The Meaning of Life, the Universe, and Everything.
Join Date:
12/3/2011
Posts:
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Member Details
OOC
IGN: Mr_ESkaru
Age: eighteen
Role-Play Exp.: quite a bit, been playing forum rps for about three years. Played tons of PC RP's like might and magic, stuff like that.
Why Us: I always dug fallout
Time You Can Dedicate: 1-3 hours on weekdays, 3+ on weekends.
IC
Name: Stearc Eskaru
Gender: Male
Age: twenty
Appearance: Stearc is a rather strange looking individual, He's pale as like his hair, being shale white. He has green Eyes, as well as a green tattoo covering one side of his face, moving down his chest, to his arm. He usually moves about with a pistol at all time, it's like a trademark. He wears brown clothing, mostly made of tanned hide, from the local Brahmin. He is a very stoic individual, with a normal build for his ethnicity, being of Nordic bearing. He could trace his lineage back to Bluetooth himself. If the records were still there, that is. He has the same Nordic Resilience, as well as the unmistakable rage, and perseverance accompanying someone like himself.
Fears: Being drowned.
Personality:
General- Mr. E is a rather eccentric individual; he had to be to put up with the injustices committed in both Russian and German POW camps. Mr. E on a few occasions had to kill his 'Comrades' when being tested to see if he were an agent from the US. Mr. E had mastered several different languages German, Russian, France, English, Spanish, Italian, and the Native's Code Speak making him Poly-lingual. He could switch through his accents, making him blend seamlessly into Hitler's Entourage after the Russian schism. Mr. E after his prolonged stay in Germany began to become De-humanized. After the fall of the Reichstag Mr. E would have then been transferred to Nagasaki, Japan, where his dehumanization would inevitably get him killed, but that's for later.
Dutifulness- as Stearc was raised in a patriotic home and was told, that America was always right. Even fed American propaganda all throughout his life, he grew to be hypnotized by the holiness of the American life. The American dream was still so amazingly alive. Life had never been better. When America called for Stearc, a first generation American-swede his father practically drilled the idea of joining the armed forces, so on his 18th birthday, He joined the military, this was the 14th of June 2280. The day previously, President Roosevelt had just signed into effect the Central Intelligence Agency to take over where the OSS had failed. He was one of the first officers in the Counter intelligence joint operation of the CIA. The CIA needed willing bodies, and the military was happy to oblige the some of the recruits. Everything that was asked of Mr. E, he would do. This was the military prowess of America asking him. So of course he did anything with no further questions.
Slight Mental instability- Psych evaluations were fairly new to the military at this point in time. They didn't think someone could go section 18 AWOL, but in the Fledgling CIA, bureaucracy demanded it. Stearc was given his Psych evaluation, and was deemed a Narcissist with underlying issues of rage. This little piece of information, whether it be psychosomatic or not would inevitably play a key in the Nagasaki incident. The narcissism would be a key pivot point in Stearc's life. Without it, he would have stayed infatuated with people, which is never a good thing. People are fickle and vain, and as Voltaire had seen, people are naturally sinful, and ignorant. It was through these teachings that the Narcissism culminated to such a stage as it did.
Overall Levelheadedness- Even in killing his comrades, Mr. E can still see the bigger picture, he was never one, to over extend himself for anyone. In Germany he was going to be severely tested. The need of the many always outweighs the needs of the few or the one. It may seem clichéd, but to win the game of chess, sometimes you got to give up a few pawns.
Views on people- Aside from Voltaire's influence in MR. E's opinion people are all an ignorant mass, and need a strong leader to guide them on the path of the leader's choice. even if it isn't for the best. A leader always knows best, whoever it is. This also ties into dutifulness he will follow a leader until he dies, it's just the way he is. It would be his undoing, all of these quirks would be his undoing, the unquestioning loyalty being the worst of his traits. He would be betrayed for what he knew. sometimes knowledge is to much for one man to bare.
Extras
Likes:
Despotism
has an infatuation with almost any kind of music.
Dislikes:
The 'Holiness' of America
Indecisiveness
the Atomic Bomb
Occupation:Used to be an Electro Mechanical Engineer in the Enclave.
Nickname (Optional): Mr. E, the Failed God.
RP Example (Add Dialogue): Walking through the dilapidated forests, always made an eerie scene in Mr. E's mind. He peered around, occasionally glancing at the Enclave Geiger counter, he had been fortunate enough to have taken before the dissolving of the final Enclave members. At that time, a man almost materialized from the surrounding copse of trees. "Hand over that Geiger, Boy" he yelled out. Mr. E was taken aback, no one had ever yelled at him, when he was an Enclave Lieutenant, 'that was then, this is now' he thought to himself. He peered around, and saw another man, with a rifle taking aim at him. He smiled, a little bit. "You know he paid me to walk out here today." the man took a step back, and looked over his left shoulder, as if Stearc had slapped him across the face. "He... He wouldn't do anything like that, we grew up together." The man stammered. I took a few steps forward, placing myself out of the rifleman's sights. He had stepped in front of the closer man's point of view. "Oh, you don't think so, this is the wasteland. Nest'ce pas?" Mr. E asked in lilting French. The man, was once more taken a back, he actually turned, to look at his friend the rifle man, who had taken up another post, a few meters to the left, and was now putting his bead, on what Mr. E could only assume was his face. "and now... He's waiting to take the shot, as soon as I..." Mr. E said placing his arm inside his jacket on his magnum "this!" he barked, and grabbed the pre-loaded revolver from his jacket, and dropped to one knee, and took two well-aimed shots at the rifleman, both finding their target, it being the rifleman's head. He stepped forward, and drew the man up to his feet who had sat down in disbelief, after seeing his friend die. The man was stuttering, and was shaken. Mr. E looked on in sheer delight, as he placed the barrel to his head and pulled the trigger. He saw the hammer float back, and strike the charge in the round. The accompanying reaction was the man's head was blown out the back of his skull. Mr. E was of course a Maniacal individual. His name in the Enclave being the Failed God
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Mr. E was born in the Mojave wasteland. And was instantly at odds with the area, but felt that he was going to always end up back here. His mother died during childbirth. It was a horrible instance for his father; he was a tenant farmer for one of the bigger brahmin barons. The Father’s boss however looked on in pity. He would give Mr. E’s father bonuses, and would occasionally stop by with food, he also being a widower, knew the pain of losing a loved one. The baron, took Stearc to his house on occasions, and there began his schooling career. The man, had a vast repertoire of tomes of pre-war America, and would allow Stearc, after being taught to pore over these books, with so many lost ideas occupying their mussed pages. It was truly melancholic, to be able to see how progressive these individuals were, only to be thrown back in the throes of war, and indifference. How ignorant we truly are. Time passed, as it had always done, and will always do.
Mr. E had become a strapping lad, and the baron became his godfather. His dad had died a roving marauder burned down the shack, and killed his father, but it all happens for a reason. History’s Harmonization you could say. Mr. E left and traveled around the thirteen commonwealths of America, each one shittier than the last. Every night he could hear the Mojave calling him back, her sweet voice always saying his name, in a breathy voice. Like lot’s wife, would Mr. E turn to salt if he looked back? He got a job in the enclave designing weapons; he was nineteen, and the most promising officer candidate, in the shrinking force of despotism. He saw the horrors that the people had seen, and soon became a horrible yet intelligent man, A true leader, and enlightened despot
IGN:terrydafariy
Age:18
Role-Play Exp.:Runescape, skyrim, world of warcraft, fallout all series
Why Us:looks amazing on the forum been wait for a epic server. my friends are joining i would like to play with them. you guys look like you have spent lots of time in this and i want to play with your genius:P
Time You Can Dedicate:1-3 daily (weekdays) 2-4 (weekends)
IC
Name:terry oneal
Gender:male
Age:18
Appearance: Terrydafariy was norm to the casual look of cargo shorts and ragged cloth shirt. He is accustom to the wear of accessories consisting of sunglasses, knifes, concealed guns, and a sawed off. He was a happy go lucky man with a smile always on his face.
