hey i never got a reply on this after the edit so im just re-posting it here and his personality's are: giving, aggressive, flirtatious, nice, and somewhat quiet.
OOC IGN:Pureowner7724
Source(s):Forums
Why Us?:I love Fallout and have had a fairly expansive history in RP
RP Experience:Two Minecraft servers and multiple forum rp's IC Name:"The Silencer"
Age:???
Gender:Male
Appearance:A Caucasian male in tattered blue robes,a black cloth covering his mouth to shield his mouth and nose from the gusts of radiation to some extent,two gloves to shield his hands from any hazardous contact he may come into.
Personality:Straight to the point,blunt when it comes to sarcasm and jokes and doesn't take kindly to them.
Background:His background is a little cloudly,as no-one is certain when he was born or where he is from. They know that urban myths of him,stories they'd tell kids and it went a little like this.
"Beware! Beware! This is the tale of The Silence!
If you are bad,then you'll surely be silenced. Those who hide will definitively be silenced.
For those of you who her this tale...
Be nice and kind... or you will be silenced."
The personality and appearance sections are fine, but the backstory just doesn't cut it. I'm not going to let you RP as a myth, unless you PM a very, very good and well written backstory. And you'd need to fix the nursery rhyme. Preferably, make it actually rhyme.
I'm also having white-listng problems. Can you please fix it.If you used spaces, or caps , that might be the problem. So can you please fix that. Thanks.
so... earlier crafting mines said i was accepted and white listed... just tried to join and it said im not... in case you entered the wrong username it is: drjs2000
Notice:
The server will be down for the next few days. Guns NEED to be updated to prevent further problems, and we'll be making some much needed changes to factions and other things.
Notice:
The server will be down for the next few days. Guns NEED to be updated to prevent further problems, and we'll be making some much needed changes to factions and other things.
Awwwwwwwwww I JUST came back from BSA Summercamp XD
IGN: Naked_Cake Source(s): I found it by looking at Zeze's posts seeing what server he is on. WhyUs?: I read it and I am squealing at the lore. It looks amazing. RP Experience: Several other servers such as The Vault RP and Wild Wasteland
Name: Kane Age: 27 Gender: Male Appearance: He is wearing much of his old tribal outfit but made it less revealing. Addiding a shirt under it and such. He has a large amount of tattoos. Personality: Very respecting, but also very obsessed with power. He has alot of patience for stupidity.
Background: Kane lived in Utah, in a large bustling town known as the Red Valley Settlement, but most travelers, traders, and mormon missionaries called it RVT. It was run by an insane man known has Joel. He was awful. Causing wars and such. Apart from the leader the town was great, except most people avoided it after they have heard of Joel, causing a decline in trade. Some people visited, but it was usually people seeing if the town was real. A large clan known as the Gunderson Clan formed a rebellian to overthrow Joel. The rebellian has taken over half the town before Kane noticed a dip in fighters and rebels.. he would find his friends dead in the streets and the guards are being highly suspicious. Several murder attempts later Kane gathered his friends in his home (the body of a crashed airplane) and they all agreed to split up and leave in a different direction. Kane unwittingly wound up in the Mojave, and started another chapter of his life there. He would soon get involved with the massive amounts of politics and the growing tension there.
IGN: no_name_bob
Source(s): This AWESOME forum thread
Why Us?: I was looking for a unique server that didn't go crazy with permissions and has an RPG feel. I just scrolled along the servers list and one qord caught my eye, Spout, I am a very big fan of spout and a public server that used it seemed very fun, I hope very much my application gets accepted.
RP Experience: I've played a few RPG jail servers before and one fantasy RPG server, thts just in minecraft though, I do play Dungeons and Dragons as well as some other RPG games.
Name: James
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Appearance: Brown Hair, extremly large bright blue eyes, very tall, always wears a dark jacket and is not usualy seen with people.
Personality: Sad, intelligent Seclusive, Angry at the life he lives, hates killing but must more often then not,can handle himself in a fight, and knows lots of stuff about randpm things.
