IGN: ahlatkI
Age:16
Role-Play Exp.:Herocraft, threekIngsrp, and MIddleEarthServer.
Why Us: Because all my friends say this server Is one of the best and I really love the lore with fallout.
Time You Can Dedicate: about 4 to 5 hrs per day 6 on weekends
IC
Name: Alexander
Gender: Male
Age:25
Appearance: 5’ 10” 145lbs army cut hears.
Fears: My only fears are night and super mutants.
Personality: I am a strong leader. Will always charge in to battle
Occupation: caravan.
SkIlls:CQC. Also I am a good shot.
Nickname (Optional): Alex
RP Example (Add Dialogue): As we travel down the highway we see someone off In the distance. He begins to fire! "****!" We then all run for cover. A Insistence firefight ensues. After 50 minutes they are all dead and we begin scavenge there body's. "Hey what Is this?" as my friend pulls out a paper. "****! Alex It’s a bounty" "Who for?" "You" he replies.
Back-story (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Raised in a vault in Colorado Springs that was previously NORAD but redesigned in to vault 27 before the war. He lived a mundane Vault life. Until his there was an freak accident in which a main vent opened and it killed everyone except his four best friends as they were in a basement tunnel where they went supposed to be. When they went back, they were greeted by an air lock; the only way; back through the tunnel. When they finally reached the end, after about a day of stumbling through darkness. They saw a light at the end of a tunnel. As they emerged the sun was glaring and they found themselves outside of town. Vault 27 was very vulnerable, being such a high priority target for the enemy that the entire city was covered in radiation that would kill most people on
IGN: ahlatkI
Age:16
Role-Play Exp.:Herocraft, threekIngsrp, and MIddleEarthServer.
Why Us: Because all my friends say this server Is one of the best and I really love the lore with fallout.
Time You Can Dedicate: about 4 to 5 hrs per day 6 on weekends
IC
Name: Alexander
Gender: Male
Age:25
Appearance: 5’ 10” 145lbs army cut hears.
Fears: My only fears are night and super mutants.
Personality: I am a strong leader. Will always charge in to battle
Occupation: caravan.
SkIlls:CQC. Also I am a good shot.
Nickname (Optional): Alex
RP Example (Add Dialogue): As we travel down the highway we see someone off In the distance. He begins to fire! "****!" We then all run for cover. A Insistence firefight ensues. After 50 minutes they are all dead and we begin scavenge there body's. "Hey what Is this?" as my friend pulls out a paper. "****! Alex It’s a bounty" "Who for?" "You" he replies.
Back-story (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Raised in a vault in Colorado Springs that was previously NORAD but redesigned in to vault 27 before the war. He lived a mundane Vault life. Until his there was an freak accident in which a main vent opened and it killed everyone except his four best friends as they were in a basement tunnel where they went supposed to be. When they went back, they were greeted by an air lock; the only way; back through the tunnel. When they finally reached the end, after about a day of stumbling through darkness. They saw a light at the end of a tunnel. As they emerged the sun was glaring and they found themselves outside of town. Vault 27 was very vulnerable, being such a high priority target for the enemy that the entire city was covered in radiation that would kill most people on
Ohai evurybuddy awn the survur arnte my speeling grait? :biggrin.gif: smiley faec.
Ok, now that I have your attention you must feel terrible acknowledging that you just read the previous sentence. Congrats, you will never get this 10 seconds of your life back... umad?!?!
It keeps saying I'm not whitelisted, so here's my acceptance thing you asked for:
IGN: honorspark28
Acceptance: I PM'ed Anarchy my application and he accepted it, so it's not on the forum. I can PM the acceptance or post it if you wish, I still have the messages :smile.gif:
IGN: Sparky223
Age: 16
Role-Play Exp.: Minecraft? Zero. Forums? Five Years
Why Us: I'm addicted to both Minecraft and Fallout. Might as well solve both with bringing those two into the same thing, right?
Time You Can Dedicate: As much as I can? I dunno. I got high school and stuff. So, I'll probably be on when I have the free time for it. Can't really give an exact estimate.