Fears: Terrydafariy never really showed it but he had agoraphobia and acute case of paranoia. He wasn't really scared of anything else other than those that people could notice.
Personality: Terrydafariy is a peaceful guys with a low temper. he always tries to talk his way out of stuff. He loves to be alone and have relaxation.
Occupation: Terrydafariy was a quick thinker and loves to tinker. He went through college for 2 masters: mathematics, and engineering
Skills: Resourceful, strong willed, patience, mechanically brilliant, and book nerd.
Nickname (Optional): Tanis
RP Example (Add Dialogue): As Terrydafariy re-enters the town he is interrupted by a shaded character known as Mr_eskaru. Terrydafariy had stumbled upon him raping and beating a woman. Terrydafariy in a fury runs over to stop the shaded character dressed in total black.
Terrydafariy: hey get off her.
Mr-eskaru: (pulls out weapon) Stop there or i kill you both.
Terrydafariy: (smiles) I have lived through the Apocalypse the same as you, do you really think a gun scares a big guy like me.
Mr_eskaru: No. (shifts gun to woman) but it does her....
Terrydafariy: I beat you think your a big guy with that gun huh?
Mr_eskaru: Yes i fill pretty good with it. (asks woman) do you think im big honey?
Woman: No I think you a horrible and disgusting human.
Mr_eskaru: Well you aren't to clean yourself doll.
Terrydafariy: Ok that's enough get off her and lets talk man to man without weapons. (smirks) OR are you to scared to be a true man......
Mr_eskaru: (frowns and gets up) sure I will talk..... (cocks gun and shoots woman) now I feel like a man (puts away gun)
Terrydafariy: Why did you do that you piece of trash.......? She was Innocent.
Mr_eskaru: She was being rude and inconsiderate of my feelings.
Terrydafariy: You was raping her how do you think she feels? your just pathetic.
Mr_eskaru: I see what kind of person you are your a softy and you will die sooner or later so I will leave you to your pathetic little life. (disappears in the dark).................
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): All in one instance it’s like Terrydafariy came to life. He was working on an experiment he had blueprinted years ago when the machine went crazed and started to malfunction. As he tried to control the machine it exploded and launched him in the air and through a window and slammed a rock with his head. After 20 years being in a life support system he woke up and didn't realize the advanced technology he was stuck to. The power seemed to be out and he had no knowledge of the area he was in. He walked out the door and waited for the blinding sun to fix with his eyes. As the landscape came in focus he started to notice the land with riddled with war. The end had done been over with and new life had to start.....
Can you guys please help me I did the online fourms on your website I put them up almost 3 days ago. I realy whant to try out your server this one looks the best out of all the other ones Ive played on. My account on your website is falloutslayer. Please help!
Very Good everything was ship-shape but then you lost it on the backstory. If you revise that backstory I'll gladly accept you
OOC
IGN:Mac023
Age: 14
Role-Play Exp.: A Roleplay website and a previous Role-play server
Why Us: Because me and my friend have been looking for a good Fallout server, and this one looks very good
Time You Can Dedicate:1-2 Hours on Weekdays and 3-4 on Weekends
IC
Name: John O'Reilly
Gender:Male
Age: 21
Appearance: 5'11, tanned skin, brown hair, hairstyle is High and Tight, Blue eyes, slightly upturned nose, recessed chin, Athletic build, thin mouth
Fears: Deathclaws, Being enslaved
Personality: Calm usually but prone to rage when provoked, trys to stay low-key
Occupation: Survivalist
Skills: Building, Fighting
Nickname (Optional): Irish
RP Example (Add Dialogue): Irish strode into his cabin of scrap, showing signs of it's makeshift construction as plates were beginning to fall from the walls. He thought to himself "I should've welded them together instead of trusting that pre-war construction glue. How could I think glue would still be in top shape after sitting in a bottle for 200 years? Well, I suppose it's held up pretty well, all things considered. Irish casually set his duffle-bag, stuffed with the product of his latest scavenging session, mainly scrap metal and electronics. However he had found a varmint rifle with 3 filled magazines. He opened the door to his cabin again and stepped out, closing it behind him. He found a patrol of NCR soldiers walking on the highway. He jogged up to them and asked their sergeant "So, the NCR is finally patrolling here, are they?" The sergeant stopped and replied "Yes civilian, but we need to keep moving so good-bye." The sergeant then just resumed walking, with his men following. Irish shrugged and strolled back to his little cabin, he opened the door, entered, then shut it. He layed on his bed, settled in, and fell asleep.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): John grew up the son of an NCR Captain and a civilian farmer. When he was still young, his father and mother began to teach him about shooting, so that he could help patrol the farm for mutant rats. Eventually though, John's dad got wounded in action, namely in the First Battle of Hoover Dam, as he had been an NCR Ranger, and so had to come home. At about this time, the farm began to lose fertility thanks, in no small part, to a competing farmer haveing an "accident" with a bag of pre-war plant killing chemicals while he was visiting their property. After this, John's parents fought hard to save their farm, but it couldn't be done. The other farmer further "encouraged" them to leave when some of his men started taking shots at John's family everytime they went to work the farm. John's parents ultimately had to move to Shady Sands, however John couldn't be admitted, which was another act of harrassment by the farmer. John decided to take his revenge so he told his parents to stay in the city. John, using his personal hunting rifle, set up on a ridge overlooking the other man's farm. One day, when he went to work the field, John decided the time was right. He had aimed down his scope, sighted up on the man, and pulled the trigger. Sadly, John's marksmanship wasn't sufficient, and the man survived but took a nasty wound to the side. John, not wanting to stick around waiting for the farmer's retribution, fled to the Mojave Wasteland and set up shop, and still resides there waiting for the farmer to die of natural causes.
IGN: Bobvdot12
Age: 14
Role-Play Exp.: All the Fallouts, Most of the Elder scrolls and dead rising( i take it seriously as practice)
Why Us: I have been searching for ages for a good fallout based RP server and when i saw a vidoe on youtube about the server i was so hopeful that maybe i could gain approval into the server
Time You Can Dedicate: Exams are coming up the week this app was posted so 4-5 hours a day normally
IC
Name: Jacob Valdez
Gender: Male
Age: 26
Appearance: He has a Scar Running across his face but besides that he doesnt really show people his face. He tends to wear either a leather jacket and a bandana or a suit of Pre-War Riot Armor to hide his face
Fears: being alone for extened periods of time and deathclaws
Personality: Pessimistic
Occupation: N/A
Skills: Valdez can shoot and is good at a crafting table but he is not so good at gathering resources
Nickname (Optional): Scarface
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
Valdez slowly and casually walked into a camp
2 Raiders ran up to him
Raider 1: well, well, well, looks like we got ourselves a dead man walkin
The Raider spat on Valdez's Armor
Valdez: Don't you two have anything better to do?
Raider 2: Nahhhhh, why don't we just "Find" some of you stuff in a ditch a couple miles away from here
Raider 1: Yea! Now your talkin Marv!
Valdez: Leave me alone pricks
Raider 2 lunges at valdez with a knife
Valdez sees the attack coming and whips his .44 Magnum custom revolver out and shoots the raider in the neck
Raider 1: You gonna pay for killin Marv!
Raider 1 Proceeds to take out a .45 ACP SMG and opened fire valdez
Valdez: Ah ****! as he takes a shot in the shoulder
he runs behind cover and takes aim at the raider.
The raider fires another burst and hits valdez's gun out of his hand.
Raider 1: How ya gonna kill me without a gun?
Valdez: With my hands smartass!
Valdez jumps out of his cover and lunges at the raider, knocking him down, Valdez proceeds to choke the raider to death.
The raider throws Valdez off with an adrenaline rush and knocked valdez's helmet off.
Valdez jumps on the raider again and begins to beat the raider's skull in.
