IGN - HandsomeRansom
Age - 22
Role-Play Exp.: VtM alot, some WtA. Several years. Never on Minecraft though.
Why Us: Honestly found The Vault right as it went down. Just want to Fallout RP in Minecraft because it's basically all of my favorite things.
Time You Can Dedicate: Several hours a week, 5-7.
IC
Name: Handsome Ransom
Gender: Male
Age: 22
RP Example:
*Unwraps dirty wastelander jacket used as a bandage*
"Yikes. How many weeks did you wait after getting shot to come in?
*After a long silent pause, the patient turns his head away in shame*
Doesn't matter, I can fix you right up. Hand me that saw over there."
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
Grew up as the son of a doctor in NCR. He taught me everything about being a doctor and even a lot about surgery when i was young. Mom thought we spent too much time down in the basement practicing surgery. Turns out she was right. Dad had been stealing bodies and sometimes live people to experiment on. NCR executed him immediately and banned us from the territories. Mom didn't make it very long out there. After she passed I ran with caravans, patching up guards and the like. Mostly bullet holes and laser burns. I'll keep doing it as long as the caps keep coming in.
IGN - HandsomeRansom
Age - 22
Role-Play Exp.: VtM alot, some WtA. Several years. Never on Minecraft though.
Why Us: Honestly found The Vault right as it went down. Just want to Fallout RP in Minecraft because it's basically all of my favorite things.
Time You Can Dedicate: Several hours a week, 5-7.
IC
Name: Handsome Ransom
Gender: Male
Age: 22
RP Example:
*Unwraps dirty wastelander jacket used as a bandage*
"Yikes. How many weeks did you wait after getting shot to come in?
*After a long silent pause, the patient turns his head away in shame*
Doesn't matter, I can fix you right up. Hand me that saw over there."
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
Grew up as the son of a doctor in NCR. He taught me everything about being a doctor and even a lot about surgery when i was young. Mom thought we spent too much time down in the basement practicing surgery. Turns out she was right. Dad had been stealing bodies and sometimes live people to experiment on. NCR executed him immediately and banned us from the territories. Mom didn't make it very long out there. After she passed I ran with caravans, patching up guards and the like. Mostly bullet holes and laser burns. I'll keep doing it as long as the caps keep coming in.
Nice rp example, but give more detail to your backstory
You're right, I kind of rattled that off. Here's a more in depth (and hopefully you'll agree much better) version:
I was born the son of a doctor in Shady Sands. He taught me about being a doctor and even a lot about surgery when i was young. Mom thought we spent too much time down in the basement practicing surgery. Turns out she was right. Dad had been stealing bodies and sometimes live people to experiment on. Some king of mutation discovery he swore was necessary but NCR executed him immediately, and we became outcasts in the city. We left and headed towards Hub with a very small caravan. Too small really. Raiders noticed and attacked in the early morning on the second day. Mom was cut down almost right away. Didn't bother me much as she just became another body. The caravan owner and I survived by luck, running to a nearby cave the raiders hadn't seen.
After the raid was over, the owner, Nathaniel, and I headed to the Hub where he had a much larger caravan waiting for him. Feeling responsible he hired me on as the medic. To his surprise I was very good at it. Got a lot of experience patching lots of bullet holes and laser burns. Nathaniel taught me about running caravans: how to keep the guards from running off during a firefight, what it takes to keep the pack brahmin alive, and the best routes to take. I worked with him for 15 years and was happy. Nathaniel started giving me my own caravans to take out, though it was hard to watch other medics screw up on my people, to the point where I fired most of them and tended to it myself. I never lost a caravan to a raid and usually made a ton of caps.
But after a while I got tired of not having a home. And even more so I wondered what my father thought was so important he died for it. Good or bad I wanted to know more. Eventually I parted ways with Nathaniel, to his dismay. But I had made a good amount of money, enough to travel for some time. I headed back to Shady Sands to look for any clues. Because of the atrocities that had happened there, no one moved into our old house. It had been looted for valuables but most of the books and papers were still there. After wiping off thick coats of dust, I gathered the most useful materials together and headed towards New Vegas. I will figure out what he was working on and why it was so damn important when I get there.
You're right, I kind of rattled that off. Here's a more in depth (and hopefully you'll agree much better) version:
I was born the son of a doctor in Shady Sands. He taught me about being a doctor and even a lot about surgery when i was young. Mom thought we spent too much time down in the basement practicing surgery. Turns out she was right. Dad had been stealing bodies and sometimes live people to experiment on. Some king of mutation discovery he swore was necessary but NCR executed him immediately, and we became outcasts in the city. We left and headed towards Hub with a very small caravan. Too small really. Raiders noticed and attacked in the early morning on the second day. Mom was cut down almost right away. Didn't bother me much as she just became another body. The caravan owner and I survived by luck, running to a nearby cave the raiders hadn't seen.