IC
Name: Ronnie
Gender: Female
Age: 18
Appearance: Dressed in a gray sweater three times her size, a pair of mix match blue jeans, and blue lens goggles, Ronnie looks like she robbed some department store off in Boulder City, or the smoldering remains of it. Rather common clothes found along wanderers, but that doesn't bug her in the least. It isn't the best form of protection, but having clothes is a plus that she isn't going to question. Besides her clothes, Ronnie has shortly cropped brown hair that curls around her face, when it isn't scraggly from the wind or filled with grains of Mojave sand. She has a bright pair of blue eyes that are usually sealed behind the goggles due to their sensitivity. Her skin is tanned from the constant sun, and her body is thin framed. All in all, nothing over the top or special to look at.
Fears: Ronnie doesn't fear much, nor are any of her fears phobias. She's scared of what anyone would expect someone to be scared off. She's scared when she's outnumbered, or when a deathclaw swings around a corner ready to rip her to pieces. You know, the normal stuffs.
Personality: Laid back and passive, Ronnie doesn't come across as threatening. To everyone, she's just another prospector who does some other work to the side. She's got a dry sense of humor and rather open minded. Around everyone, she displays a sense of confidence that is neither overbearing or undetectable. She feels comfortable in the wastes and it shows in her body language. This wastelander doesn't go out of her way to hurt others, but nothing would stop her from ending a fight either. Morally, she's the sort that sits right in the middle. She's no saint, but she's not going to hell in a hand basket. Often caught up in her own thoughts, Ronnie is a big thinker who has plenty of questions about the world around her. She's still trying to find her place, explaining her nomadic habits.
Occupation: Mercenary
Skills: Guns, Sneak, Survival
Nickname (Optional): None
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
Prospector: Oy Oy OYYYYY! You little brat, why'd you go and do THAT?
*there's the sound of caps being dragged across a tabletop, followed by snickering*
Ronnie: What? I had a six to play. Decided it might be nice to make my last caravan a perfect 21. *she says in a neutral tone of voice, but the ever growing smirk and arching eyebrows says differently*
Prospector: *he rubs at his forehead, leaning back in his old, cracked chair. His mud crusted boots were propped onto the table as he leaned back* Dammit. Wanted to use those caps for a nice shot of whiskey, woulda hit the spot.
Ronnie: *merely rolls her eyes, gathering her deck of worn cards to shuffle again for another game* Shouldn't have gone off betting then, sir. *she arches the cards, watching them collapse into place before splitting and doing the same again*
Prospector: oh, don't pull that sir bullcrap on me. That was highway robbery. You come waltzing in here, pulling out that deck of yours, and just askin' for some man to swing along and dare try taking your money.
Ronnie: And you decided to be the one with the balls to do it?
Prospector: Eh, don't back away from a challenge to often, yah know? Win some, lose some.
Ronnie: I ain't nothin special. Just played enough games to know some tricky tricks, that sort of junk.
Prospector: Or you went up to Vegas to snag as many cards from a casino if you could. You played so many face cards it was driving me crazy, half that deck of yours is kings and queens. You got a brick right there. Throw that deck at some power armored brute and you'd most likely crack his skull even with that helmet.
Ronnie: *snickers* Well, that is a mighty fine point you got there. Might as well buy a round for the both of us. Best way to spend my winnings, eh?
Prospector: Bought damn time. I thought I'd be waiting all day.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): You know, growing up in the Mojave isn't rainbows and sunshine. People die, people live, or people screw other people over, it's just one big clump of bad meeting worse. Ronnie's seen it all. What can you expect? Her parents were Great Khans, part of the biggest baddest gang around these dunes. She grew up around drugs, money, and the worst of the worst. It's a miracle she didn't end up some nut job, but that can be extended to anyone living outside the concrete walls of New Vegas. For awhile, her parents stuck around, but there was a bit of a mix up with some caps. Some where there and some weren't. Obviously, her parent's had been stockpiling some caps to the side to fund their own needs. So, the parents took off at night with their little girl and whatever chems they could stash. Her parents weren't the best, they were more like a bunch of clingy junkie friends then actual parents.