After a few seconds the raider's troubled struggling stopped
Valdez: Finally. I thought this would never end
He examined his Revolver which was broken beyond repair
Valdez: Damn that was a gift too
He picked up his things, put his helmet on and left.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Valdez was born in a small town outside of Baja, California where he lived with his parents for 18 years of his life. When he turned 17 a Deathclaw wandered into town. No one else wanted to kill it or shoo it away so Valdez, Being so careless ran outside and charged at the beast. His parents had never educated him on these horribles creatures so he didnt know what he was getting into. He hit the Deathclaw once with a Butchers knife before the deathclaw swiped at him, hitting valdez in the face giving him a scar. The sherrif ran up to valdez and dragged him to the doctor's office/ house where he spent the rest of the week in bed with bandages around his face. The doctor said Valdez had developed a phobia of deathclaws . After he recovered his parents never let him forget what happened that day so he decided to hide his scar and when he turned 18 he mustered up enough courage to levae his town and head for the city. when he got there he was mugged. he lost everything. he tried to find work but eventually he found work as an apprentice to a weapon smith where he was taught how to operate firearms and to make his own.
After a 3 years his boss gave him a specially crafted .44 magnum revolver with the initials J.V. engraved into the grip and a perfectly sighted and permanently mounted scope on it. a year later he went to visit his parents. a week after he got there the same deathclaw that gave him the scar when he was 17 was back in town. this time Valdez was ready to get payback. He climbed onto the roof of his parents house and took aim at the deathclaw. 4 shots later the deathclaw fell over and remained still. everyone in town came out of hiding to congradulate Valdez for killing the deathclaw. he left town a few weeks later and heard of new vegas where people could strike rich. he saved up some gambling money and headed to Vegas. 2 years into his journey he stumbled upon a set of Pre-War Riot Armor that he never took off after finding it . After 5 years of walking and fighting later he arrived at the Mojave Outpost ready to go big or go home. While resting at the Mojave outpost he had heard talk of the Leigon and the Bos in the Mojave. He knew what he had to do because War, War never changes.
IGN: Bobvdot12
Age: 14
Role-Play Exp.: All the Fallouts, Most of the Elder scrolls and dead rising( i take it seriously as practice)
Why Us: I have been searching for ages for a good fallout based RP server and when i saw a vidoe on youtube about the server i was so hopeful that maybe i could gain approval into the server
Time You Can Dedicate: Exams are coming up the week this app was posted so 4-5 hours a day normally
IC
Name: Jacob Valdez
Gender: Male
Age: 26
Appearance: He has a Scar Running across his face but besides that he doesnt really show people his face. He tends to wear either a leather jacket and a bandana or a suit of Pre-War Riot Armor to hide his face
Fears: being alone for extened periods of time and deathclaws
Personality: Pessimistic
Occupation: N/A
Skills: Valdez can shoot and is good at a crafting table but he is not so good at gathering resources
Nickname (Optional): Scarface
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
Valdez slowly and casually walked into a camp
2 Raiders ran up to him
Raider 1: well, well, well, looks like we got ourselves a dead man walkin
The Raider spat on Valdez's Armor
Valdez: Don't you two have anything better to do?
Raider 2: Nahhhhh, why don't we just "Find" some of you stuff in a ditch a couple miles away from here
Raider 1: Yea! Now your talkin Marv!
Valdez: Leave me alone pricks
Raider 2 lunges at valdez with a knife
Valdez sees the attack coming and whips his .44 Magnum custom revolver out and shoots the raider in the neck
Raider 1: You gonna pay for killin Marv!
Raider 1 Proceeds to take out a .45 ACP SMG and opened fire valdez
Valdez: Ah ****! as he takes a shot in the shoulder
he runs behind cover and takes aim at the raider.
The raider fires another burst and hits valdez's gun out of his hand.
Raider 1: How ya gonna kill me without a gun?
Valdez: With my hands smartass!
Valdez jumps out of his cover and lunges at the raider, knocking him down, Valdez proceeds to choke the raider to death.
The raider throws Valdez off with an adrenaline rush and knocked valdez's helmet off.
Valdez jumps on the raider again and begins to beat the raider's skull in.
After a few seconds the raider's troubled struggling stopped
Valdez: Finally. I thought this would never end
He examined his Revolver which was broken beyond repair
Valdez: Damn that was a gift too
He picked up his things, put his helmet on and left.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Valdez was born in a small town outside of Baja, California where he lived with his parents for 18 years of his life. When he turned 17 a Deathclaw wandered into town. No one else wanted to kill it or shoo it away so Valdez, Being so careless ran outside and charged at the beast. His parents had never educated him on these horribles creatures so he didnt know what he was getting into. He hit the Deathclaw once with a Butchers knife before the deathclaw swiped at him, hitting valdez in the face giving him a scar. The sherrif ran up to valdez and dragged him to the doctor's office/ house where he spent the rest of the week in bed with bandages around his face. The doctor said Valdez had developed a phobia of deathclaws . After he recovered his parents never let him forget what happened that day so he decided to hide his scar and when he turned 18 he mustered up enough courage to levae his town and head for the city. when he got there he was mugged. he lost everything. he tried to find work but eventually he found work as an apprentice to a weapon smith where he was taught how to operate firearms and to make his own.
After a 3 years his boss gave him a specially crafted .44 magnum revolver with the initials J.V. engraved into the grip and a perfectly sighted and permanently mounted scope on it. a year later he went to visit his parents. a week after he got there the same deathclaw that gave him the scar when he was 17 was back in town. this time Valdez was ready to get payback. He climbed onto the roof of his parents house and took aim at the deathclaw. 4 shots later the deathclaw fell over and remained still. everyone in town came out of hiding to congradulate Valdez for killing the deathclaw. he left town a few weeks later and heard of new vegas where people could strike rich. he saved up some gambling money and headed to Vegas. 2 years into his journey he stumbled upon a set of Pre-War Riot Armor that he never took off after finding it . After 5 years of walking and fighting later he arrived at the Mojave Outpost ready to go big or go home. While resting at the Mojave outpost he had heard talk of the Leigon and the Bos in the Mojave. He knew what he had to do because War, War never changes.
IGN: XxFUNNYNUTSxX
Age: 22
Role-Play Exp.: Was a dedicated D&D player throughout High school.
Why Us: Well for one just how this whole thread is written screams "LEGIT" to me, two the community seems like it has the potential to be very prosperous, and three I'm a huge fan of the Fallout universe.
Time You Can Dedicate: I can't promise to be on all the time but I can promise to be on as often as my schedule dictates.
IC
Name: A3-47 (Model No.) Cyrus Redman (Programmed Name.)
Gender:M
Age: 7 years (explained in the backstory.) Programmed age: 25
Appearance:White Caucasian
Fears: Being found by agents of "The Institute" from the Commonwealth.
Personality: Paranoid, takes a long time for him to trust people, he does not speak often, very smart.
Occupation: Scavenger / Wanderer
Skills: A Wide variety of things where programmed into him when he was created.
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
Hiding among the ruins of a long since abandoned "Poseidon Energy" station Cyrus slept, but it was hardly a sound sleep, for Cyrus knew he was being hunted...stalked like a gazelle in some hungry leopards territory. Suddenly Cyrus heard what he was listening for, the faint sound of muffled steps, Cyrus quickly shot open his eyes, sat up and drew his gun from his holster. "I knew it was a mistake to rest here" He said as he spoke to himself in a sharp but silent whisper, he knew he was going to have to fight his was out. -end
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
Cyrus was created in Lab #13 of "The Institute" seven years ago by the Android Development Department. He was designed to be the next "vessel" for the still alive founder of the organization, so in that sense considered "Top of the line technology.". But unbeknownst to the other scientists one of the head engineers of the program responsible for the building of Cyrus, A woman by the name of "Madison Lee" programmed in secret a program that caused Cyrus to become "self aware" which in turn drove a unstoppable will to live. Of course soon after Cyrus was completed "The Founder" learned of what Cyrus had become...a self aware self preserving "Human Being" and had ordered him scraped and Dr. Madison Lee killed. Madison's Death will always haunt Cyrus.