Background: James woke up in a dark room with no memory of who he is. All he can remember from his formal life is a fuzzy face that says onw word, freedom. As he looks around he see's he is in a jail cell in some sort of undergriund lair. Thats all he can see, he wishes that somehow it was broghter of he could see more, suddenly everything flashes and he can see perfectly, he is a mutant, days past and James gets more and more frustrated, he seems to have little need for food or hunger, one day, in a fit of anger, he punches a wall, when the dust cleared, the wall was no more, using his newfound super streagth he starts to dig away at the dirt behind the wall, after several more days he reaches the surface, in the middle of some sort of crowded place, he hears someone scream, "MUTANT" and people begin to open fire of him, he is hardly damgs at all but is forced to kill the people to escape, now he roams the land searching for who he was before the dungeon, he has very few people he can trust on account of him being a mutant, he will not stop unti he finds out who he is.
Kane heading towards god knows where. Sometimes he will see neon lights in the sky, but he ain't sure.. he set up camp on the roof and he tires while watching for raiders so drifts off into blissful sleep.
Notice:
The server will be down for the next few days. Guns NEED to be updated to prevent further problems, and we'll be making some much needed changes to factions and other things.
[u][b]OOC[/b][/u]
IGN: nnnooosssooo
Source(s): myself
Why Us?: Because.
RP Experience: Alot.
[u][b]IC[/b][/u]
Name: Syruse Pontiac.
Age: 24
Gender: Male.
Appearance: He's tall, Relatively skinny. He has small eyes long legs. When he looks at you rather then looking at you he stares at your eyes, as if trying to figure out what sort of person you are, are you a threat? Or maybe an aid? This all gives him a rather un-nerving build.
Personality: He has a very short temperament, He's smart however, smart enough to quickly climb the ranks of Caesars legion and gain the trust of several officers, He's constantly looking for oppurtunities he is willing to do whatever it takes tp accomplish his own goals. He personally is responsible for the death of hundreds. Soldiers, innocents, slaves, It's all the same to him.
Background: Syruse's father was a member of one of the first tribes Caesar conquered his father quickly rose to the rank of Centurian, after which taking several slaves as his wives. His father had several sons Syruse being the eldest, and i his eyes the most likely to succeed. At a young age Syruse was noted to have a much greater Cranial ability then most young Legionaires, this quickly attracted the attention of the man known as "Vulpes Inculta" Which lead to him being inducted into the Frumenatarii at the age of 18.
With the Frumentarii Syruse learnt alot, Eventually aiding in the usurpation of several large tribes. He is extremely Loyal to the legion, in his eyes, all others were filthy savages. He has accumulated some renown within the legion, he hopes now to aid in the conquest in New Vegas, and eventually, the entire New Californian Republic.
Not accepting nor denying right now. Going to consult with Broken before I do.
IGN: Naked_Cake Source(s): I found it by looking at Zeze's posts seeing what server he is on. WhyUs?: I read it and I am squealing at the lore. It looks amazing. RP Experience: Several other servers such as The Vault RP and Wild Wasteland
Name: Kane Age: 27 Gender: Male Appearance: He is wearing much of his old tribal outfit but made it less revealing. Addiding a shirt under it and such. He has a large amount of tattoos. Personality: Very respecting, but also very obsessed with power. He has alot of patience for stupidity.
Background: Kane lived in Utah, in a large bustling town known as the Red Valley Settlement, but most travelers, traders, and mormon missionaries called it RVT. It was run by an insane man known has Joel. He was awful. Causing wars and such. Apart from the leader the town was great, except most people avoided it after they have heard of Joel, causing a decline in trade. Some people visited, but it was usually people seeing if the town was real. A large clan known as the Gunderson Clan formed a rebellian to overthrow Joel. The rebellian has taken over half the town before Kane noticed a dip in fighters and rebels.. he would find his friends dead in the streets and the guards are being highly suspicious. Several murder attempts later Kane gathered his friends in his home (the body of a crashed airplane) and they all agreed to split up and leave in a different direction. Kane unwittingly wound up in the Mojave, and started another chapter of his life there. He would soon get involved with the massive amounts of politics and the growing tension there.
IGN: qwerty19951999. Source(s): Zeze's post. Why us?: I love Fallout. And Minecraft. RP Experience: Fallout: Wild Wasteland, WNC, And a small bit of Vault RP a while ago.
