You immerse yourself into a separarte, more interesting reality.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Using outside knowledge your character hasn't learned of. You can't head directly towards a town your character hasn't even heard of.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Making yourself invincible or unrealistically fast, strong, smart, etc. Or forcing other players into situations they don't consent to.
IC:
Name: Jace Beleran
Nickname: (Optional) Jace
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Appearance: 5'6, stocky build, average face, hazel eyes, blonde hair, dark blue jeans, black hoodie, black tennis shoes.
Personality: Jace is a nice person. He rarely speaks, but he respects everyone until they do something to lose his respect. Although a person of good morals, years of wandering the wastes have left him cold.
In-game RP example: (Include dialog) Jace is in the Mojave Desert, having learned of a place called the big empty.
*Jace is walking down the road from Primm to Nipton.
*He instinctively looks behind himself to see a a person who looked to be taking psycho.
[J]ace - What do you want?
[F]iend - You know what I want, hand over all the psycho, med-x, and jet you have.
[J] - I don't carry that stuff, I think you're proof why.
[F] - What are you implying? *Unholsters pistol.
[J] - I'm implying you take so many drugs you can't even hit me from this close with that pistol.
[F] - *Pulls trigger, hears a click.
[J] - Apparently you're so doped up you forgot to clean your gun. *Unholsters pistol, points it at fiend's head.
[F] - You wouldn't.
[J] - You're right. *Shoots fiend in the knee, then walks away.
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs) Jace was borne in Lexington, KY. His dad was a drunk ordering service from the town's local prostitute. As it is so common, after giving birth, the prostitute left the baby for dead. Jace was found and sent to a makeshift orphanage. At the age of 12, Jace left to explore what was around him. He spent most of his time in the woods, honing his survival skills. After 3 years, Jace ended up with a small trading caravan in Washington, D.C.
After a few weeks, the caravan went West, and along with it, so did Jace. The caravan ended up in Utah, and ended in Utah. The members of it had grown tired of each other, and drugs being used by a few members caused a slaughter one night while the caravan had set up camp. Jace escaped in the confusion, but had forgotten to get any equipment. So here he is stuck in unfamiliar territory, under equipped, not armed, and no food. Here he must survive, and continue his life, his choices shall shape his future in this new land.
I did read the rules so... Nuka Cola is very tasty!
All right, good job! I look forward to seeing you on the server Jace!
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~ Dedicated role player ~ Most comfortable thing in the universe ~ Leader of the Cult of Milk ~
We have some issues with the Legion, let Bliss shoot 'em, but supply him with information first:
Your Power-gaming definition is a bit confusing. Can you clarify your definition please?
You have two bans, which are for being childish and griefing. Mind explaining? [ If Niloc gone over your reasons, let me know. ]
Thank you for looking this over,
But for now:
Again? I tried my best to give the best definition I could with copy and pasting the definition on the thread. Here it is again I guess. Power-gaming: To do a unrealistic or a too powerful action, and instantly killing players with role-playing the situation out. Now, one ban for me being childish is just senseless, since I often go on a server's Mumble/Team Speak, and instantly ban me for being a 'squeaker', which I assure you I'm not anymore . And the other ban is because I use to be a AVO fanboy, and once joined a server that they were streaming on, and got instantly banned.
Why us?: Was listening to a fallout playlist on spotify, and it got me in the mood for Fallout. So I started to look for servers, and the lore and factions of this server caught my eye.
Define Role-Playing in your words: I would define roleplaying as taking the life of a character as your own. Acting out in ways he or she would as if they were a real person. This also means thinking like the character you created, and doing things he or she would do.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Meta-gaming would be using knowledge outside of character for use in character. An example would be if I was on the teamspeak server, and my friend told me he was being attacked in x town. If I were to go over there and help him, that would be meta gaming, because there was no way my character would know to go over there and help my friend.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Power-gaming would be playing the game to reach a predefined goal, instead of enjoying the experience on the way, such as maxing out your levels and doing nothing else. Also, power gaming could be having your character do things that aren't possible for him or her to do, such as surviving a .50 BMG to the skull.
IC:
Name: Amethyst
Nickname: (Optional) Am
Age: 28
Gender: Female
Appearance: http://www.planetmin...ils-with-story/) Am is a battered looking girl. She wears a gasmask most of the time to hide her face, scared that people would be able to ID her if she crossed paths with the wrong sort of person. Her skin is scratched and dusty, scavenging in the desert does that to you. Her eyes have dark bags, from sleepless nights fending for herself. [background]
Personality: Am is tough, ruthless, and dangerous. Living with raiders all her life and leading them has made her a tough son-of-a-*****, and she means to keep that about her.
In-game RP example: Amwalked the lonely road across the vast desert of the Mojave, heading towards Utah. She heard resources there would be plentiful. She stopped and dropped to her knee as she heard gunfire. She looked out onto the horizon and say what looked like a large, burly man in metal armor gunning down a pack of raiders. He shrugged off the round hitting his shoulders like they were pieces of paper being thrown at him. After dispatching the raiders, the man turned to Am and pointed his AKM at her. "Do you want to die too?" he asked in a deep, rough voice. It sounded to Am like he had been smoking all his life. "N-no! I'm just passing by to Utah is all." The man lowered his weapon, slinging it over his back. "Fine, I was heading that way anyways, think you'd like a partner in crime?" He flashed a toothy smile, and Am nodded at his question.