On that fateful night he was with Dr.Lee, helping her with one of her many experiments when two android agents of "The Founder" barged into the lab, Cyrus knew instantly what they were here for. The Androids gave Cyrus an ultimatum, Kill Dr.Lee himself and live, or don't and die along side her. Having been programmed with a strong will to live Cyrus remorsefully said his goodbye's to his friend then shot Dr.Lee in cold blood. Cyrus then learned that the agents had no intentions of keeping to their word, Cyrus was to die. He snapped he felt a feeling he had never felt before, a combination of rage and horror, Cyrus blacked out and when he awoke he was outside the walls of "The Institute", the sounds of alarms and gunfire echoing from behind him. He just ran, and ran, before he realized it he had been running all night long. He decided his only hope was to head west. -end
IGN: Cannibal_Kon
Age: 16
Role-Play Exp.: I've role-played for quite a few years.
Why Us: I like Fallout and this seems to be the coolest out of all the Servers I've seen.
Time You Can Dedicate: Depends I usually can get on every day. About 4 hours a day. I have highschool and on weekends it can be almost all day.
IC
Name: Kon Merigon
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Appearance: I will probably use a Vault boy skin if you would not like this just tell me what I should use.
Fears: He Isn't afraid of much. He doesn't like to see people die though.
Personality: He likes to help others. He's always up for jobs. He loves to work with machines. He is always there to help others. He doesn't get angry often. He loves to joke around. He will stick up for what he thinks is right.
Occupation: Adventurer (bound to change)
Skills: Sneak, Lockpick (just for the lolz not really :tongue.gif:), Repair, Science, and Speech.
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue): He looks across the desolate desert. He smirks spotting something in the distance, " Time for lunch." He says. He starts running off towards his next victim. As he reaches the shape he finds out it was but a cactus. He sighs, " Time to look elsewhere." he says.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): As a kid Kon had good life. His parents lived in a town where things worked perfectly. It may have been a hard life but he still saw it as good. When he worked on the technology the locals found he always worked with a smile. He loves machines and other forms of technology.
But when he was 13 his town was attacked by Raiders. He was knocked out and when he woke up his parents were gone. His town lay in shambles. He had lost his home. The locals lay dead in the streets. He then decided he would try to venture out into the Wasteland. He has been on his own for 6 years now. He hasn't lost his drive to find the Raiders that killed his parents but he doesn't let it cloud his judgement.
IGN: ChaosBullet9
Age: 17
Role-Play Exp: I've had a lot of experience with role playing games. Here's a list of RP related things I've played.
Video Games: Fallout, Fallout 3, Fallout: New Vegas, Mass Effect 1 and 2, Dragon Age: Origins, The Elder Scrolls: IV and V, Dark Souls, Baldurs Gate, the STALKER series, and a couple of the Final Fantasy games. There's more but I can't remember them right now.
Minecraft Related: I've played on a couple RP servers but none of them really kept my interest for long. One of the servers I played the most on was "The Plague" server.
Other: I also have some experience with Dungeons and Dragons, both playing and DM-ing.
Why this server: The Fallout lore and world has always peaked my interest and Fallout 3: GotY Edition is my favorite game of all time so far. I'm really into post-apocalyptic movies, books, and games, and this server is the best one I've found yet to satisfy my craving for danger and survival.
Time I can dedicate: I can most likely dedicate about 5 to 10 hours a week depending on my schedule. School, friends, practice, and whatnot. Also depending on if I'm in a mood for computer gaming, which is generally most of the time.
IC
Name: Terrance Lee Gehringer (Unknown to everyone except himself.)
Gender: Male
Age: Unknown, but suspected to be in mid 20s to Early 30s.
Appearance: 6" 185 pounds. Physically fit. Caucasian. Grey eyes. Dark-brown, shoulder length hair. Dark-brown facial hair. Scar on the face going down from forehead, over right eye and continuing to right cheek. Multiple scars on front and back of torso, as well as a scattered scars on the arms and legs. (Most likely resulting from years of close-quarters melee combat.)
Fears: Losing his own sanity, feeling powerless to stop something, and the immediate unknown.
Personality: Patient, calculating, cautious, understanding, kind. He prefers to keep himself somewhat distant from other people personally. His morality is generally neutral when it comes to bigger more important things, but on a smaller level he will go out of his way to help others and do the right thing even if it is through questionable means. His favorite phrase is: "Aut Viam Inveniam Aut Faciam (I will either find a way or I will make one.)"
Occupation: On his travels he will do jobs for others ranging from mercenary work to construction to teaching, depending on the details of the job. (As well as the pay.)
Skills: Very patient. Determined to complete goals. Can keep calm in stressful situations. Intelligent. Very adaptable. Street wise. Exceptionally skilled in melee combat and the martial arts. Average marksman.
Nickname: Generally no one knows his name but he has been given multiple nicknames depending on the reputation he left with those that met him. Some of his lesser known nicknames are The Man In Grey, The Scarred Nomad, or The Outsider, but his most popular name is Pariah which was given to him by his enemies, even though his allies still refer to him by this name.
RP Example/Backstory: "I don't need a name." That's what I always tell people when they ask me what my name is. My name doesn't matter. As long as the job at hand gets done, my name doesn't need to be known. But they always press me for my name. I don't want to give them a false name, I don't want to lie to them. But I don't want to tell them my real name... No, not my real name. My OLD name. I'm not him anymore. I haven't been him for years and I NEVER will be him again. The memories are too painful. I can still hear all of them in my dreams. Screaming...
But that doesn't matter now.
They continue to ask for my name so they can thank me for the help I've given them. They can call me whatever they want. I don't care.
However, if they really want something to call me, I heard a while back some Raider lord had started calling me Pariah. Apparently he spread that name around after I incinerated one the outposts on his territory while passing through. I killed all of the men there after I saw them rape a twelve year old girl, then I burned the place to the ground and took the girl to safety. It was no less then they deserved.
The Raider Lord spread the name around to other Raider gangs and townships, and they all began to call me that.
Yes. If they really want a name to call me by, they can call me Pariah.
After all the things I've done, that name is no less than I deserve.
How I got to the Mojave: On my travels I came across a mysterious man. I was headed across Idaho coming from Oregon at the time. I was planning to head to the east coast, to look for the Commonwealth. (I had received an anonymous message to go there and look for a man named Alfred Tross. Apparently he can help me redeem myself for my past actions. Not having any other clear goal for myself, I decided to follow this lead. But at the end of the message it said "Don't put yourself in a hurry. Take your time. There will be some people that will need your help along the way." When I first read this, I dismissed it for the time being, and went on my way.)
I met the man while walking through a small deserted town. He was sitting on the steps of a porch, wearing a dark cloak that hid his face from me. I asked him what he was doing here. He said to me, "What I'm doing here is of no importance to you. There's a whole heap of trouble going on down South in Nevada. Lots of people in need of help." As he said the word Nevada he pointed South with his hand. I was facing North while I talked to him and when he pointed I turned my head around to look where he was pointing. I turned back to ask him some questions, but when I did he was gone.
"He said there were people that needed help," I thought. "and the note said there would be people I that would need my help along the way." I pondered this thought for a while, and then decided to head South to Nevada to see what was going on. If I am supposed to help others on my journey, then I will.
P.S. Sorry if this is a bit long. I'm terrible at summarizing.
IGN: Wannafent
Age: 16
Role-Play Exp.: I have none for PC, outside of Terraria.
Why Us: I have a friend who has also applied, and I think that the idea of a fallout world in minecraft is incredibly awesome.
Time You Can Dedicate: 6 hours a day depending on my schedule. More on weekends, about 9-11
IC
Name: Darius Edgar
Gender: Male
Age: Darius's does not know his own age. One would say he is 25-30 if they were to survive an encounter with him. He is actually 23,.
Appearance: Darius is a filthy vulture of the wasteland. His blood-soaked and puke covered burlap sack for a shirt falls just below his waist. His shredded pants hang loosely on his weathered legs, just above two ratty, black shoes. The hair on his head is a dirty blonde, and his face is cloaked in a black mask.