Name: Alex Mason. Age: 27. Gender: Male. Appearance: Average sized man, not much muscle. Pale face, leather armor. (Leather armor skin) Blue eyes. Personality: Witty and Intelligent. Doesnt speak unless he has to. Prefers putting up a fight rather then giving up, Kind. Back-round: Born in the Mojave, Alex never had it easy, fighting mutants by day, protecting his family by night. He had a ***** mother, who took care of him when he was younger, and his dad had just left him, never even trying to help. When he was older, his mother had 2 sisters, who were called Alexia (After Alex) and the other Trish. Soon after that she was kicked out of the casino for getting in a fight with one of the chairmen, she went to live in Freeside with her children.
Once she saw the plants, though, she left and moved to a shack near Hoover Dam. She was, by then, too old to take care of 3 children on her own, and so Alex helped her, looking for food by day, protecting the shack from Raiders by night. He only got 3 hours sleep every day, and so was tired most of the time. But after a 2 months of peace, his mother died of a heart attack, and Trish, not being able to handle nearly anything, jumped off of Hoover Dam. Alexia decided soon after that it was best to leave, only speaking vaguely of a place called The Capitol Wasteland. Alex tried to stop her, but knew he couldent change her life as much as he could change his. After, he destroyed the shack, hoping to leave his past behind him...
You know what my biggest pet peeve is when it comes to applications and back stories for the server? The Capital wasteland. How do they know about it? There is no contact with it. Especially the name, for the most part if someone was going to reference the east coast, they'd probably just say "Washington D.C." or "Pennsylvania" or any other state/city/territory/whatsithaveyou. Because as far as about 99% of the mojave and the west coast knows, the east coast doesn't exist anymore.
IGN: no_name_bob
Source(s): This AWESOME forum thread
Why Us?: I was looking for a unique server that didn't go crazy with permissions and has an RPG feel. I just scrolled along the servers list and one qord caught my eye, Spout, I am a very big fan of spout and a public server that used it seemed very fun, I hope very much my application gets accepted.
RP Experience: I've played a few RPG jail servers before and one fantasy RPG server, thts just in minecraft though, I do play Dungeons and Dragons as well as some other RPG games.
Name: James
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Appearance: Brown Hair, extremly large bright blue eyes, very tall, always wears a dark jacket and is not usualy seen with people.
Personality: Sad, intelligent Seclusive, Angry at the life he lives, hates killing but must more often then not,can handle himself in a fight, and knows lots of stuff about randpm things.
Background: James woke up in a dark room with no memory of who he is. All he can remember from his formal life is a fuzzy face that says onw word, freedom. As he looks around he see's he is in a jail cell in some sort of undergriund lair. Thats all he can see, he wishes that somehow it was broghter of he could see more, suddenly everything flashes and he can see perfectly, he is a mutant, days past and James gets more and more frustrated, he seems to have little need for food or hunger, one day, in a fit of anger, he punches a wall, when the dust cleared, the wall was no more, using his newfound super streagth he starts to dig away at the dirt behind the wall, after several more days he reaches the surface, in the middle of some sort of crowded place, he hears someone scream, "MUTANT" and people begin to open fire of him, he is hardly damgs at all but is forced to kill the people to escape, now he roams the land searching for who he was before the dungeon, he has very few people he can trust on account of him being a mutant, he will not stop unti he finds out who he is.
WAT? I'm sorry, how much fallout knowledge do you have? And do you have a spell check that you can use? It helps for formalities like this. You seem to be alluding to a super mutant, but I feel like it doesn't work that way. What caused his mutation, things like that, and not all mutants are evil in the mojave, they're moderately tolerated as well.
-snippy-
I'd like more from this. It has potential.
-snip-
Thank you. I will add some to the backstory. Newly added parts will be red. IGN: Naked_Cake Source(s): I found it by looking at Zeze's posts seeing what server he is on. WhyUs?: I read it and I am squealing at the lore. It looks amazing. RP Experience: Several other servers such as The Vault RP and Wild Wasteland
Name: Kane Age: 27 Gender: Male Appearance: He is wearing much of his old tribal outfit but made it less revealing. Addiding a shirt under it and such. He has a large amount of tattoos. Personality: Very respecting, but also very obsessed with power. He has alot of patience for stupidity.
Background: Kane lived in Utah, in a large bustling town known as the Red Valley Settlement, It was full of peaceful tribes, but most travelers, traders, and mormon missionaries called it RVT. The town was great, a lot of trade and everyone loved it. causing a raise in trade. Some people avoided visiting, but it was usually people who think its just sometall tale. A large tribe known as the Gecko Spots (That Kane is, or was in) had growing tensions with the new tribe called the Red-Tails. Feuds broke out between the two tribes and they all figured out that any established alliances to this conflict are over. They all were castoff of the Red Valley Settlement because they were causing too much harm. The tribes split up and left in a different direction before they could murder eachother. Kane unwittingly wound up in the Mojave, and started another chapter of his life there. He would soon get involved with the massive amounts of politics and the growing tension there.