After the raid was over, the owner, Nathaniel, and I headed to the Hub where he had a much larger caravan waiting for him. Feeling responsible he hired me on as the medic. To his surprise I was very good at it. Got a lot of experience patching lots of bullet holes and laser burns. Nathaniel taught me about running caravans: how to keep the guards from running off during a firefight, what it takes to keep the pack brahmin alive, and the best routes to take. I worked with him for 15 years and was happy. Nathaniel started giving me my own caravans to take out, though it was hard to watch other medics screw up on my people, to the point where I fired most of them and tended to it myself. I never lost a caravan to a raid and usually made a ton of caps.
But after a while I got tired of not having a home. And even more so I wondered what my father thought was so important he died for it. Good or bad I wanted to know more. Eventually I parted ways with Nathaniel, to his dismay. But I had made a good amount of money, enough to travel for some time. I headed back to Shady Sands to look for any clues. Because of the atrocities that had happened there, no one moved into our old house. It had been looted for valuables but most of the books and papers were still there. After wiping off thick coats of dust, I gathered the most useful materials together and headed towards New Vegas. I will figure out what he was working on and why it was so damn important when I get there.
Eff yes. Accepted. :smile.gif:
You really drew me in, and now I wanna know what he was doing! :tongue.gif:
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You look like you cast dark magic and eviscerate babies.
That or for some reason it isn't compatible with Vehicals and WW2 guns which is impossible since they all base off of the same code.. and even use parts from each mod..
IGN: Ghostreconz Age: 14 Role-Play Exp.: I've done some role playing, mostly on RP games on the Kongregate Forum Games Forums. http://www.kongregate.com/forums/36-forum-games Why Us: Dunno. Time You Can Dedicate: Time varies. Usually can get on an hour or more on weekdays, and more on the weekends.
IC
Name: Shaadow "Ghost" Scar Gender: Male Age: 23 RP Example:
I look at the man, my focus not wavering. My double barrel in my hand and my guard up, I begin to contemplate how many ways this could get me killed. I push the thoughts aside, though, as I know I'm the smartest, fastest, and most accurate shooter this town's ever seen.
The man opens his mouth to say something, but stops, having been all talked out. There's rage in his eyes, but at the same time, a hint of fear.
He begins bringing his gun up, and in one quick motion I shoot it out of his hands. He looks bewildered, and fearing for his life, he turns to run, but ends up a bloody mess anyway.
I'm used to the gore, so I walk away silently, leaving the limp body there to rot.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
As a kid, he always loved two things. Tinkering with machines, and playing with guns. Multiple times, this almost got him killed, but danger was part of the fun. He wasn't too social, and enjoyed machines more than people. He became a self taught mechanic, but when his workshop got burned to the ground by some raiders, he decided to take up mercenary work, at the age of 19.
As a mercenary, he became very prestigious, and soon, in a year, had connections all over the radiated new world. A few narrow escapes and hostile encounters later, he decided he needed a little help. He went searching for a partner, and soon found a young man the age of 18, Cassadin, who was skilled with a gun. He started teaching him, and soon he was a fit partner. They became very close friends along the way.
They started mercenary work again together, and soon were widely known as a fearsome pair. However, not to long ago, Cassadin was tragically murdered, leaving Shaadow to fend for himself once again. He's sworn to track down the murderers and avenge Cass, one at a time.
IGN: Ghostreconz
Age: 14
Role-Play Exp.: I've done some role playing, mostly on RP games on the Kongregate Forum Games Forums. http://www.kongregate.com/forums/36-forum-games
Why Us: Dunno.
Time You Can Dedicate: Time varies. Usually can get on an hour or more on weekdays, and more on the weekends.
IC
Name: Shaadow Scar
Gender: Male
Age: 23
RP Example:
I look at the man, my focus not wavering. My double barrel in my hand and my guard up, I begin to contemplate how many ways this could get me killed. I push the thoughts aside, though, as I know I'm the smartest, fastest, and most accurate shooter this town's ever seen.
The man opens his mouth to say something, but stops, having been all talked out. There's rage in his eyes, but at the same time, a hint of fear.
He begins bringing his gun up, and in one quick motion I shoot it out of his hands. He looks bewildered, and fearing for his life, he turns to run, but ends up a bloody mess anyway.
I'm used to the gore, so I walk away silently, leaving the limp body there to rot.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
As a kid, he always loved two things. Tinkering with machines, and playing with guns. Multiple times, this almost got him killed, but danger was part of the fun. He wasn't too social, and enjoyed machines more than people. He became a self taught mechanic, but when his workshop got burned to the ground by some raiders, he decided to take up mercenary work, at the age of 19.
As a mercenary, he became very prestigious, and soon, in a year, had connections all over the radiated new world. A few narrow escapes and hostile encounters later, he decided he needed a little help. He went searching for a partner, and soon found a young man the age of 18, Cassadin, who was skilled with a gun. He started teaching him, and soon he was a fit partner. They became very close friends along the way.
They started mercenary work again together, and soon were widely known as a fearsome pair. However, not to long ago, Cassadin was tragically murdered, leaving Shaadow to fend for himself once again. He's sworn to track down the murderers and avenge Cass, one at a time.
Accepted, great job.
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You look like you cast dark magic and eviscerate babies.