Background: Am was born to her mother and father, both scavengers. They lived in a sewer to stay safe, so Am quickly got used to a life living in filth and grime. Her parents spent the night scavenging and the day listening to the radio and sleeping. They worker very hard for the daughter they loved. One night though, a raider scout spied Am's parents making a run to an abandoned schoolhouse. The raiders soon descended on their home, killing her parents swiftly. They took Am in, raising her as their own. Am soon became a ruthless raider just like the others, but secretly, inside, she was still a sweet little girl that her parents once knew.
Now she was 28 years old, and she was the gang leader of her ravenous raiders, the Red Wolves. One night, they were scouting their territory and found a ragtag band of Brotherhood Paladins, who looked like they had been through hell. Thinking they could win the fight with them, Am and her own band of ragtag fighters attacked, cutting down the Paladins swiftly. Little did they know, the 3 Paladins were a scouting group. After a minute of looting, they were ambushed by a sniper team, a Brotherhood, sniper team. They layed waste to the raiders, picking them off quickly. Am bobbed and weaved during the onslaught of .50 BMG rounds as she saw her fellow raiders lose their brains and limbs, the rounds shredding their bodies. Am managed to get away, running from the sniper team for days on end. Not knowing it, she had been heading to Utah the whole time, and she reached the state border as the sniper team were recalled back to their bunker. Am was without supplies, and was now in Utah.
Nuka cola is very tasty!
All right, I've gone over your app. A few things needs to be changed.
-Appearence. Gasmask? No equipment please =]
-RP Example. I need a few more actions here, show me you know how to engage in RP yourself.
-Background. The only problem here...is the Brotherhood combat. Your raider team took out 3 paladins? And then you were able to escape a Brotherhood sniping team? One does not simply "Run" from a Brotherhood sniping team. Edit this a bit, thank you.
All right, so fix that up, and re-apply. Until then, you are
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~ Dedicated role player ~ Most comfortable thing in the universe ~ Leader of the Cult of Milk ~
All right, I've gone over your app. A few things needs to be changed.
-Appearence. Gasmask? No equipment please =]
-RP Example. I need a few more actions here, show me you know how to engage in RP yourself.
-Background. The only problem here...is the Brotherhood combat. Your raider team took out 3 paladins? And then you were able to escape a Brotherhood sniping team? One does not simply "Run" from a Brotherhood sniping team. Edit this a bit, thank you.
All right, so fix that up, and re-apply. Until then, you are
Again? I tried my best to give the best definition I could with copy and pasting the definition on the thread. Here it is again I guess. Power-gaming: To do a unrealistic or a too powerful action, and instantly killing players with role-playing the situation out. Now, one ban for me being childish is just senseless, since I often go on a server's Mumble/Team Speak, and instantly ban me for being a 'squeaker', which I assure you I'm not anymore . And the other ban is because I use to be a AVO fanboy, and once joined a server that they were streaming on, and got instantly banned.
Why us?: Was listening to a fallout playlist on spotify, and it got me in the mood for Fallout. So I started to
look for servers, and the lore and factions of this server caught my eye.
Define Role-Playing in your words: I would define roleplaying as taking the life of a character as your own. Acting out in ways he or she would as if they were a real person. This also means thinking like the character you created, and doing things he or she would do.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Meta-gaming would be using knowledge outside of character for use in character. An example would be if I was on the teamspeak server, and my friend told me he was being attacked in x town. If I were to go over there and help him, that would be meta gaming, because there was no way my character would know to go over there and help my friend.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Power-gaming would be playing the game to reach a predefined goal, instead of enjoying the experience on the way, such as maxing out your levels and doing nothing else. Also, power gaming could be having your character do things that aren't possible for him or her to do, such as surviving a .50 BMG to the skull.
IC:
Name: Amethyst
Nickname: (Optional) Am
Age: 28
Gender: Female
Appearance: http://www.planetmin...ils-with-story/) Am is a battered looking girl. Her skin is scratched and dusty, scavenging in the desert does that to you. Her eyes have dark bags, from sleepless nights fending for herself.
Personality: Am is tough, ruthless, and dangerous. Living with raiders all her life and leading them has made her a tough son-of-a-*****, and she means to keep that about her.
In-game RP example: Am walked the lonely road across the vast desert of the Mojave, heading towards Utah. She heard resources there would be plentiful. She stopped and dropped to her knee as she heard gunfire. She looked out onto the horizon and say what looked like a large, burly man in metal armor gunning down a pack of raiders. He shrugged off the round hitting his shoulders like they were pieces of paper being thrown at him. After dispatching the raiders, the man turned to Am and pointed his AKM at her. "Do you want to die too?" he asked in a deep, rough voice. It sounded to Am like he had been smoking all his life. "N-no! I'm just passing by to Utah is all." The man lowered his weapon, slinging it over his back. "Fine, I was heading that way anyways, think you'd like a partner in crime?" He flashed a toothy smile, and Am nodded at his question. Am fought with the man through thick and thin. One night they came across a band of Legionaries. They were outmatched by them, their attempt to hide from them failing. The man Am was with was gunned down, a 12 gauge slug lodging into his grey matter, Am took our her own Berreta 92FS and shot the first Legionary in the chest, knocking him down. She got up and ran, sprinting up the hill, ducking and weaving as bullets whizzed by her head. One flew into her arm, right below the elbow. She fell, and got back up, holding her wound as she continued to run. After spending nights running, the attackers gave up. She came upon a small town, and went to the bar, getting a drink. After an hour of resting, she went to the local doctor, and spent the night there, getting patched up and resting. Thanking the doctor for the help, she gave him a handful of caps and left.