I changed the story a bit. To make more sense to my character. I like this version better to be honest.
Thank you. I will add some to the backstory. Newly added parts will be red. IGN: Naked_Cake Source(s): I found it by looking at Zeze's posts seeing what server he is on. WhyUs?: I read it and I am squealing at the lore. It looks amazing. RP Experience: Several other servers such as The Vault RP and Wild Wasteland
Name: Kane Age: 27 Gender: Male Appearance: He is wearing much of his old tribal outfit but made it less revealing. Addiding a shirt under it and such. He has a large amount of tattoos. Personality: Very respecting, but also very obsessed with power. He has alot of patience for stupidity.
Background: -trriiiiibals-
I changed the story a bit. To make more sense to my character. I like this version better to be honest.
Hey, I hope I can see you on the server if I get accepted
Much better, makes a lot more sense now. Don't go getting overwhelmed in the big city now.
Accepted.
If it annoys you THAT much, heres a tiny edit...:
She vaguely spoke of exploring the Wastes, maybe starting a Caravan. He wished her luck and off she went.
My apologies. That was pretty much a culmination of hate for every single application that did this. Its been a very long few weeks for me, that decided to get me going. So that being said, I've re-read your application and I'm able to give you actual feedback. Again, I apologize for the mini rant before.
Okay so how long have they lived away from the hustle and horrible that is freeside? The Plants and the VRE are a relatively new situation, only occurring maybe a year or two ago. Possibly earlier even than that. And how old are his sisters opposed to him, and the event of his mother dying? Because by that point, she wouldn't really have to be taking care of them. That being said, sound's like your guy has a shitty life.
IGN:DragonOptic
Source(s):MF Forums
Why Us?:I lurv you guys and also Sky said like everything is reset... so new character time, who i will stay as XD
RP Experience:Sons of Sin, OWB, Fallout
Name: Nepherian Whisp
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Appearance: He is 6 ft. 5 in. with dark skin, pitch dark eyes, and thick black hair in dreadlocks, and gauges in his ears.
Personality: Highly perceptive, Keeps to himself, amazing marksman but prefers not to fight, also cannibalistic... just a tad.
Background: My name.. is Anna. I am a proud top squaw of the tribe Lonesome Tales. My mate is the leader of our people, name is “Overseer” because he keeps watch over us. We take refuge within a narrow ravine in the Zion Valley.
Most think us dead, which is most expected. Almost all our pack was slaughtered by a pack of Yao guai. Alas, let us continue with my story. As top squaw I had duty to collect a sacred root, that which we call Whisp. It is used to make a powerful narcotic, which gives one a feeling of bliss and increases the brains activity. A side affect is that when ones suffers withdrawl they often go insane and the brian begins to decay slowly, the host becoming aggressive. You can see how important my role is, no?
As I walk through the Garden I noticed what seemed to be an injured creature in the distance, and went to inspect the poor beast. A mere 10 steps away and I found it was not an animal, but man. He was deranged, and thrust himself at me on all fours. The began to strip me of my clothes as I lay helpless in the farmland. I tried to scream but only received a torn cloth in the mouth to gag me. It seemed as though this man had been taking from our Whisps, and began to suffer during the dry season when the crops didn't grow... his sanity was lost.
I need not say what he proceeded to do to me, but I will say this.. I was pregnant. Something was odd about this pregnancy though... I felt as if my womb was burning, like my child was doing something to me. Something almost supernatural. To keep at ease my husband ordered the other women of the village to keep me under the influence of the Whisp. I still felt the pain but did not as immensely.
After what seemed like years of this drugged state my son was born... but I would never be there to watch him grow. That burning sensation was him slowly eating away at my insides. Its as if it knew what is was doing... It only fed upon areas I could live without.
Giving birth to him I died a very painful death, even with the medications. My intestines followed behind his precious being. My husband fainted at the sight, his son covered in the blood of his now dead beloved. His name would be Nepherian Whisp, after the plant that allowed him to be bared upon the world.