Eventually, it got to the point where Ronnie grew up. Surprising, eh? She started traveling around the wastes, dropping her parents off at some trailer not too far from Novac. She stops by to drop off supplies and check on the two kids that gave birth to her. The roles are rather reverse in this family, but it doesn't bother Ronnie any. Most of the time, she just drifts from place to place. Primarily independent, she does mercenary work to make a living. Besides that, her life is more about exploring or traveling down abandoned mine shafts to see what she can discover. Her life is filled with the simple joys of adventure and freedom, something expected from a kid who grew up with free thinkers like a bunch of chemed out adults.
All in all, Ronnie's had one hell of a rushed life, but it came with so much freedom afterward. Just imagine living your whole childhood hoping to be a khan like good old mom and pa, then finding out your parents aren't barrels of sunshine and you can't join the gang you grew up in. It's a bit of a let down, but Ronnie has a habit of rolling with the punches. It didn't really effect her in retrospect. If anything, it made her pause and think “hey, what else could I do now?”. It opened her eyes to the world around her, made her believe that being on your own in such a big world was just fine. To this day, she doesn't think back to Red Canyon or Bitter Springs. All she thinks about is the future and what it holds for a brat with some cheap stone sword at her side.
IGN: ahlatkI
Age:16
Role-Play Exp.:Herocraft, threekIngsrp, and MIddleEarthServer.
Why Us: Because all my friends say this server Is one of the best and I really love the lore with fallout.
Time You Can Dedicate: about 4 to 5 hrs per day 6 on weekends
IC
Name: Alexander
Gender: Male
Age:25
Appearance: 5’ 10” 145lbs army cut hears.
Fears: My only fears are night and super mutants.
Personality: I am a strong leader. Will always charge in to battle
Occupation: caravan.
SkIlls:CQC. Also I am a good shot.
Nickname (Optional): Alex
RP Example (Add Dialogue): As we travel down the highway we see someone off In the distance. He begins to fire! "****!" We then all run for cover. A Insistence firefight ensues. After 50 minutes they are all dead and we begin scavenge there body's. "Hey what Is this?" as my friend pulls out a paper. "****! Alex It’s a bounty" "Who for?" "You" he replies.
Back-story (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Raised in a vault in Colorado Springs that was previously NORAD but redesigned in to vault 27 before the war. He lived a mundane Vault life. Until his there was an freak accident in which a main vent opened and it killed everyone except his four best friends as they were in a basement tunnel where they went supposed to be. When they went back, they were greeted by an air lock; the only way; back through the tunnel. When they finally reached the end, after about a day of stumbling through darkness. They saw a light at the end of a tunnel. As they emerged the sun was glaring and they found themselves outside of town. Vault 27 was very vulnerable, being such a high priority target for the enemy that the entire city was covered in radiation that would kill most people on
i don't think that playing an "RPG" game like KOTOR, scrolls, or other Vid-games is what is meant by "RP experience". Table top RP is probably more akin to what is wanted. so if your only RP experience is in video games, you might want to check out sites like http://www.obsidianportal.com/ and http://rpol.net/ to get some real RP experience tabletop style and build up the necessary skills for such an obviously serious RP server as this.
HOWEVER, i do not include Fallout games in the category of RPG vids that are less useful because they are what the server is based on and so (obviously) useful in that you will know the lore and the history of this current conflict. However, the amount of background created and posted by the hardworking staff is significant enough that even a fallout noob such as I (i've only seen the fallout world from some useful wiki pages and some kick ass RP campaigns my friend set up) can successfully maneuver this server.
also protip: after hanging out late night at girlfriend's house, if you go to close the door after you leave and see something clear and rubber-ish hanging from the door-knob, don't touch it.