Background: Am was born to her mother and father, both scavengers. They lived in a sewer to stay safe, so Am quickly got used to a life living in filth and grime. Her parents spent the night scavenging and the day listening to the radio and sleeping. They worker very hard for the daughter they loved. One night though, a raider scout spied Am's parents making a run to an abandoned schoolhouse. The raiders soon descended on their home, killing her parents swiftly. They took Am in, raising her as their own. Am soon became a ruthless raider just like the others, but secretly, inside, she was still a sweet little girl that her parents once knew.
Now she was 28 years old, and she was the gang leader of her ravenous raiders, the Red Wolves. One night, they were scouting their territory and found a squad of NCR soldiers. Thinking they could win the fight, Am and her group attacked. They fought for what seemed like an hour at a small gas station on a dusty road in the middle of nowhere. She took a few shots herself, one in the stomach and another in the hand. Her raiders one the fight but barely, only Am, and two other raiders surviving. Using the last of the supplies, they patched up Am. She decided to leave them, her band broken from the gas station gun fight. She headed to Utah after hearing of Salt Lake City, and decided to either find another group of raiders, or start her own again.
OOC:
IGN: JMickeyD
Age: 14
Time you can dedicate: Many hours a week, especially during summer, once school starts, less maybe.
Why us?: Looks like a nice Fallout server, want to try it out and see how it is.
Define Role-Playing in your words: Role-Playing is basically getting a scenario, a character, and a setting, and acting out in real time, as the story progresses, for enjoyment.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Meta-gaming is using or distributing info that you did not obtain from RP, in RP. Ex. seeing in the forums that someone stole something in RP, and telling your friend in RP
Define Power-gaming in your words: Power-gaming is pretty much making your own character better than others in Rp, Extremely without their permission. Ex " *Shoots his gun once and kills the entire NCR*".
IC:
Name: Roman
Nickname: (Optional) N/A
Age: 19
Gender: male
Appearance: Red hair, tall, Dark Green eyes, Charming, Suave, Smooth-talking, Good strategist, sneaky, Loves company but needs to be alone at times
Personality: Roman is good hearted and caring, but also a fighter. If provoked, Roman will take actions that he will soon regret.
In-game RP example: (Include dialog)
Roman walks into the bar, for a quick meeting with a mysterious business partner. "Well, what do you want?" asks Roman. "I need you to take out someone for me" The voice sounded some what familiar. "I'm not about doing that anymore! Who are you and how do you know about my past". "You can't run from your past Roman! I'll find you again someday!" The man exits. Roman spots a fine looking woman in the distance. He approaches her. "Hey there. I can't help my self, but you look amazing, Can I get your name?". "Aww, thanks, the name's Natalie. And you?" "Roman. Can I buy you something to drink?" And their relationship bloomed on.
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs)
Roman was born in California, to an NCR Corporal and a Teacher. He has 2 older brothers, Leo and Mack. Roman grew up with other children of NCR parents. When Roman was only 5, his brother Mack ran off, possibly towards a new life in Arizona. Roman wasn't exactly the smartest kid, and he didn't exactly have the best aim, but Roman was sure to have plenty Charisma to influence just about anyone. In his teen years, Roman used this skill, realizing his charming effect can easily gain him female companions.Roman also liked fighting, not war style, but fist fights and wrestling, for fun or for caps. Roman always looked up to his brother, Leo. One day, Leo left home, and went on his own path, To Arizona to look for Mack, and eventually to the Chicago Area, to meet people and get caps. Roman had at that point lost the biggest influence in his life. Miraculously, Roman received letters and packages from Leo, telling him of his adventures with the NCR and BoS and everything. These notes inspired Roman.
Roman, taking after his brother's wondrous stories, decided to set out, when he turned 18, towards Arizona, in more search of his brother, Mack. Roman had an extremely hard time traveling. Along the way, Roman met a man named Wayne. Wayne took care of Roman, and helped him on his travels. Wayne became his "Second father". One night, around North-Eastern Nevada, Wayne and Roman camped out in a old abandoned Mobile home. At night, Roman woke up to the noise of footsteps. He looked outside to see nothing but darkness. The next morning, however, Wayne walked out side to cook up some breakfast on the campfire, but as soon as he stepped out of the door way, Roman heard a *click* and in a few seconds, the sky rained blood and flesh. Roman pulled out his signature dogtags and marked a third tally mark, For the 3rd person He'd lost in his life. Roman continued his adventure until he made it to Utah. He thought it over, and after a long year of traveling, he thought he might rest in Utah for a while.
Hello d_sslicer, I am sorry but your app has been denied, here are a few ways you can improve your app if you want to apply again:
1.A better definition of Role-Playing, Meta-Gaming and Power-Gaming
2.Your Role-Playing example is supposed to be about your character and what he does in a certain event (an event of your choice of course) so that we can get a feel of your Role-Playing and if you stick to your background.
3.A longer, more in-depth and slightly more fallout background. Rad free water is a very hard thing to come by so how would a small town have an unlimited supply to grow crops, how is that town able to grow these crops without any problems, the NCR have the supplies and the workers yet they find it hard to grow food let alone it be rad free. It would be a good idea to answer these in your background, it would add more information and also make it more in-depth, you should also add more detail about Deiters life such as what his childhood was like, were there any other events that changed his life and were there any other important people in his life like an important family friend?