It was obvious my son was different from the other boys, even at early ages. While most other children had been taught the language of our people and the local herbs, he was perfecting our irrigation and crafting tools. By 8 he surpassed the aim of some the lead hunters. It seemed he would be the next great leader of the Lonesome Tales, until the accident...
Apparently the transferred cells from the rapist tainted by the drug and the long months I was taking it heavily had... unintended affects on our growing boy. His brain was working at nearly full ability, but not just that he could do very... mystical actions. He would involuntarily move objects, knew what people where to speak before they even entered the room, and on some occasions saw into the future.
As people noticed this more and more he was slowly shunned by others, not seen as a God given gift, but as a burden from the depths of hell. This made my son enraged, hormones of his late teen years giving no help to the situation. As Overseer talked to him Nepherian just grew angrier by the words. And.. and... Overseer fell dead. Nepherian had shouted and soon after his father fell dead. Blood flowed from his ears, and upon further look it seemed his brain had been turned to nothingness.
The tribes people became frenzied and chased young Nepherian out of their land, nearly killing him if he didn't will the spears away from him. He ran far and fast, south of all known landmarks in the Zion. Down a small and dangerous looking mineshaft he went, until he saw the light of day. Emerging in a foreign environment he immediately sought shelter. He found himself searching a large town with flashing lights for anyone to help. Only one looked to him not with pity but acceptance. His name was “Moses” and he was thought to be prophet of God, and son of a tribal leader by the names of Caeser. A worthy mentor and soon father to my son. Moses taught him the ways of peace and prosperity to others, not just his own. He was not afraid of Nepherians curious powers, nor the stories of is past. He watched over my son many years, until Nepherian decided to travel back to the Zion in hopes of mending the wounds long festering between him and his tribe.
He went back to the old ravine he use to call home and found nothing... Whisp stayed in the Zion for years to come, helping others as he came and went. And by the date of his 29th year he came back to the Mojave. Moses let him enter with open arms and was glad to see his pupil return. By now my son had honed in on his gift, and could do great things for the tribe Moses led. I now watch for the rest of his story to lead on. Maybe... just maybe, he will redeem himself in the eyes of his fallen father.
You were accepted and whitelisted.
The personality and appearance sections are fine, but the backstory just doesn't cut it. I'm not going to let you RP as a myth, unless you PM a very, very good and well written backstory. And you'd need to fix the nursery rhyme. Preferably, make it actually rhyme.
Looking into it, you should be whitelisted today.
Alright, I like this. Accepted.
The server will be down for the next few days. Guns NEED to be updated to prevent further problems, and we'll be making some much needed changes to factions and other things.
Awwwwwwwwww
Source(s): I found it by looking at Zeze's posts seeing what server he is on.
WhyUs?: I read it and I am squealing at the lore. It looks amazing.
RP Experience: Several other servers such as The Vault RP and Wild Wasteland
Name: Kane
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Appearance: He is wearing much of his old tribal outfit but made it less revealing. Addiding a shirt under it and such. He has a large amount of tattoos.
Personality: Very respecting, but also very obsessed with power. He has alot of patience for stupidity.
Background: Kane lived in Utah, in a large bustling town known as the Red Valley Settlement, but most travelers, traders, and mormon missionaries called it RVT. It was run by an insane man known has Joel. He was awful. Causing wars and such. Apart from the leader the town was great, except most people avoided it after they have heard of Joel, causing a decline in trade. Some people visited, but it was usually people seeing if the town was real.
A large clan known as the Gunderson Clan formed a rebellian to overthrow Joel. The rebellian has taken over half the town before Kane noticed a dip in fighters and rebels.. he would find his friends dead in the streets and the guards are being highly suspicious. Several murder attempts later Kane gathered his friends in his home (the body of a crashed airplane) and they all agreed to split up and leave in a different direction. Kane unwittingly wound up in the Mojave, and started another chapter of his life there. He would soon get involved with the massive amounts of politics and the growing tension there.
Qwerty
Source(s): This AWESOME forum thread
Why Us?: I was looking for a unique server that didn't go crazy with permissions and has an RPG feel. I just scrolled along the servers list and one qord caught my eye, Spout, I am a very big fan of spout and a public server that used it seemed very fun, I hope very much my application gets accepted.
RP Experience: I've played a few RPG jail servers before and one fantasy RPG server, thts just in minecraft though, I do play Dungeons and Dragons as well as some other RPG games.