Fears: Darius fears people the most of all. Beasts of the wild are no challenge to dispatch, but when another human approaches, it's as if the apocalypse was happening all over again.
Personality: Darius is a skitzophrenic, and nothing can consolidate his emotions. He will approach from a distance when he sees people entering his domain, and he will analyze and examine their patterns of behavior. Darius has had a few regular acquaintances, but no more than 3-4. At many times he will trade with others, but only if they are excellent negotiators. He mostly keeps to himself and is best left alone.
Occupation: Darius is a forager by day, and in the first hours of nightfall will hunt creatures of the wastes.
Skills: Darius can hunt, cook, forage, spy/track, and any other task that doesn't involve much interaction of others' time.
Nickname (Optional): Darius the Cannibal
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
"Who are you?" "What do you want here?"
"Can't you see I'm busy? Yes, very, very busy. A man has to survive out here, but so do the beasts..."
"I'm not giving you shelter unless you bring me fifteen hunks of MEAT!"
"No, Mr. Ranger, if you'll kindly move yourself out of my way, then maybe I can put my weapon down."
"The beasts cry out to me at night. I must answer."
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
Darius grew up a fatherless child to the wastes. His mother was addicted to chems, and the town of survivors around him was falling apart. When Darius was 15, his town was ransacked by raiders. The men were burned alive, the women stripped and raped, and the cries of the people were burnt into Darius's mind. He escaped from the raiders into the foothills surrounding his town where he knew that no one would find him.
Darius first tasted raw flesh a few days later when he beat a brahmin over the head with a piece of lead piping and tore the flesh off of it. A farmer saw Darius and shot at him, and from that day forth, Darius knew he would never be accepted into society. Darius has been living in a hole in the ground for almost eight years now, writing on the walls and hunting livestock. But something has called out to him, something deep within the wastes... something... primal.
Role-Play Exp.:Roleplay is my type of thing. I'll just start acting as if it's a real life situation. I love Roleplay honostly.
Why Us:Are you kidding! Fallout, Minecraft, I couldn't think of a greater combination. I love Fallout i kept playing and playing (untill i beat the game).
Time you can dedicate:Schools days about three hours. On weekends five through seven hours ( I know no life =P ).
IC
Name (Full): Aland Nguyen
Rank you want if wanted?:Just a regular paladin will do just fine, i wouldn't ask for anything better.
Special Talents? (i.e. fighting, farming, scientist): My fighting with melee weapons is a little bit over average, but my archery skills are good. Farming i don't enjoy. I'm average with science though.
Will you be dedicated?:I will be loyal and report to all commands given by higher ranks and others.
Will you be loyal and respectful to your fellow soldiers?:My fellow soilders, yes but if they try to assault any ranks higher them self or even me i'm going to have to use self defence.
OHH nvm but im still not whitelisted and i sighned up on the online forums my Name is falloutslayer
Wait is the server even open yet
Please whiteliste me I finished the forums I have been waiting 2 days.
My ign is falloutslayer I finished your online forums to be Whitelisted I have been waiting 2 days.
IGN: Mr_ESkaru
Age: eighteen
Role-Play Exp.: quite a bit, been playing forum rps for about three years. Played tons of PC RP's like might and magic, stuff like that.
Why Us: I always dug fallout
Time You Can Dedicate: 1-3 hours on weekdays, 3+ on weekends.
IC
Name: Stearc Eskaru
Gender: Male
Age: twenty
Appearance: Stearc is a rather strange looking individual, He's pale as like his hair, being shale white. He has green Eyes, as well as a green tattoo covering one side of his face, moving down his chest, to his arm. He usually moves about with a pistol at all time, it's like a trademark. He wears brown clothing, mostly made of tanned hide, from the local Brahmin. He is a very stoic individual, with a normal build for his ethnicity, being of Nordic bearing. He could trace his lineage back to Bluetooth himself. If the records were still there, that is. He has the same Nordic Resilience, as well as the unmistakable rage, and perseverance accompanying someone like himself.
Fears: Being drowned.
Personality:
General- Mr. E is a rather eccentric individual; he had to be to put up with the injustices committed in both Russian and German POW camps. Mr. E on a few occasions had to kill his 'Comrades' when being tested to see if he were an agent from the US. Mr. E had mastered several different languages German, Russian, France, English, Spanish, Italian, and the Native's Code Speak making him Poly-lingual. He could switch through his accents, making him blend seamlessly into Hitler's Entourage after the Russian schism. Mr. E after his prolonged stay in Germany began to become De-humanized. After the fall of the Reichstag Mr. E would have then been transferred to Nagasaki, Japan, where his dehumanization would inevitably get him killed, but that's for later.
Dutifulness- as Stearc was raised in a patriotic home and was told, that America was always right. Even fed American propaganda all throughout his life, he grew to be hypnotized by the holiness of the American life. The American dream was still so amazingly alive. Life had never been better. When America called for Stearc, a first generation American-swede his father practically drilled the idea of joining the armed forces, so on his 18th birthday, He joined the military, this was the 14th of June 2280. The day previously, President Roosevelt had just signed into effect the Central Intelligence Agency to take over where the OSS had failed. He was one of the first officers in the Counter intelligence joint operation of the CIA. The CIA needed willing bodies, and the military was happy to oblige the some of the recruits. Everything that was asked of Mr. E, he would do. This was the military prowess of America asking him. So of course he did anything with no further questions.
Slight Mental instability- Psych evaluations were fairly new to the military at this point in time. They didn't think someone could go section 18 AWOL, but in the Fledgling CIA, bureaucracy demanded it. Stearc was given his Psych evaluation, and was deemed a Narcissist with underlying issues of rage. This little piece of information, whether it be psychosomatic or not would inevitably play a key in the Nagasaki incident. The narcissism would be a key pivot point in Stearc's life. Without it, he would have stayed infatuated with people, which is never a good thing. People are fickle and vain, and as Voltaire had seen, people are naturally sinful, and ignorant. It was through these teachings that the Narcissism culminated to such a stage as it did.
Overall Levelheadedness- Even in killing his comrades, Mr. E can still see the bigger picture, he was never one, to over extend himself for anyone. In Germany he was going to be severely tested. The need of the many always outweighs the needs of the few or the one. It may seem clichéd, but to win the game of chess, sometimes you got to give up a few pawns.
Views on people- Aside from Voltaire's influence in MR. E's opinion people are all an ignorant mass, and need a strong leader to guide them on the path of the leader's choice. even if it isn't for the best. A leader always knows best, whoever it is. This also ties into dutifulness he will follow a leader until he dies, it's just the way he is. It would be his undoing, all of these quirks would be his undoing, the unquestioning loyalty being the worst of his traits. He would be betrayed for what he knew. sometimes knowledge is to much for one man to bare.
Extras
Likes:
Despotism
has an infatuation with almost any kind of music.
Dislikes:
The 'Holiness' of America
Indecisiveness
the Atomic Bomb
Occupation:Used to be an Electro Mechanical Engineer in the Enclave.
Nickname (Optional): Mr. E, the Failed God.