Peave out FWNC Fans
Cooldownpills
Well, I griefed because someone griefed me. Story:
One day, I was improving that one old enclave base with the submarine. I worked 5 hours on it, then I showed the guy who is second command in the Enclave it, he liked it. So< I went to sleep that night hoping the server will be up by tomorrow to start role playing. My Saturdays are causally busy, since I go storage hunting and go to auctions, so I went home after a tiring day, see what was happening on the server. I spawned on the top of a mountain, hoping to see the base again to make sure it's safe. When I went there, I say a strange look out, wasn't there before. So I went to cover it up, thinking Red_Harlow probably made it because he was trying ot help me. So I venture into the front door, the iron door was missing, so I replaced it and went into the tunnel. When I went inside, I was confused. This wasn't my base... it was a vault. So I went back outside, trying to gain my sense again if that was really it. So, I /home and I went back into the area. I'm like "Wtf". Then I explore the place, and realized this must be my base. So, I diged in the ground a little, to make sure it had iron the the bottom, like I put. So I'm like raging because I found some and the water that I put there. So, I went raging in the base, clicking like mad. Then, I broke some blocks, and thought it wasn't enough, so I spilled lava everywhere, to give that builder some hell. Note: I don't know who I 'griefed'. So I get out, I'm like mad-mad. So I put a sign that said "You griefed and built over my base, enjoy lava!". Then I rage-quit
No, I won't grief again since I won't get creative since the server is opening today? Well, with creative I won't grief, the only the thing that made me was that guy made me rage by griefing my base.
Zimmeme banned me I think...
Any admins want to read and want to un-ban me from my deeds?
OK, that was you Cooldown? This is actually all my fault. i've been working some night shifts and met up with Rest1in1peices (espeillio) and we decided to build the Enclave Hellfire Division base were the sub was. I looked through the sub and got a bit pissed because someone had deleted everything and had redone it. So i said ok what ever and we deleted it and fixed up the place. After a while we cleaned it up and Put E on the wall and put 101st on the Vetibird launch pad. (Hence your mix up with 101 vault) and we moved on to the target range and such. This morning (3am to 5am) i logged on because of some Greif reports and i fixed it in about 3 seconds. I noticed that the greif was totally random so i see where you raged and then quit. We had no idea that you were fixing up the sub we were just clearing out the place to make room for a new layout. This is COMPLETELY MY FAULT. and you shouldn't be punished for my mistake. I do have to admit your reaction was immature but no one was above what you did. even i might of done that if i had worked hard enough. So i'm not going to take the high ground on this. Its completely my fault i appologize for the damage done and hence forth. I'll un-bann you tommorro (Because the punishment still stands D:)
Cooldownpills
Well, I griefed because someone griefed me. Story:
One day, I was improving that one old enclave base with the submarine. I worked 5 hours on it, then I showed the guy who is second command in the Enclave it, he liked it. So< I went to sleep that night hoping the server will be up by tomorrow to start role playing. My Saturdays are causally busy, since I go storage hunting and go to auctions, so I went home after a tiring day, see what was happening on the server. I spawned on the top of a mountain, hoping to see the base again to make sure it's safe. When I went there, I say a strange look out, wasn't there before. So I went to cover it up, thinking Red_Harlow probably made it because he was trying ot help me. So I venture into the front door, the iron door was missing, so I replaced it and went into the tunnel. When I went inside, I was confused. This wasn't my base... it was a vault. So I went back outside, trying to gain my sense again if that was really it. So, I /home and I went back into the area. I'm like "Wtf". Then I explore the place, and realized this must be my base. So, I diged in the ground a little, to make sure it had iron the the bottom, like I put. So I'm like raging because I found some and the water that I put there. So, I went raging in the base, clicking like mad. Then, I broke some blocks, and thought it wasn't enough, so I spilled lava everywhere, to give that builder some hell. Note: I don't know who I 'griefed'. So I get out, I'm like mad-mad. So I put a sign that said "You griefed and built over my base, enjoy lava!". Then I rage-quit
No, I won't grief again since I won't get creative since the server is opening today? Well, with creative I won't grief, the only the thing that made me was that guy made me rage by griefing my base.
Zimmeme banned me I think...
Any admins want to read and want to un-ban me from my deeds?