You have a good, solid app and I am sorry that it is not enough to get you into the server but, if you make these changes then you are more the likely to be accepted if you apply again:
-Lord_Sythis
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Hello Jmo10thebeast, I am sorry to say but your app has been denied, here are several ways you can improve your app if you want to apply again:
1.A better definition of Role-Playing, Meta-Gaming and Power-Gaming.
2. Use the proper app template, this can be found on the first page.
3.Your background is to short, it needs to be longer and more in-depth, we need to know about your characters life, what was his childhood like, were there any important people in his life, why did he want to become a trader, etc...
4. You need to work on your grammar, I found it very hard to read some parts of your app.
5.Your app seems to be missing something, read the rules to find out what that is.
6. A longer Role-Playing example, add some dialogue to it and have more going on, maybe have your character run into a group of raiders?
Also, it seems you have been banned from a server for advertising, mind explaining this ban?
Overall you have a lot of stuff that needs changing to get into this server but if you do as what is listed above, you are most likely to be accepted.
-Lord_Sythis
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IGN: JMickeyD
Age: 14
Time you can dedicate: Many hours a week, especially during summer, once school starts, less maybe.
Why us?: Looks like a nice Fallout server, want to try it out and see how it is.
Define Role-Playing in your words: Role-Playing is basically getting a scenario, a character, and a setting, and acting out in real time, as the story progresses, for enjoyment.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Meta-gaming is using or distributing info that you did not obtain from RP, in RP. Ex. seeing in the forums that someone stole something in RP, and telling your friend in RP
Define Power-gaming in your words: Power-gaming is pretty much making your own character better than others in Rp, Extremely without their permission. Ex " *Shoots his gun once and kills the entire NCR*".
IC:
Name: Roman
Nickname: (Optional) N/A
Age: 19
Gender: male
Appearance: Red hair, tall, Dark Green eyes, Charming, Suave, Smooth-talking, Good strategist, sneaky, Loves company but needs to be alone at times
Personality: Leo is good hearted and caring, but also a fighter. If provoked, Leo will take actions that he will soon regret.
In-game RP example: (Include dialog)
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs)
-Appearence. Who's Leo?
-Background. This is a bit to short, and what's here is confusing. Sentences like, "Eventually, in a Vault, He was essentially a mercenary." Also, your character seems to be everything. It's usually better if you pick a few dominant traits, but for every trait your cahracter has, he has the opposite of that trait as well.
So, fix that up, and re-apply. Your app is
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IGN: CoolDownPills
Age: 12
Time you can dedicate: 10 hours today, but in a week school starts then I can do about 5 hours a day.
Why us?: I was looking for a new fresh new Fallout server since most are bland, and after seeing your buildings and areas, I would love to join.
Define Role-Playing in your words: Role-playing is when you make a well developed character, and play out the situations that come your way in a certain scenario/world.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Meta-gaming is when you use the information you learned OCC into role-play.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Doing unrealistic actions in role-play. Example: *Shoots everyone with head shots* *Gets Jester drunk* *Cracks Gnome's neck*
IC:
Name: Gregory Hodges
Nickname: Mutt
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Appearance: Long blonde hair, a small beard, and a dog suit.
Personality: Silent, open-minded, impractical In-game RP Example:*Mutt is wandering in the swamp as sunset* Mutt: I better set up camp now... *Two men come out from behind a willow tree, one with a shotgun and one with a hunting knife* Bandit1: Too late for ya' now bud! Bandit2: Caps now ****er! *Bandit2 comes closer with the shotgun, now right besides Mutt's head* Mutt: I dun carry no caps, look elsewhere. Bandit1: Tom! Burn the ****er! *Bandit2 pushes Mutt to the ground, pointing the shotgun to the ground* Bandit2: See you later mother****er! *Mutt quickly rolls the right, getting pelted by the BBs in the shot.* Bandit1: He's escapin' Tom! *Bandit1 and Bandit2 chases after Mutt* *Mutt stops, breathing heavily and looking back, seeing the shotgun being aimed at him* *Mutt quickly jumps to the right noticing the huge hole in the tree* Bandit2: He's not worth it Jack... *Mutt runs, stopping every minute or so* Mutt: *****... *Mutt stops holding the small gashes in his side, and decides to build camp for the night* Background: Gregory Hodges was born, but divines never blessed him or his parents. Greg was separated by his parents somehow, someway, to end up in a hell of a mess at 20 years of age. Greg never knew the truth about what his parents were or how they lost him, but didn't care. Liquor and whiskey stained his past life, making it harder to remember. All Greg knew or needs to know is, he has survived what was handed to him. Greg was a wanderer, stopping at the occasional bar to get food and some drinks, to set camp the next night. Life was average, a survivor trying to survive, not letting anything or anyone try to prevent it. Greg was use to the schedule every morning to quickly pull down camp and travel farther East. Most bar stories he heard came from the East. Some called it the land of riches and life, but Greg just called it East. People tell stories how they found many people, cities even out East, and loots and weapons that are so big, that they can blow away masses of mutants. Greg just knew they were tales of a drunk man's imagination, but Greg was a traveler and a gambler. But, the farther East he got, the more he'll see ruins. Hope filled Greg when there was nothing out there to hope for. One day, he found the real reason he went East. While scavenging through a destroy Big Mart, he found this girl in the aisle in front of him. She was paralyzed with his venomous sights. She ran quickly, Greg chased after, hopefully not letting another prospector steal his scraps. The chased goes down, aisle down aisle. But soon, Greg cached up as they reached a dead end. She stopped, while Greg kept running. He tried to stop his feet, but it was too late, he tackled her with his clumsiness. Greg gives out a small chuckle when they fell. She pushed him off, but afterwards she let out her hand. Did anyone in the wastes have the same looks and charm as her. Greg didn't even know her name and she was trying to help. Greg accepted the hand, being pulled up. He mumbled "Sorry..." as we walked away. She ran after him, being eager to find someone who didn't try to kill her. She got in front of him, making him stop. She quickly said "Hey stranger, I'm Janet!" She stared quietly at him, expecting a reply. Greg let out a bust of breath, quickly saying "I don't want to start relations here, I'm just going to go back to my camp and go back to my routine." Janet stopped him again saying "C'mon, your the first friendly face I've seen 'round here. Let's go split a conversation over whiskey, it's on me." Greg couldn't go at this point. If he wanted to leave without being followed, he had to agree to do this. Greg said "Whiskey sounds good, by the way, I'm Greg." His first contact with someone who didn't try to shoot back, this was a success. The night went on, one thing led to another, then Greg and Janet started an agreement to start traveling with each other. Greg forgot what happened on that day, but he thinks it was destiny that got them together, but it was really just luck and lust, with a touch of whiskey.