RP Example (Add Dialogue): Walking through the dilapidated forests, always made an eerie scene in Mr. E's mind. He peered around, occasionally glancing at the Enclave Geiger counter, he had been fortunate enough to have taken before the dissolving of the final Enclave members. At that time, a man almost materialized from the surrounding copse of trees. "Hand over that Geiger, Boy" he yelled out. Mr. E was taken aback, no one had ever yelled at him, when he was an Enclave Lieutenant, 'that was then, this is now' he thought to himself. He peered around, and saw another man, with a rifle taking aim at him. He smiled, a little bit. "You know he paid me to walk out here today." the man took a step back, and looked over his left shoulder, as if Stearc had slapped him across the face. "He... He wouldn't do anything like that, we grew up together." The man stammered. I took a few steps forward, placing myself out of the rifleman's sights. He had stepped in front of the closer man's point of view. "Oh, you don't think so, this is the wasteland. Nest'ce pas?" Mr. E asked in lilting French. The man, was once more taken a back, he actually turned, to look at his friend the rifle man, who had taken up another post, a few meters to the left, and was now putting his bead, on what Mr. E could only assume was his face. "and now... He's waiting to take the shot, as soon as I..." Mr. E said placing his arm inside his jacket on his magnum "this!" he barked, and grabbed the pre-loaded revolver from his jacket, and dropped to one knee, and took two well-aimed shots at the rifleman, both finding their target, it being the rifleman's head. He stepped forward, and drew the man up to his feet who had sat down in disbelief, after seeing his friend die. The man was stuttering, and was shaken. Mr. E looked on in sheer delight, as he placed the barrel to his head and pulled the trigger. He saw the hammer float back, and strike the charge in the round. The accompanying reaction was the man's head was blown out the back of his skull. Mr. E was of course a Maniacal individual. His name in the Enclave being the Failed God
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Mr. E was born in the Mojave wasteland. And was instantly at odds with the area, but felt that he was going to always end up back here. His mother died during childbirth. It was a horrible instance for his father; he was a tenant farmer for one of the bigger brahmin barons. The Father’s boss however looked on in pity. He would give Mr. E’s father bonuses, and would occasionally stop by with food, he also being a widower, knew the pain of losing a loved one. The baron, took Stearc to his house on occasions, and there began his schooling career. The man, had a vast repertoire of tomes of pre-war America, and would allow Stearc, after being taught to pore over these books, with so many lost ideas occupying their mussed pages. It was truly melancholic, to be able to see how progressive these individuals were, only to be thrown back in the throes of war, and indifference. How ignorant we truly are. Time passed, as it had always done, and will always do.
Mr. E had become a strapping lad, and the baron became his godfather. His dad had died a roving marauder burned down the shack, and killed his father, but it all happens for a reason. History’s Harmonization you could say. Mr. E left and traveled around the thirteen commonwealths of America, each one shittier than the last. Every night he could hear the Mojave calling him back, her sweet voice always saying his name, in a breathy voice. Like lot’s wife, would Mr. E turn to salt if he looked back? He got a job in the enclave designing weapons; he was nineteen, and the most promising officer candidate, in the shrinking force of despotism. He saw the horrors that the people had seen, and soon became a horrible yet intelligent man, A true leader, and enlightened despot
IGN:terrydafariy
Age:18
Role-Play Exp.:Runescape, skyrim, world of warcraft, fallout all series
Why Us:looks amazing on the forum been wait for a epic server. my friends are joining i would like to play with them. you guys look like you have spent lots of time in this and i want to play with your genius:P
Time You Can Dedicate:1-3 daily (weekdays) 2-4 (weekends)
IC
Name:terry oneal
Gender:male
Age:18
Appearance: Terrydafariy was norm to the casual look of cargo shorts and ragged cloth shirt. He is accustom to the wear of accessories consisting of sunglasses, knifes, concealed guns, and a sawed off. He was a happy go lucky man with a smile always on his face.
Fears: Terrydafariy never really showed it but he had agoraphobia and acute case of paranoia. He wasn't really scared of anything else other than those that people could notice.
Personality: Terrydafariy is a peaceful guys with a low temper. he always tries to talk his way out of stuff. He loves to be alone and have relaxation.
Occupation: Terrydafariy was a quick thinker and loves to tinker. He went through college for 2 masters: mathematics, and engineering
Skills: Resourceful, strong willed, patience, mechanically brilliant, and book nerd.
Nickname (Optional): Tanis
RP Example (Add Dialogue): As Terrydafariy re-enters the town he is interrupted by a shaded character known as Mr_eskaru. Terrydafariy had stumbled upon him raping and beating a woman. Terrydafariy in a fury runs over to stop the shaded character dressed in total black.
Terrydafariy: hey get off her.
Mr-eskaru: (pulls out weapon) Stop there or i kill you both.
Terrydafariy: (smiles) I have lived through the Apocalypse the same as you, do you really think a gun scares a big guy like me.
Mr_eskaru: No. (shifts gun to woman) but it does her....
Terrydafariy: I beat you think your a big guy with that gun huh?
Mr_eskaru: Yes i fill pretty good with it. (asks woman) do you think im big honey?
Woman: No I think you a horrible and disgusting human.
Mr_eskaru: Well you aren't to clean yourself doll.
Terrydafariy: Ok that's enough get off her and lets talk man to man without weapons. (smirks) OR are you to scared to be a true man......
Mr_eskaru: (frowns and gets up) sure I will talk..... (cocks gun and shoots woman) now I feel like a man (puts away gun)
Terrydafariy: Why did you do that you piece of trash.......? She was Innocent.
Mr_eskaru: She was being rude and inconsiderate of my feelings.
Terrydafariy: You was raping her how do you think she feels? your just pathetic.
Mr_eskaru: I see what kind of person you are your a softy and you will die sooner or later so I will leave you to your pathetic little life. (disappears in the dark).................
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): All in one instance it’s like Terrydafariy came to life. He was working on an experiment he had blueprinted years ago when the machine went crazed and started to malfunction. As he tried to control the machine it exploded and launched him in the air and through a window and slammed a rock with his head. After 20 years being in a life support system he woke up and didn't realize the advanced technology he was stuck to. The power seemed to be out and he had no knowledge of the area he was in. He walked out the door and waited for the blinding sun to fix with his eyes. As the landscape came in focus he started to notice the land with riddled with war. The end had done been over with and new life had to start.....
OOC
IGN:Mac023
Age: 14
Role-Play Exp.: A Roleplay website and a previous Role-play server
Why Us: Because me and my friend have been looking for a good Fallout server, and this one looks very good
Time You Can Dedicate:1-2 Hours on Weekdays and 3-4 on Weekends
IC
Name: John O'Reilly
Gender:Male
Age: 21
Appearance: 5'11, tanned skin, brown hair, hairstyle is High and Tight, Blue eyes, slightly upturned nose, recessed chin, Athletic build, thin mouth
Fears: Deathclaws, Being enslaved
Personality: Calm usually but prone to rage when provoked, trys to stay low-key
Occupation: Survivalist
Skills: Building, Fighting
Nickname (Optional): Irish
RP Example (Add Dialogue): Irish strode into his cabin of scrap, showing signs of it's makeshift construction as plates were beginning to fall from the walls. He thought to himself "I should've welded them together instead of trusting that pre-war construction glue. How could I think glue would still be in top shape after sitting in a bottle for 200 years? Well, I suppose it's held up pretty well, all things considered. Irish casually set his duffle-bag, stuffed with the product of his latest scavenging session, mainly scrap metal and electronics. However he had found a varmint rifle with 3 filled magazines. He opened the door to his cabin again and stepped out, closing it behind him. He found a patrol of NCR soldiers walking on the highway. He jogged up to them and asked their sergeant "So, the NCR is finally patrolling here, are they?" The sergeant stopped and replied "Yes civilian, but we need to keep moving so good-bye." The sergeant then just resumed walking, with his men following. Irish shrugged and strolled back to his little cabin, he opened the door, entered, then shut it. He layed on his bed, settled in, and fell asleep.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): John grew up the son of an NCR Captain and a civilian farmer. When he was still young, his father and mother began to teach him about shooting, so that he could help patrol the farm for mutant rats. Eventually though, John's dad got wounded in action, namely in the First Battle of Hoover Dam, as he had been an NCR Ranger, and so had to come home. At about this time, the farm began to lose fertility thanks, in no small part, to a competing farmer haveing an "accident" with a bag of pre-war plant killing chemicals while he was visiting their property. After this, John's parents fought hard to save their farm, but it couldn't be done. The other farmer further "encouraged" them to leave when some of his men started taking shots at John's family everytime they went to work the farm. John's parents ultimately had to move to Shady Sands, however John couldn't be admitted, which was another act of harrassment by the farmer. John decided to take his revenge so he told his parents to stay in the city. John, using his personal hunting rifle, set up on a ridge overlooking the other man's farm. One day, when he went to work the field, John decided the time was right. He had aimed down his scope, sighted up on the man, and pulled the trigger. Sadly, John's marksmanship wasn't sufficient, and the man survived but took a nasty wound to the side. John, not wanting to stick around waiting for the farmer's retribution, fled to the Mojave Wasteland and set up shop, and still resides there waiting for the farmer to die of natural causes.