OK, that was you Cooldown? This is actually all my fault. i've been working some night shifts and met up with Rest1in1peices (espeillio) and we decided to build the Enclave Hellfire Division base were the sub was. I looked through the sub and got a bit pissed because someone had deleted everything and had redone it. So i said ok what ever and we deleted it and fixed up the place. After a while we cleaned it up and Put E on the wall and put 101st on the Vetibird launch pad. (Hence your mix up with 101 vault) and we moved on to the target range and such. This morning (3am to 5am) i logged on because of some Greif reports and i fixed it in about 3 seconds. I noticed that the greif was totally random so i see where you raged and then quit. We had no idea that you were fixing up the sub we were just clearing out the place to make room for a new layout. This is COMPLETELY MY FAULT. and you shouldn't be punished for my mistake. I do have to admit your reaction was immature but no one was above what you did. even i might of done that if i had worked hard enough. So i'm not going to take the high ground on this. Its completely my fault i appologize for the damage done and hence forth. I'll un-bann you tommorro (Because the punishment still stands D:)
IGN: ahlatkI
Age:16
Role-Play Exp.:Herocraft, threekIngsrp, and MIddleEarthServer.
Why Us: Because all my friends say this server Is one of the best and I really love the lore with fallout.
Time You Can Dedicate: about 4 to 5 hrs per day 6 on weekends
IC
Name: Alexander
Gender: Male
Age:25
Appearance: 5’ 10” 145lbs army cut hear.
Fears: My only fears are night and super mutants.
Personality: I am a strong leader. Will always charge in to battle
Occupation: caravan.
SkIlls:CQC. Also I am a good shot.
Nickname (Optional): Alex
RP Example (Add Dialogue): As we travel down the highway we see someone off In the distance. He begins to fire! "****!" We then all run for cover. A Insistence firefight ensues. After 50 minutes they are all dead and we begin scavenge there body's. "Hey what Is this?" as my friend pulls out a paper. "****! Alex It’s a bounty" "Who for?" "You" he replies.
Back-story (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
War. War never changes.
The Romans waged war to gather slaves and wealth. Spain built an empire from its lust for gold and territory. Hitler shaped a battered Germany into an economic superpower.
But war never changes.
In the 21st century, war was still waged over the resources that could be acquired. Only this time, the spoils of war were also its weapons: Petroleum and Uranium. For these resources, China would invade Alaska, the US would annex Canada, and the European Commonwealth would dissolve into quarrelling, bickering nation-states, bent on controlling the last remaining resources on Earth.
In 2077, the storm of world war had come again. In two brief hours, most of the planet was reduced to cinders. And from the ashes of nuclear devastation, a new civilization would struggle to arise.
A few managed to reach the relative safety of underground Vaults. "You were born in the Vault; you will die in the vault." At least that’s what they told us. When atomic fire consumed the Earth, those who survived did so in great underground Vaults. When they opened, their inhabitants set out across the ruins of the old world to build new societies, establishing villages, forming tribes. Raised in a vault in Colorado Springs that was previously NORAD but redesigned in to vault 27 before the war. He lived a mundane Vault life. Until his there was a freak accident in which a main vent opened and it killed everyone except his four friends as they were in a basement tunnel where they went supposed to be. When they went back, they were greeted by an air lock; the only way; back through the tunnel. Vault 27 was very vulnerable, being such a high priority target for the enemy that the entire city was covered in radiation that would kill most people on contact. When they finally reached the end, after about a day of stumbling through darkness. It was dark at first, dark and blurry as a single light slowly came into focus. As they emerged the sun was glaring and they found themselves outside of city. lost and only 16 at the time they started to wonder through the Colorado Waists hoping to meet somebody for information. after a few days they met a man by the name of Max. He had sold them supplies and maps of the best kept areas after the war. After a day of planning they started to head south towards California, they had decided, they were going to Las Vegas. When they finally got to the Mojave waists they were surprised how many people there were just wandering the strip. after spending a few days in a hotel outside the city they had decided to become caravaners, to travel across the waists selling goods and supplies to those who need it. In the Mojave wasteland people struggle everyday to survive and with the second battle of Hoover dam drawing near it seems to be making the lives of its citizens and also those of the NCR unbearable.