Name: James
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Appearance: Brown Hair, extremly large bright blue eyes, very tall, always wears a dark jacket and is not usualy seen with people.
Personality: Sad, intelligent Seclusive, Angry at the life he lives, hates killing but must more often then not,can handle himself in a fight, and knows lots of stuff about randpm things.
Background: James woke up in a dark room with no memory of who he is. All he can remember from his formal life is a fuzzy face that says onw word, freedom. As he looks around he see's he is in a jail cell in some sort of undergriund lair. Thats all he can see, he wishes that somehow it was broghter of he could see more, suddenly everything flashes and he can see perfectly, he is a mutant, days past and James gets more and more frustrated, he seems to have little need for food or hunger, one day, in a fit of anger, he punches a wall, when the dust cleared, the wall was no more, using his newfound super streagth he starts to dig away at the dirt behind the wall, after several more days he reaches the surface, in the middle of some sort of crowded place, he hears someone scream, "MUTANT" and people begin to open fire of him, he is hardly damgs at all but is forced to kill the people to escape, now he roams the land searching for who he was before the dungeon, he has very few people he can trust on account of him being a mutant, he will not stop unti he finds out who he is.
Kane heading towards god knows where. Sometimes he will see neon lights in the sky, but he ain't sure.. he set up camp on the roof and he tires while watching for raiders so drifts off into blissful sleep.
This is why.
I'd like more from this. It has potential.
You know what my biggest pet peeve is when it comes to applications and back stories for the server? The Capital wasteland. How do they know about it? There is no contact with it. Especially the name, for the most part if someone was going to reference the east coast, they'd probably just say "Washington D.C." or "Pennsylvania" or any other state/city/territory/whatsithaveyou. Because as far as about 99% of the mojave and the west coast knows, the east coast doesn't exist anymore.
WAT? I'm sorry, how much fallout knowledge do you have? And do you have a spell check that you can use? It helps for formalities like this. You seem to be alluding to a super mutant, but I feel like it doesn't work that way. What caused his mutation, things like that, and not all mutants are evil in the mojave, they're moderately tolerated as well.
Thank you. I will add some to the backstory. Newly added parts will be red.
IGN: Naked_Cake
Source(s): I found it by looking at Zeze's posts seeing what server he is on.
WhyUs?: I read it and I am squealing at the lore. It looks amazing.
RP Experience: Several other servers such as The Vault RP and Wild Wasteland
Name: Kane
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Appearance: He is wearing much of his old tribal outfit but made it less revealing. Addiding a shirt under it and such. He has a large amount of tattoos.
Personality: Very respecting, but also very obsessed with power. He has alot of patience for stupidity.
Background: Kane lived in Utah, in a large bustling town known as the Red Valley Settlement, It was full of peaceful tribes, but most travelers, traders, and mormon missionaries called it RVT. The town was great, a lot of trade and everyone loved it. causing a raise in trade. Some people avoided visiting, but it was usually people who think its just some tall tale.
A large tribe known as the Gecko Spots (That Kane is, or was in) had growing tensions with the new tribe called the Red-Tails. Feuds broke out between the two tribes and they all figured out that any established alliances to this conflict are over. They all were castoff of the Red Valley Settlement because they were causing too much harm. The tribes split up and left in a different direction before they could murder eachother. Kane unwittingly wound up in the Mojave, and started another chapter of his life there. He would soon get involved with the massive amounts of politics and the growing tension there.
I changed the story a bit. To make more sense to my character. I like this version better to be honest.
Hey, I hope I can see you on the server if I get accepted
Much better, makes a lot more sense now. Don't go getting overwhelmed in the big city now.
Accepted.
My apologies. That was pretty much a culmination of hate for every single application that did this. Its been a very long few weeks for me, that decided to get me going. So that being said, I've re-read your application and I'm able to give you actual feedback. Again, I apologize for the mini rant before.
Okay so how long have they lived away from the hustle and horrible that is freeside? The Plants and the VRE are a relatively new situation, only occurring maybe a year or two ago. Possibly earlier even than that. And how old are his sisters opposed to him, and the event of his mother dying? Because by that point, she wouldn't really have to be taking care of them. That being said, sound's like your guy has a shitty life.