If you want a quick response whitelist ^. Although server is not up and we aren't putting ur names in yet so please be patient.
Michael WillCroft
IGN: Bobvdot12
Age: 14
Role-Play Exp.: All the Fallouts, Most of the Elder scrolls and dead rising( i take it seriously as practice)
Why Us: I have been searching for ages for a good fallout based RP server and when i saw a vidoe on youtube about the server i was so hopeful that maybe i could gain approval into the server
Time You Can Dedicate: Exams are coming up the week this app was posted so 4-5 hours a day normally
IC
Name: Jacob Valdez
Gender: Male
Age: 26
Appearance: He has a Scar Running across his face but besides that he doesnt really show people his face. He tends to wear either a leather jacket and a bandana or a suit of Pre-War Riot Armor to hide his face
Fears: being alone for extened periods of time and deathclaws
Personality: Pessimistic
Occupation: N/A
Skills: Valdez can shoot and is good at a crafting table but he is not so good at gathering resources
Nickname (Optional): Scarface
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
Valdez slowly and casually walked into a camp
2 Raiders ran up to him
Raider 1: well, well, well, looks like we got ourselves a dead man walkin
The Raider spat on Valdez's Armor
Valdez: Don't you two have anything better to do?
Raider 2: Nahhhhh, why don't we just "Find" some of you stuff in a ditch a couple miles away from here
Raider 1: Yea! Now your talkin Marv!
Valdez: Leave me alone pricks
Raider 2 lunges at valdez with a knife
Valdez sees the attack coming and whips his .44 Magnum custom revolver out and shoots the raider in the neck
Raider 1: You gonna pay for killin Marv!
Raider 1 Proceeds to take out a .45 ACP SMG and opened fire valdez
Valdez: Ah ****! as he takes a shot in the shoulder
he runs behind cover and takes aim at the raider.
The raider fires another burst and hits valdez's gun out of his hand.
Raider 1: How ya gonna kill me without a gun?
Valdez: With my hands smartass!
Valdez jumps out of his cover and lunges at the raider, knocking him down, Valdez proceeds to choke the raider to death.
The raider throws Valdez off with an adrenaline rush and knocked valdez's helmet off.
Valdez jumps on the raider again and begins to beat the raider's skull in.
After a few seconds the raider's troubled struggling stopped
Valdez: Finally. I thought this would never end
He examined his Revolver which was broken beyond repair
Valdez: Damn that was a gift too
He picked up his things, put his helmet on and left.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Valdez was born in a small town outside of Baja, California where he lived with his parents for 18 years of his life. When he turned 17 a Deathclaw wandered into town. No one else wanted to kill it or shoo it away so Valdez, Being so careless ran outside and charged at the beast. His parents had never educated him on these horribles creatures so he didnt know what he was getting into. He hit the Deathclaw once with a Butchers knife before the deathclaw swiped at him, hitting valdez in the face giving him a scar. The sherrif ran up to valdez and dragged him to the doctor's office/ house where he spent the rest of the week in bed with bandages around his face. The doctor said Valdez had developed a phobia of deathclaws . After he recovered his parents never let him forget what happened that day so he decided to hide his scar and when he turned 18 he mustered up enough courage to levae his town and head for the city. when he got there he was mugged. he lost everything. he tried to find work but eventually he found work as an apprentice to a weapon smith where he was taught how to operate firearms and to make his own.
After a 3 years his boss gave him a specially crafted .44 magnum revolver with the initials J.V. engraved into the grip and a perfectly sighted and permanently mounted scope on it. a year later he went to visit his parents. a week after he got there the same deathclaw that gave him the scar when he was 17 was back in town. this time Valdez was ready to get payback. He climbed onto the roof of his parents house and took aim at the deathclaw. 4 shots later the deathclaw fell over and remained still. everyone in town came out of hiding to congradulate Valdez for killing the deathclaw. he left town a few weeks later and heard of new vegas where people could strike rich. he saved up some gambling money and headed to Vegas. 2 years into his journey he stumbled upon a set of Pre-War Riot Armor that he never took off after finding it . After 5 years of walking and fighting later he arrived at the Mojave Outpost ready to go big or go home. While resting at the Mojave outpost he had heard talk of the Leigon and the Bos in the Mojave. He knew what he had to do because War, War never changes.
Hope i get in :3
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Michael WillCroft
IGN: XxFUNNYNUTSxX
Age: 22
Role-Play Exp.: Was a dedicated D&D player throughout High school.
Why Us: Well for one just how this whole thread is written screams "LEGIT" to me, two the community seems like it has the potential to be very prosperous, and three I'm a huge fan of the Fallout universe.
Time You Can Dedicate: I can't promise to be on all the time but I can promise to be on as often as my schedule dictates.
IC
Name: A3-47 (Model No.) Cyrus Redman (Programmed Name.)
Gender:M
Age: 7 years (explained in the backstory.) Programmed age: 25
Appearance:White Caucasian
Fears: Being found by agents of "The Institute" from the Commonwealth.
Personality: Paranoid, takes a long time for him to trust people, he does not speak often, very smart.
Occupation: Scavenger / Wanderer
Skills: A Wide variety of things where programmed into him when he was created.
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
Hiding among the ruins of a long since abandoned "Poseidon Energy" station Cyrus slept, but it was hardly a sound sleep, for Cyrus knew he was being hunted...stalked like a gazelle in some hungry leopards territory. Suddenly Cyrus heard what he was listening for, the faint sound of muffled steps, Cyrus quickly shot open his eyes, sat up and drew his gun from his holster. "I knew it was a mistake to rest here" He said as he spoke to himself in a sharp but silent whisper, he knew he was going to have to fight his was out. -end
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
Cyrus was created in Lab #13 of "The Institute" seven years ago by the Android Development Department. He was designed to be the next "vessel" for the still alive founder of the organization, so in that sense considered "Top of the line technology.". But unbeknownst to the other scientists one of the head engineers of the program responsible for the building of Cyrus, A woman by the name of "Madison Lee" programmed in secret a program that caused Cyrus to become "self aware" which in turn drove a unstoppable will to live. Of course soon after Cyrus was completed "The Founder" learned of what Cyrus had become...a self aware self preserving "Human Being" and had ordered him scraped and Dr. Madison Lee killed. Madison's Death will always haunt Cyrus.
On that fateful night he was with Dr.Lee, helping her with one of her many experiments when two android agents of "The Founder" barged into the lab, Cyrus knew instantly what they were here for. The Androids gave Cyrus an ultimatum, Kill Dr.Lee himself and live, or don't and die along side her. Having been programmed with a strong will to live Cyrus remorsefully said his goodbye's to his friend then shot Dr.Lee in cold blood. Cyrus then learned that the agents had no intentions of keeping to their word, Cyrus was to die. He snapped he felt a feeling he had never felt before, a combination of rage and horror, Cyrus blacked out and when he awoke he was outside the walls of "The Institute", the sounds of alarms and gunfire echoing from behind him. He just ran, and ran, before he realized it he had been running all night long. He decided his only hope was to head west. -end
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Age: 17
Role-Play Exp: I've had a lot of experience with role playing games. Here's a list of RP related things I've played.
Video Games: Fallout, Fallout 3, Fallout: New Vegas, Mass Effect 1 and 2, Dragon Age: Origins, The Elder Scrolls: IV and V, Dark Souls, Baldurs Gate, the STALKER series, and a couple of the Final Fantasy games. There's more but I can't remember them right now.
Minecraft Related: I've played on a couple RP servers but none of them really kept my interest for long. One of the servers I played the most on was "The Plague" server.