Years passed, Janet and Greg got closer. Soon, they considered themselves together in any kind of relation. But, one day Greg is going to loose it all. The day was hot, the sun was cooking like a frag grenade. It was dusty, sand coming in all directions. He told Janet to stick close attention and to stay behind him if she didn't want to loose her life. But, the sand was blinding, and out of no where bandits came out, guns shooting out. They commanded the both of them on their knees, Greg was ready for the execution. They first took their packs off, preparing to shoot anywhere. They started off with Greg, shooting him in the lower back. He fell, face against the sand. He was in shock. He's not dead. Thoughts in his head were speeding like trains. He just closed his eyes trying to ignore his life. He felt very light headed, he felt null. The second shot was fired. He tried to glance, but he couldn't do it. The pain was deep. After a few minutes. He opened his eyes again, seeing Janet's pale face, noticing the small bullet hole perfectly in her forehead. He couldn't bare the sight of his fallen comrade. Not even a comrade... his lover. He tried to move, struggling back up. He can move perfectly for a man who just got shot in the back. He could stand, walk even. But, when he tried to walk away from the scene, he started barfing. That memory was on replay, the image of Janet, it was spiraling. He just fell, it all went black. He later awoke, seeing no remains of Janet or his clothes. He was naked in the middle of the dessert. Greg searched the sands, finding the firm grip of his hunting knife. He went a little North, finding plains. He searched the fields for any scraps, only finding a pack of wolves. He chose the best situation possible. He skinned a wolf by wrestling it and choking it. Greg thought it was humane enough for his situation. He missed Janet, but he thought she would've wanted him to still live. That's the only thought that kept him alive for this long without bursting his brains out. So, he lived his life continuing to go East until he finds his maker. People he traded with started calling him 'Mutt'. He calls himself by that name now since of his apparel. He's waiting to find the next road that lays in front of him. Nuka cola is tasty! EDIT: I don't know how to space out my roleplay example correctly. D:
IGN: maxell98
Age: 14
Time you can dedicate: 4-9 hours a week
Why us?: I love the Fallout series and this is the best Fallout RP server out there.
Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples) You immerse yourself into a separarte, more interesting reality.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Using outside knowledge your character hasn't learned of. You can't head directly towards a town your character hasn't even heard of.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Making yourself invincible or unrealistically fast, strong, smart, etc. Or forcing other players into situations they don't consent to.
IC:
Name: Jace Beleran
Nickname: (Optional) Jace
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Appearance: 5'6, stocky build, average face, hazel eyes, blonde hair, dark blue jeans, black hoodie, black tennis shoes.
Personality: Jace is a nice person. He rarely speaks, but he respects everyone until they do something to lose his respect. Although a person of good morals, years of wandering the wastes have left him cold.
In-game RP example: (Include dialog) Jace is in the Mojave Desert, having learned of a place called the big empty.
*Jace is walking down the road from Primm to Nipton.
*He instinctively looks behind himself to see a a person who looked to be taking psycho.
[J]ace - What do you want?
[F]iend - You know what I want, hand over all the psycho, med-x, and jet you have.
[J] - I don't carry that stuff, I think you're proof why.
[F] - What are you implying? *Unholsters pistol.
[J] - I'm implying you take so many drugs you can't even hit me from this close with that pistol.
[F] - *Pulls trigger, hears a click.
[J] - Apparently you're so doped up you forgot to clean your gun. *Unholsters pistol, points it at fiend's head.
[F] - You wouldn't.
[J] - You're right. *Shoots fiend in the knee, then walks away.
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs) Jace was borne in Lexington, KY. His dad was a drunk ordering service from the town's local prostitute. As it is so common, after giving birth, the prostitute left the baby for dead. Jace was found and sent to a makeshift orphanage. At the age of 12, Jace left to explore what was around him. He spent most of his time in the woods, honing his survival skills. After 3 years, Jace ended up with a small trading caravan in Washington, D.C.
After a few weeks, the caravan went West, and along with it, so did Jace. The caravan ended up in Utah, and ended in Utah. The members of it had grown tired of each other, and drugs being used by a few members caused a slaughter one night while the caravan had set up camp. Jace escaped in the confusion, but had forgotten to get any equipment. So here he is stuck in unfamiliar territory, under equipped, not armed, and no food. Here he must survive, and continue his life, his choices shall shape his future in this new land.