Is that better I spent a hour on it. :smile.gif: I am sorry for wasting your time if it is not. :sad.gif:
Cooldownpills
Well, I griefed because someone griefed me. Story:
One day, I was improving that one old enclave base with the submarine. I worked 5 hours on it, then I showed the guy who is second command in the Enclave it, he liked it. So< I went to sleep that night hoping the server will be up by tomorrow to start role playing. My Saturdays are causally busy, since I go storage hunting and go to auctions, so I went home after a tiring day, see what was happening on the server. I spawned on the top of a mountain, hoping to see the base again to make sure it's safe. When I went there, I say a strange look out, wasn't there before. So I went to cover it up, thinking Red_Harlow probably made it because he was trying ot help me. So I venture into the front door, the iron door was missing, so I replaced it and went into the tunnel. When I went inside, I was confused. This wasn't my base... it was a vault. So I went back outside, trying to gain my sense again if that was really it. So, I /home and I went back into the area. I'm like "Wtf". Then I explore the place, and realized this must be my base. So, I diged in the ground a little, to make sure it had iron the the bottom, like I put. So I'm like raging because I found some and the water that I put there. So, I went raging in the base, clicking like mad. Then, I broke some blocks, and thought it wasn't enough, so I spilled lava everywhere, to give that builder some hell. Note: I don't know who I 'griefed'. So I get out, I'm like mad-mad. So I put a sign that said "You griefed and built over my base, enjoy lava!". Then I rage-quit
No, I won't grief again since I won't get creative since the server is opening today? Well, with creative I won't grief, the only the thing that made me was that guy made me rage by griefing my base.
Zimmeme banned me I think...
Any admins want to read and want to un-ban me from my deeds?
OK, that was you Cooldown? This is actually all my fault. i've been working some night shifts and met up with Rest1in1peices (espeillio) and we decided to build the Enclave Hellfire Division base were the sub was. I looked through the sub and got a bit pissed because someone had deleted everything and had redone it. So i said ok what ever and we deleted it and fixed up the place. After a while we cleaned it up and Put E on the wall and put 101st on the Vetibird launch pad. (Hence your mix up with 101 vault) and we moved on to the target range and such. This morning (3am to 5am) i logged on because of some Greif reports and i fixed it in about 3 seconds. I noticed that the greif was totally random so i see where you raged and then quit. We had no idea that you were fixing up the sub we were just clearing out the place to make room for a new layout. This is COMPLETELY MY FAULT. and you shouldn't be punished for my mistake. I do have to admit your reaction was immature but no one was above what you did. even i might of done that if i had worked hard enough. So i'm not going to take the high ground on this. Its completely my fault i appologize for the damage done and hence forth. I'll un-bann you tommorro (Because the punishment still stands D:)
Thanks for tellings me, sorry for redoing **** behind your back. Partly my fault instead of telling admins, I griefed
Age:16
Role-Play Exp.:Herocraft, threekIngsrp, and MIddleEarthServer.
Why Us: Because all my friends say this server Is one of the best and I really love the lore with fallout.
Time You Can Dedicate: about 4 to 5 hrs per day 6 on weekends
IC
Name: Alexander
Gender: Male
Age:25
Appearance: 5’ 10” 145lbs army cut hears.
Fears: My only fears are night and super mutants.
Personality: I am a strong leader. Will always charge in to battle
Occupation: caravan.
SkIlls:CQC. Also I am a good shot.
Nickname (Optional): Alex
RP Example (Add Dialogue): As we travel down the highway we see someone off In the distance. He begins to fire! "****!" We then all run for cover. A Insistence firefight ensues. After 50 minutes they are all dead and we begin scavenge there body's. "Hey what Is this?" as my friend pulls out a paper. "****! Alex It’s a bounty" "Who for?" "You" he replies.
Back-story (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Raised in a vault in Colorado Springs that was previously NORAD but redesigned in to vault 27 before the war. He lived a mundane Vault life. Until his there was an freak accident in which a main vent opened and it killed everyone except his four best friends as they were in a basement tunnel where they went supposed to be. When they went back, they were greeted by an air lock; the only way; back through the tunnel. When they finally reached the end, after about a day of stumbling through darkness. They saw a light at the end of a tunnel. As they emerged the sun was glaring and they found themselves outside of town. Vault 27 was very vulnerable, being such a high priority target for the enemy that the entire city was covered in radiation that would kill most people on
Denied with passion.
Ok, now that I have your attention you must feel terrible acknowledging that you just read the previous sentence. Congrats, you will never get this 10 seconds of your life back... umad?!?!