Other: I also have some experience with Dungeons and Dragons, both playing and DM-ing.
Why this server: The Fallout lore and world has always peaked my interest and Fallout 3: GotY Edition is my favorite game of all time so far. I'm really into post-apocalyptic movies, books, and games, and this server is the best one I've found yet to satisfy my craving for danger and survival.
Time I can dedicate: I can most likely dedicate about 5 to 10 hours a week depending on my schedule. School, friends, practice, and whatnot. Also depending on if I'm in a mood for computer gaming, which is generally most of the time.
IC
Name: Terrance Lee Gehringer (Unknown to everyone except himself.)
Gender: Male
Age: Unknown, but suspected to be in mid 20s to Early 30s.
Appearance: 6" 185 pounds. Physically fit. Caucasian. Grey eyes. Dark-brown, shoulder length hair. Dark-brown facial hair. Scar on the face going down from forehead, over right eye and continuing to right cheek. Multiple scars on front and back of torso, as well as a scattered scars on the arms and legs. (Most likely resulting from years of close-quarters melee combat.)
Fears: Losing his own sanity, feeling powerless to stop something, and the immediate unknown.
Personality: Patient, calculating, cautious, understanding, kind. He prefers to keep himself somewhat distant from other people personally. His morality is generally neutral when it comes to bigger more important things, but on a smaller level he will go out of his way to help others and do the right thing even if it is through questionable means. His favorite phrase is: "Aut Viam Inveniam Aut Faciam (I will either find a way or I will make one.)"
Occupation: On his travels he will do jobs for others ranging from mercenary work to construction to teaching, depending on the details of the job. (As well as the pay.)
Skills: Very patient. Determined to complete goals. Can keep calm in stressful situations. Intelligent. Very adaptable. Street wise. Exceptionally skilled in melee combat and the martial arts. Average marksman.
Nickname: Generally no one knows his name but he has been given multiple nicknames depending on the reputation he left with those that met him. Some of his lesser known nicknames are The Man In Grey, The Scarred Nomad, or The Outsider, but his most popular name is Pariah which was given to him by his enemies, even though his allies still refer to him by this name.
RP Example/Backstory: "I don't need a name." That's what I always tell people when they ask me what my name is. My name doesn't matter. As long as the job at hand gets done, my name doesn't need to be known. But they always press me for my name. I don't want to give them a false name, I don't want to lie to them. But I don't want to tell them my real name... No, not my real name. My OLD name. I'm not him anymore. I haven't been him for years and I NEVER will be him again. The memories are too painful. I can still hear all of them in my dreams. Screaming...
But that doesn't matter now.
They continue to ask for my name so they can thank me for the help I've given them. They can call me whatever they want. I don't care.
However, if they really want something to call me, I heard a while back some Raider lord had started calling me Pariah. Apparently he spread that name around after I incinerated one the outposts on his territory while passing through. I killed all of the men there after I saw them rape a twelve year old girl, then I burned the place to the ground and took the girl to safety. It was no less then they deserved.
The Raider Lord spread the name around to other Raider gangs and townships, and they all began to call me that.
Yes. If they really want a name to call me by, they can call me Pariah.
After all the things I've done, that name is no less than I deserve.
How I got to the Mojave: On my travels I came across a mysterious man. I was headed across Idaho coming from Oregon at the time. I was planning to head to the east coast, to look for the Commonwealth. (I had received an anonymous message to go there and look for a man named Alfred Tross. Apparently he can help me redeem myself for my past actions. Not having any other clear goal for myself, I decided to follow this lead. But at the end of the message it said "Don't put yourself in a hurry. Take your time. There will be some people that will need your help along the way." When I first read this, I dismissed it for the time being, and went on my way.)
I met the man while walking through a small deserted town. He was sitting on the steps of a porch, wearing a dark cloak that hid his face from me. I asked him what he was doing here. He said to me, "What I'm doing here is of no importance to you. There's a whole heap of trouble going on down South in Nevada. Lots of people in need of help." As he said the word Nevada he pointed South with his hand. I was facing North while I talked to him and when he pointed I turned my head around to look where he was pointing. I turned back to ask him some questions, but when I did he was gone.
"He said there were people that needed help," I thought. "and the note said there would be people I that would need my help along the way." I pondered this thought for a while, and then decided to head South to Nevada to see what was going on. If I am supposed to help others on my journey, then I will.
P.S. Sorry if this is a bit long. I'm terrible at summarizing.
IGN: Wannafent
Age: 16
Role-Play Exp.: I have none for PC, outside of Terraria.
Why Us: I have a friend who has also applied, and I think that the idea of a fallout world in minecraft is incredibly awesome.
Time You Can Dedicate: 6 hours a day depending on my schedule. More on weekends, about 9-11
IC
Name: Darius Edgar
Gender: Male
Age: Darius's does not know his own age. One would say he is 25-30 if they were to survive an encounter with him. He is actually 23,.
Appearance: Darius is a filthy vulture of the wasteland. His blood-soaked and puke covered burlap sack for a shirt falls just below his waist. His shredded pants hang loosely on his weathered legs, just above two ratty, black shoes. The hair on his head is a dirty blonde, and his face is cloaked in a black mask.
Fears: Darius fears people the most of all. Beasts of the wild are no challenge to dispatch, but when another human approaches, it's as if the apocalypse was happening all over again.
Personality: Darius is a skitzophrenic, and nothing can consolidate his emotions. He will approach from a distance when he sees people entering his domain, and he will analyze and examine their patterns of behavior. Darius has had a few regular acquaintances, but no more than 3-4. At many times he will trade with others, but only if they are excellent negotiators. He mostly keeps to himself and is best left alone.
Occupation: Darius is a forager by day, and in the first hours of nightfall will hunt creatures of the wastes.
Skills: Darius can hunt, cook, forage, spy/track, and any other task that doesn't involve much interaction of others' time.
Nickname (Optional): Darius the Cannibal
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
"Who are you?" "What do you want here?"
"Can't you see I'm busy? Yes, very, very busy. A man has to survive out here, but so do the beasts..."
"I'm not giving you shelter unless you bring me fifteen hunks of MEAT!"
"No, Mr. Ranger, if you'll kindly move yourself out of my way, then maybe I can put my weapon down."
"The beasts cry out to me at night. I must answer."
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
Darius grew up a fatherless child to the wastes. His mother was addicted to chems, and the town of survivors around him was falling apart. When Darius was 15, his town was ransacked by raiders. The men were burned alive, the women stripped and raped, and the cries of the people were burnt into Darius's mind. He escaped from the raiders into the foothills surrounding his town where he knew that no one would find him.
Darius first tasted raw flesh a few days later when he beat a brahmin over the head with a piece of lead piping and tore the flesh off of it. A farmer saw Darius and shot at him, and from that day forth, Darius knew he would never be accepted into society. Darius has been living in a hole in the ground for almost eight years now, writing on the walls and hunting livestock. But something has called out to him, something deep within the wastes... something... primal.
I'm not the only 1! :biggrin.gif:
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Age:13
Role-Play Exp.:Roleplay is my type of thing. I'll just start acting as if it's a real life situation. I love Roleplay honostly.
Why Us:Are you kidding! Fallout, Minecraft, I couldn't think of a greater combination. I love Fallout i kept playing and playing (untill i beat the game).
Time you can dedicate:Schools days about three hours. On weekends five through seven hours ( I know no life =P ).
IC
Name (Full): Aland Nguyen
Rank you want if wanted?:Just a regular paladin will do just fine, i wouldn't ask for anything better.
Special Talents? (i.e. fighting, farming, scientist): My fighting with melee weapons is a little bit over average, but my archery skills are good. Farming i don't enjoy. I'm average with science though.
Will you be dedicated?:I will be loyal and report to all commands given by higher ranks and others.
Will you be loyal and respectful to your fellow soldiers?:My fellow soilders, yes but if they try to assault any ranks higher them self or even me i'm going to have to use self defence.
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