IGN:DragonOptic
Source(s):MF Forums
Why Us?:I lurv you guys
RP Experience:Sons of Sin, OWB, Fallout
Name: Nepherian Whisp
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Appearance: He is 6 ft. 5 in. with dark skin, pitch dark eyes, and thick black hair in dreadlocks, and gauges in his ears.
Personality: Highly perceptive, Keeps to himself, amazing marksman but prefers not to fight, also cannibalistic... just a tad.
Background: My name.. is Anna. I am a proud top squaw of the tribe Lonesome Tales. My mate is the leader of our people, name is “Overseer” because he keeps watch over us. We take refuge within a narrow ravine in the Zion Valley.
Most think us dead, which is most expected. Almost all our pack was slaughtered by a pack of Yao guai. Alas, let us continue with my story. As top squaw I had duty to collect a sacred root, that which we call Whisp. It is used to make a powerful narcotic, which gives one a feeling of bliss and increases the brains activity. A side affect is that when ones suffers withdrawl they often go insane and the brian begins to decay slowly, the host becoming aggressive. You can see how important my role is, no?
As I walk through the Garden I noticed what seemed to be an injured creature in the distance, and went to inspect the poor beast. A mere 10 steps away and I found it was not an animal, but man. He was deranged, and thrust himself at me on all fours. The began to strip me of my clothes as I lay helpless in the farmland. I tried to scream but only received a torn cloth in the mouth to gag me. It seemed as though this man had been taking from our Whisps, and began to suffer during the dry season when the crops didn't grow... his sanity was lost.
I need not say what he proceeded to do to me, but I will say this.. I was pregnant. Something was odd about this pregnancy though... I felt as if my womb was burning, like my child was doing something to me. Something almost supernatural. To keep at ease my husband ordered the other women of the village to keep me under the influence of the Whisp. I still felt the pain but did not as immensely.
After what seemed like years of this drugged state my son was born... but I would never be there to watch him grow. That burning sensation was him slowly eating away at my insides. Its as if it knew what is was doing... It only fed upon areas I could live without.
Giving birth to him I died a very painful death, even with the medications. My intestines followed behind his precious being. My husband fainted at the sight, his son covered in the blood of his now dead beloved. His name would be Nepherian Whisp, after the plant that allowed him to be bared upon the world.
It was obvious my son was different from the other boys, even at early ages. While most other children had been taught the language of our people and the local herbs, he was perfecting our irrigation and crafting tools. By 8 he surpassed the aim of some the lead hunters. It seemed he would be the next great leader of the Lonesome Tales, until the accident...
Apparently the transferred cells from the rapist tainted by the drug and the long months I was taking it heavily had... unintended affects on our growing boy. His brain was working at nearly full ability, but not just that he could do very... mystical actions. He would involuntarily move objects, knew what people where to speak before they even entered the room, and on some occasions saw into the future.
As people noticed this more and more he was slowly shunned by others, not seen as a God given gift, but as a burden from the depths of hell. This made my son enraged, hormones of his late teen years giving no help to the situation. As Overseer talked to him Nepherian just grew angrier by the words. And.. and... Overseer fell dead. Nepherian had shouted and soon after his father fell dead. Blood flowed from his ears, and upon further look it seemed his brain had been turned to nothingness.
The tribes people became frenzied and chased young Nepherian out of their land, nearly killing him if he didn't will the spears away from him. He ran far and fast, south of all known landmarks in the Zion. Down a small and dangerous looking mineshaft he went, until he saw the light of day. Emerging in a foreign environment he immediately sought shelter. He found himself searching a large town with flashing lights for anyone to help. Only one looked to him not with pity but acceptance. His name was “Moses” and he was thought to be prophet of God, and son of a tribal leader by the names of Caeser. A worthy mentor and soon father to my son. Moses taught him the ways of peace and prosperity to others, not just his own. He was not afraid of Nepherians curious powers, nor the stories of is past. He watched over my son many years, until Nepherian decided to travel back to the Zion in hopes of mending the wounds long festering between him and his tribe.
He went back to the old ravine he use to call home and found nothing... Whisp stayed in the Zion for years to come, helping others as he came and went. And by the date of his 29th year he came back to the Mojave. Moses let him enter with open arms and was glad to see his pupil return. By now my son had honed in on his gift, and could do great things for the tribe Moses led. I now watch for the rest of his story to lead on. Maybe... just maybe, he will redeem himself in the eyes of his fallen father.