IGN: honorspark28
Acceptance: I PM'ed Anarchy my application and he accepted it, so it's not on the forum. I can PM the acceptance or post it if you wish, I still have the messages :smile.gif:
One thing i hate more than my dad, are people who ignore me.
Hit me up on psn for tekken tag 2 games, or tekken rev.
Exhorresco
If I get whitelisted, I'd love to, :tongue.gif:
Edit: I got whitelisted. ^.^
IGN: Sparky223
Age: 16
Role-Play Exp.: Minecraft? Zero. Forums? Five Years
Why Us: I'm addicted to both Minecraft and Fallout. Might as well solve both with bringing those two into the same thing, right?
Time You Can Dedicate: As much as I can? I dunno. I got high school and stuff. So, I'll probably be on when I have the free time for it. Can't really give an exact estimate.
IC
Name: Ronnie
Gender: Female
Age: 18
Appearance: Dressed in a gray sweater three times her size, a pair of mix match blue jeans, and blue lens goggles, Ronnie looks like she robbed some department store off in Boulder City, or the smoldering remains of it. Rather common clothes found along wanderers, but that doesn't bug her in the least. It isn't the best form of protection, but having clothes is a plus that she isn't going to question. Besides her clothes, Ronnie has shortly cropped brown hair that curls around her face, when it isn't scraggly from the wind or filled with grains of Mojave sand. She has a bright pair of blue eyes that are usually sealed behind the goggles due to their sensitivity. Her skin is tanned from the constant sun, and her body is thin framed. All in all, nothing over the top or special to look at.
Fears: Ronnie doesn't fear much, nor are any of her fears phobias. She's scared of what anyone would expect someone to be scared off. She's scared when she's outnumbered, or when a deathclaw swings around a corner ready to rip her to pieces. You know, the normal stuffs.
Personality: Laid back and passive, Ronnie doesn't come across as threatening. To everyone, she's just another prospector who does some other work to the side. She's got a dry sense of humor and rather open minded. Around everyone, she displays a sense of confidence that is neither overbearing or undetectable. She feels comfortable in the wastes and it shows in her body language. This wastelander doesn't go out of her way to hurt others, but nothing would stop her from ending a fight either. Morally, she's the sort that sits right in the middle. She's no saint, but she's not going to hell in a hand basket. Often caught up in her own thoughts, Ronnie is a big thinker who has plenty of questions about the world around her. She's still trying to find her place, explaining her nomadic habits.
Occupation: Mercenary
Skills: Guns, Sneak, Survival
Nickname (Optional): None
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
Prospector: Oy Oy OYYYYY! You little brat, why'd you go and do THAT?
*there's the sound of caps being dragged across a tabletop, followed by snickering*
Ronnie: What? I had a six to play. Decided it might be nice to make my last caravan a perfect 21. *she says in a neutral tone of voice, but the ever growing smirk and arching eyebrows says differently*
Prospector: *he rubs at his forehead, leaning back in his old, cracked chair. His mud crusted boots were propped onto the table as he leaned back* Dammit. Wanted to use those caps for a nice shot of whiskey, woulda hit the spot.
Ronnie: *merely rolls her eyes, gathering her deck of worn cards to shuffle again for another game* Shouldn't have gone off betting then, sir. *she arches the cards, watching them collapse into place before splitting and doing the same again*
Prospector: oh, don't pull that sir bullcrap on me. That was highway robbery. You come waltzing in here, pulling out that deck of yours, and just askin' for some man to swing along and dare try taking your money.
Ronnie: And you decided to be the one with the balls to do it?
Prospector: Eh, don't back away from a challenge to often, yah know? Win some, lose some.
Ronnie: I ain't nothin special. Just played enough games to know some tricky tricks, that sort of junk.
Prospector: Or you went up to Vegas to snag as many cards from a casino if you could. You played so many face cards it was driving me crazy, half that deck of yours is kings and queens. You got a brick right there. Throw that deck at some power armored brute and you'd most likely crack his skull even with that helmet.
Ronnie: *snickers* Well, that is a mighty fine point you got there. Might as well buy a round for the both of us. Best way to spend my winnings, eh?