I did read the rules so... Nuka Cola is very tasty!
IGN: VxInkira
Age: 17
Time you can dedicate: 5-10 hours a day
Why us?: Was listening to a fallout playlist on spotify, and it got me in the mood for Fallout. So I started to
look for servers, and the lore and factions of this server caught my eye.
Define Role-Playing in your words: I would define roleplaying as taking the life of a character as your own. Acting out in ways he or she would as if they were a real person. This also means thinking like the character you created, and doing things he or she would do.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Meta-gaming would be using knowledge outside of character for use in character. An example would be if I was on the teamspeak server, and my friend told me he was being attacked in x town. If I were to go over there and help him, that would be meta gaming, because there was no way my character would know to go over there and help my friend.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Power-gaming would be playing the game to reach a predefined goal, instead of enjoying the experience on the way, such as maxing out your levels and doing nothing else. Also, power gaming could be having your character do things that aren't possible for him or her to do, such as surviving a .50 BMG to the skull.
IC:
Name: Amethyst
Nickname: (Optional) Am
Age: 28
Gender: Female
Appearance: http://www.planetmin...ils-with-story/) Am is a battered looking girl. She wears a gasmask most of the time to hide her face, scared that people would be able to ID her if she crossed paths with the wrong sort of person. Her skin is scratched and dusty, scavenging in the desert does that to you. Her eyes have dark bags, from sleepless nights fending for herself. [background]
Personality: Am is tough, ruthless, and dangerous. Living with raiders all her life and leading them has made her a tough son-of-a-*****, and she means to keep that about her.
In-game RP example: Am walked the lonely road across the vast desert of the Mojave, heading towards Utah. She heard resources there would be plentiful. She stopped and dropped to her knee as she heard gunfire. She looked out onto the horizon and say what looked like a large, burly man in metal armor gunning down a pack of raiders. He shrugged off the round hitting his shoulders like they were pieces of paper being thrown at him. After dispatching the raiders, the man turned to Am and pointed his AKM at her. "Do you want to die too?" he asked in a deep, rough voice. It sounded to Am like he had been smoking all his life. "N-no! I'm just passing by to Utah is all." The man lowered his weapon, slinging it over his back. "Fine, I was heading that way anyways, think you'd like a partner in crime?" He flashed a toothy smile, and Am nodded at his question.
Background: Am was born to her mother and father, both scavengers. They lived in a sewer to stay safe, so Am quickly got used to a life living in filth and grime. Her parents spent the night scavenging and the day listening to the radio and sleeping. They worker very hard for the daughter they loved. One night though, a raider scout spied Am's parents making a run to an abandoned schoolhouse. The raiders soon descended on their home, killing her parents swiftly. They took Am in, raising her as their own. Am soon became a ruthless raider just like the others, but secretly, inside, she was still a sweet little girl that her parents once knew.
Now she was 28 years old, and she was the gang leader of her ravenous raiders, the Red Wolves. One night, they were scouting their territory and found a ragtag band of Brotherhood Paladins, who looked like they had been through hell. Thinking they could win the fight with them, Am and her own band of ragtag fighters attacked, cutting down the Paladins swiftly. Little did they know, the 3 Paladins were a scouting group. After a minute of looting, they were ambushed by a sniper team, a Brotherhood, sniper team. They layed waste to the raiders, picking them off quickly. Am bobbed and weaved during the onslaught of .50 BMG rounds as she saw her fellow raiders lose their brains and limbs, the rounds shredding their bodies. Am managed to get away, running from the sniper team for days on end. Not knowing it, she had been heading to Utah the whole time, and she reached the state border as the sniper team were recalled back to their bunker. Am was without supplies, and was now in Utah.
Nuka cola is very tasty!
IGN:Somark28
Age: 11
Time you can dedicate: 1 hour a day
Why us?: this server looks really fun to play and i love role playing servers this fallout will be new to me i usually play medieval ones but I'm really looking forward to playing
Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples)Role playing is where a person acts or plays as another character and plays as if you have the characters skills weaknesses and fears.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Meta gaming is when a person uses information he has no possible way of knowing yet, and using it for there own purposes in character.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Power gaming is when you don't give a person time to react to your own actions or take over there character. example: *Stabs someone and kills them*
IC:
Name: Marcus Lemer
Nickname: (Optional) Marc
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Appearance: He has mangled black hair that has never been cut. And war medals on his arms. With browned skin and jeans with tears. He has no beard
Personality: Marcus is a brutal fighter but great with building he builds any thing with the materials he can find he will help anybody in need of help but will fight with no remorse if necessary
In-game RP example: (Include dialog)
Marcus runs through the woods trying not to make a sound.
NCR Soldier: Stop you thieving scoundrel!
Marcus: Hahahaha. You really think I will stop, and wait for you to kill me? You idiot!
*Marcus throughs frag grenade*
NCR Soldier: Wait. What is that? Oh crap! It's a f***ing gre-
A big blast is heard thought the forest.
Marcus:Darn!Should have used the flash grenade.Now everyone will come after me.
Raider:You are right.
*Raider shoots at Marcus*
Marcus: GAHHH!!! Marcus is hit in the abdomen and arms. With his other arm he brings out his gun
*Marcus shoots but misses* Out of ammo Marcus lays down.
Raider: Hahahahaha!! You are now de-
The Raider collapses, dead.