IGN - HandsomeRansom
Age - 22
Role-Play Exp.: VtM alot, some WtA. Several years. Never on Minecraft though.
Why Us: Honestly found The Vault right as it went down. Just want to Fallout RP in Minecraft because it's basically all of my favorite things.
Time You Can Dedicate: Several hours a week, 5-7.
IC
Name: Handsome Ransom
Gender: Male
Age: 22
RP Example:
*Unwraps dirty wastelander jacket used as a bandage*
"Yikes. How many weeks did you wait after getting shot to come in?
*After a long silent pause, the patient turns his head away in shame*
Doesn't matter, I can fix you right up. Hand me that saw over there."
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
Grew up as the son of a doctor in NCR. He taught me everything about being a doctor and even a lot about surgery when i was young. Mom thought we spent too much time down in the basement practicing surgery. Turns out she was right. Dad had been stealing bodies and sometimes live people to experiment on. NCR executed him immediately and banned us from the territories. Mom didn't make it very long out there. After she passed I ran with caravans, patching up guards and the like. Mostly bullet holes and laser burns. I'll keep doing it as long as the caps keep coming in.
Nice rp example, but give more detail to your backstory
Wait, check for status updates, etc. The OP is updated almost everyday with new stuff.
I was born the son of a doctor in Shady Sands. He taught me about being a doctor and even a lot about surgery when i was young. Mom thought we spent too much time down in the basement practicing surgery. Turns out she was right. Dad had been stealing bodies and sometimes live people to experiment on. Some king of mutation discovery he swore was necessary but NCR executed him immediately, and we became outcasts in the city. We left and headed towards Hub with a very small caravan. Too small really. Raiders noticed and attacked in the early morning on the second day. Mom was cut down almost right away. Didn't bother me much as she just became another body. The caravan owner and I survived by luck, running to a nearby cave the raiders hadn't seen.
After the raid was over, the owner, Nathaniel, and I headed to the Hub where he had a much larger caravan waiting for him. Feeling responsible he hired me on as the medic. To his surprise I was very good at it. Got a lot of experience patching lots of bullet holes and laser burns. Nathaniel taught me about running caravans: how to keep the guards from running off during a firefight, what it takes to keep the pack brahmin alive, and the best routes to take. I worked with him for 15 years and was happy. Nathaniel started giving me my own caravans to take out, though it was hard to watch other medics screw up on my people, to the point where I fired most of them and tended to it myself. I never lost a caravan to a raid and usually made a ton of caps.
But after a while I got tired of not having a home. And even more so I wondered what my father thought was so important he died for it. Good or bad I wanted to know more. Eventually I parted ways with Nathaniel, to his dismay. But I had made a good amount of money, enough to travel for some time. I headed back to Shady Sands to look for any clues. Because of the atrocities that had happened there, no one moved into our old house. It had been looted for valuables but most of the books and papers were still there. After wiping off thick coats of dust, I gathered the most useful materials together and headed towards New Vegas. I will figure out what he was working on and why it was so damn important when I get there.
Eff yes. Accepted. :smile.gif:
You really drew me in, and now I wanna know what he was doing! :tongue.gif:
IGN: Ghostreconz
Age: 14
Role-Play Exp.: I've done some role playing, mostly on RP games on the Kongregate Forum Games Forums. http://www.kongregate.com/forums/36-forum-games
Why Us: Dunno.
Time You Can Dedicate: Time varies. Usually can get on an hour or more on weekdays, and more on the weekends.
IC
Name: Shaadow "Ghost" Scar
Gender: Male
Age: 23
RP Example:
I look at the man, my focus not wavering. My double barrel in my hand and my guard up, I begin to contemplate how many ways this could get me killed. I push the thoughts aside, though, as I know I'm the smartest, fastest, and most accurate shooter this town's ever seen.
The man opens his mouth to say something, but stops, having been all talked out. There's rage in his eyes, but at the same time, a hint of fear.
He begins bringing his gun up, and in one quick motion I shoot it out of his hands. He looks bewildered, and fearing for his life, he turns to run, but ends up a bloody mess anyway.
I'm used to the gore, so I walk away silently, leaving the limp body there to rot.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
As a kid, he always loved two things. Tinkering with machines, and playing with guns. Multiple times, this almost got him killed, but danger was part of the fun. He wasn't too social, and enjoyed machines more than people. He became a self taught mechanic, but when his workshop got burned to the ground by some raiders, he decided to take up mercenary work, at the age of 19.
As a mercenary, he became very prestigious, and soon, in a year, had connections all over the radiated new world. A few narrow escapes and hostile encounters later, he decided he needed a little help. He went searching for a partner, and soon found a young man the age of 18, Cassadin, who was skilled with a gun. He started teaching him, and soon he was a fit partner. They became very close friends along the way.
They started mercenary work again together, and soon were widely known as a fearsome pair. However, not to long ago, Cassadin was tragically murdered, leaving Shaadow to fend for himself once again. He's sworn to track down the murderers and avenge Cass, one at a time.
Accepted, great job.
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