Stranger:Looked like you needed some help. I am Chris.
Marcus:Thanks Chris. Is there any way you can help me with my wounds?
Chris:I can give you a little treatment. But we will have to get you to my town, there is full equipment there.
Marcus: Okay thanks a lot.
*Marcus passes out from all the blood lost*
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs)
Marcus was born in Vault 56. He lived in safety and prosperity, living the normal life of a vault dweller. Until the explosion ... When the explosion happened Marcus was with his parents in there room. The explosion was due to a gas leak. A large part of the vault was gone. Marcus and his parents grabbed some food and other resources and ran. They were blinded by the sun as they came out. They hunted for shelter and eventually found a cave. They lived at the cave for a while. Until there resources ran out. With limited resources left they became a mix of raiders and thieves. They only killed 15 people in 10 years and became plentiful in resources. Although some items were not completely radiation free. Marcus' parents took some stimpax that were contaminated. They soon died from radiation poisoning. Marcus was distraught and had mild depression. He survived on the leftover resources and wandered a lot.
One day he met a little girl who was orphaned. The little girl who could have been no more than 10 was found all filthy and scared with an infection on her foot. Marcus took her to his cave. He fed her food and stopped the infection. The little girl revealed herself to be Kacy. She had lost her parents to radiation poisoning also. Kacy was the person who brought Marcus out of his depression. Marcus and Kacy lived peacefully. One day Marcus decided to teach Kacy about thievery. He brought her and found a frail person. He went and demonstrated on the person. He looked away from her for 5 seconds, and in that time she was kidnapped. Marcus ran everywhere looking for her. He finally found the kidnappers base. He was so overcome with rage that he went in and destroyed everything and killed everyone. He found Kacy locked up. He released her. Realizing he could not help her if the same thing happened again, he gave her to a nice vault. Marcus could not have any attachments since they could be easily whisked away. He lived a life in solitude from then on.
Nuka Cola is tasty! P.S:One ban for economy exploiting was buying 2 items and converting it into 1 to make a larger profit. I don't know about the other one because checking my bans I was banned from Noobstown and it said you have been banned
Hello CoolDownPills,
We have some issues with the Legion, let Bliss shoot 'em, but supply him with information first:
Your Power-gaming definition is a bit confusing. Can you clarify your definition please?
You have two bans, which are for being childish and griefing. Mind explaining? [ If Niloc gone over your reasons, let me know. ]
Thank you for looking this over,
But for now:
Right now, 1.3.1.
And I shall get to your app shortly.
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Hello Maxkenny,
Some Legionaries are chasing a lone Ranger! Take those Legionary scum down by doing the following:
You also have two bans, one for griefing and one for excessive swearing, and pleading to be banned. Care to explain?
Could you make your background story less of a revenge story?
Thank you for looking this over,
But for now:
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- Admin on Ashes of Our Fathers - Past Admin for Sins of Our Fathers - Past Moderator for The Elder Scrolls Akavir -
-Appearence. Gasmask? No equipment please =]
-RP Example. I need a few more actions here, show me you know how to engage in RP yourself.
-Background. The only problem here...is the Brotherhood combat. Your raider team took out 3 paladins? And then you were able to escape a Brotherhood sniping team? One does not simply "Run" from a Brotherhood sniping team. Edit this a bit, thank you.
All right, so fix that up, and re-apply. Until then, you are
- Admin on Ashes of Our Fathers - Past Admin for Sins of Our Fathers - Past Moderator for The Elder Scrolls Akavir -
Nor a First Recon sniping team .. . . >
"copy"
I need you to use your own definition. <3
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Age: 17
Time you can dedicate: 5-10 hours a day
Why us?: Was listening to a fallout playlist on spotify, and it got me in the mood for Fallout. So I started to
look for servers, and the lore and factions of this server caught my eye.
Define Role-Playing in your words: I would define roleplaying as taking the life of a character as your own. Acting out in ways he or she would as if they were a real person. This also means thinking like the character you created, and doing things he or she would do.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Meta-gaming would be using knowledge outside of character for use in character. An example would be if I was on the teamspeak server, and my friend told me he was being attacked in x town. If I were to go over there and help him, that would be meta gaming, because there was no way my character would know to go over there and help my friend.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Power-gaming would be playing the game to reach a predefined goal, instead of enjoying the experience on the way, such as maxing out your levels and doing nothing else. Also, power gaming could be having your character do things that aren't possible for him or her to do, such as surviving a .50 BMG to the skull.
IC:
Name: Amethyst
Nickname: (Optional) Am
Age: 28
Gender: Female
Appearance: http://www.planetmin...ils-with-story/) Am is a battered looking girl. Her skin is scratched and dusty, scavenging in the desert does that to you. Her eyes have dark bags, from sleepless nights fending for herself.
Personality: Am is tough, ruthless, and dangerous. Living with raiders all her life and leading them has made her a tough son-of-a-*****, and she means to keep that about her.
In-game RP example: Am walked the lonely road across the vast desert of the Mojave, heading towards Utah. She heard resources there would be plentiful. She stopped and dropped to her knee as she heard gunfire. She looked out onto the horizon and say what looked like a large, burly man in metal armor gunning down a pack of raiders. He shrugged off the round hitting his shoulders like they were pieces of paper being thrown at him. After dispatching the raiders, the man turned to Am and pointed his AKM at her. "Do you want to die too?" he asked in a deep, rough voice. It sounded to Am like he had been smoking all his life. "N-no! I'm just passing by to Utah is all." The man lowered his weapon, slinging it over his back. "Fine, I was heading that way anyways, think you'd like a partner in crime?" He flashed a toothy smile, and Am nodded at his question. Am fought with the man through thick and thin. One night they came across a band of Legionaries. They were outmatched by them, their attempt to hide from them failing. The man Am was with was gunned down, a 12 gauge slug lodging into his grey matter, Am took our her own Berreta 92FS and shot the first Legionary in the chest, knocking him down. She got up and ran, sprinting up the hill, ducking and weaving as bullets whizzed by her head. One flew into her arm, right below the elbow. She fell, and got back up, holding her wound as she continued to run. After spending nights running, the attackers gave up. She came upon a small town, and went to the bar, getting a drink. After an hour of resting, she went to the local doctor, and spent the night there, getting patched up and resting. Thanking the doctor for the help, she gave him a handful of caps and left.
Background: Am was born to her mother and father, both scavengers. They lived in a sewer to stay safe, so Am quickly got used to a life living in filth and grime. Her parents spent the night scavenging and the day listening to the radio and sleeping. They worker very hard for the daughter they loved. One night though, a raider scout spied Am's parents making a run to an abandoned schoolhouse. The raiders soon descended on their home, killing her parents swiftly. They took Am in, raising her as their own. Am soon became a ruthless raider just like the others, but secretly, inside, she was still a sweet little girl that her parents once knew.
Now she was 28 years old, and she was the gang leader of her ravenous raiders, the Red Wolves. One night, they were scouting their territory and found a squad of NCR soldiers. Thinking they could win the fight, Am and her group attacked. They fought for what seemed like an hour at a small gas station on a dusty road in the middle of nowhere. She took a few shots herself, one in the stomach and another in the hand. Her raiders one the fight but barely, only Am, and two other raiders surviving. Using the last of the supplies, they patched up Am. She decided to leave them, her band broken from the gas station gun fight. She headed to Utah after hearing of Salt Lake City, and decided to either find another group of raiders, or start her own again.
Nuka cola is very tasty!
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IGN: JMickeyD
Age: 14
Time you can dedicate: Many hours a week, especially during summer, once school starts, less maybe.
Why us?: Looks like a nice Fallout server, want to try it out and see how it is.
Define Role-Playing in your words: Role-Playing is basically getting a scenario, a character, and a setting, and acting out in real time, as the story progresses, for enjoyment.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Meta-gaming is using or distributing info that you did not obtain from RP, in RP. Ex. seeing in the forums that someone stole something in RP, and telling your friend in RP
Define Power-gaming in your words: Power-gaming is pretty much making your own character better than others in Rp, Extremely without their permission. Ex " *Shoots his gun once and kills the entire NCR*".
IC:
Name: Roman
Nickname: (Optional) N/A
Age: 19
Gender: male
Appearance: Red hair, tall, Dark Green eyes, Charming, Suave, Smooth-talking, Good strategist, sneaky, Loves company but needs to be alone at times
Personality: Roman is good hearted and caring, but also a fighter. If provoked, Roman will take actions that he will soon regret.
In-game RP example: (Include dialog)
Roman walks into the bar, for a quick meeting with a mysterious business partner. "Well, what do you want?" asks Roman. "I need you to take out someone for me" The voice sounded some what familiar. "I'm not about doing that anymore! Who are you and how do you know about my past". "You can't run from your past Roman! I'll find you again someday!" The man exits. Roman spots a fine looking woman in the distance. He approaches her. "Hey there. I can't help my self, but you look amazing, Can I get your name?". "Aww, thanks, the name's Natalie. And you?" "Roman. Can I buy you something to drink?" And their relationship bloomed on.
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs)
Roman was born in California, to an NCR Corporal and a Teacher. He has 2 older brothers, Leo and Mack. Roman grew up with other children of NCR parents. When Roman was only 5, his brother Mack ran off, possibly towards a new life in Arizona. Roman wasn't exactly the smartest kid, and he didn't exactly have the best aim, but Roman was sure to have plenty Charisma to influence just about anyone. In his teen years, Roman used this skill, realizing his charming effect can easily gain him female companions.Roman also liked fighting, not war style, but fist fights and wrestling, for fun or for caps. Roman always looked up to his brother, Leo. One day, Leo left home, and went on his own path, To Arizona to look for Mack, and eventually to the Chicago Area, to meet people and get caps. Roman had at that point lost the biggest influence in his life. Miraculously, Roman received letters and packages from Leo, telling him of his adventures with the NCR and BoS and everything. These notes inspired Roman.
Roman, taking after his brother's wondrous stories, decided to set out, when he turned 18, towards Arizona, in more search of his brother, Mack. Roman had an extremely hard time traveling. Along the way, Roman met a man named Wayne. Wayne took care of Roman, and helped him on his travels. Wayne became his "Second father". One night, around North-Eastern Nevada, Wayne and Roman camped out in a old abandoned Mobile home. At night, Roman woke up to the noise of footsteps. He looked outside to see nothing but darkness. The next morning, however, Wayne walked out side to cook up some breakfast on the campfire, but as soon as he stepped out of the door way, Roman heard a *click* and in a few seconds, the sky rained blood and flesh. Roman pulled out his signature dogtags and marked a third tally mark, For the 3rd person He'd lost in his life. Roman continued his adventure until he made it to Utah. He thought it over, and after a long year of traveling, he thought he might rest in Utah for a while.
Nuka Cola is very tasty!