Prospector: Bought damn time. I thought I'd be waiting all day.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): You know, growing up in the Mojave isn't rainbows and sunshine. People die, people live, or people screw other people over, it's just one big clump of bad meeting worse. Ronnie's seen it all. What can you expect? Her parents were Great Khans, part of the biggest baddest gang around these dunes. She grew up around drugs, money, and the worst of the worst. It's a miracle she didn't end up some nut job, but that can be extended to anyone living outside the concrete walls of New Vegas. For awhile, her parents stuck around, but there was a bit of a mix up with some caps. Some where there and some weren't. Obviously, her parent's had been stockpiling some caps to the side to fund their own needs. So, the parents took off at night with their little girl and whatever chems they could stash. Her parents weren't the best, they were more like a bunch of clingy junkie friends then actual parents.
Eventually, it got to the point where Ronnie grew up. Surprising, eh? She started traveling around the wastes, dropping her parents off at some trailer not too far from Novac. She stops by to drop off supplies and check on the two kids that gave birth to her. The roles are rather reverse in this family, but it doesn't bother Ronnie any. Most of the time, she just drifts from place to place. Primarily independent, she does mercenary work to make a living. Besides that, her life is more about exploring or traveling down abandoned mine shafts to see what she can discover. Her life is filled with the simple joys of adventure and freedom, something expected from a kid who grew up with free thinkers like a bunch of chemed out adults.
All in all, Ronnie's had one hell of a rushed life, but it came with so much freedom afterward. Just imagine living your whole childhood hoping to be a khan like good old mom and pa, then finding out your parents aren't barrels of sunshine and you can't join the gang you grew up in. It's a bit of a let down, but Ronnie has a habit of rolling with the punches. It didn't really effect her in retrospect. If anything, it made her pause and think “hey, what else could I do now?”. It opened her eyes to the world around her, made her believe that being on your own in such a big world was just fine. To this day, she doesn't think back to Red Canyon or Bitter Springs. All she thinks about is the future and what it holds for a brat with some cheap stone sword at her side.
IGN: Remisa
Whitelisted: Page 385
IGN: Bourne223
page: http://falloutwarneverchanges.freeforums.org/whitelist-app-t8-10.html
applied on the ACTUAL FWNC forums too. U mad bros that waited for days on this over-saturated thread?
Stop reposting denied
i don't think that playing an "RPG" game like KOTOR, scrolls, or other Vid-games is what is meant by "RP experience". Table top RP is probably more akin to what is wanted. so if your only RP experience is in video games, you might want to check out sites like http://www.obsidianportal.com/ and http://rpol.net/ to get some real RP experience tabletop style and build up the necessary skills for such an obviously serious RP server as this.
HOWEVER, i do not include Fallout games in the category of RPG vids that are less useful because they are what the server is based on and so (obviously) useful in that you will know the lore and the history of this current conflict. However, the amount of background created and posted by the hardworking staff is significant enough that even a fallout noob such as I (i've only seen the fallout world from some useful wiki pages and some kick ass RP campaigns my friend set up) can successfully maneuver this server.
also protip: after hanging out late night at girlfriend's house, if you go to close the door after you leave and see something clear and rubber-ish hanging from the door-knob, don't touch it.
Peave out FWNC Fans
Well, I griefed because someone griefed me. Story:
One day, I was improving that one old enclave base with the submarine. I worked 5 hours on it, then I showed the guy who is second command in the Enclave it, he liked it. So< I went to sleep that night hoping the server will be up by tomorrow to start role playing. My Saturdays are causally busy, since I go storage hunting and go to auctions, so I went home after a tiring day, see what was happening on the server. I spawned on the top of a mountain, hoping to see the base again to make sure it's safe. When I went there, I say a strange look out, wasn't there before. So I went to cover it up, thinking Red_Harlow probably made it because he was trying ot help me. So I venture into the front door, the iron door was missing, so I replaced it and went into the tunnel. When I went inside, I was confused. This wasn't my base... it was a vault. So I went back outside, trying to gain my sense again if that was really it. So, I /home and I went back into the area. I'm like "Wtf". Then I explore the place, and realized this must be my base. So, I diged in the ground a little, to make sure it had iron the the bottom, like I put. So I'm like raging because I found some and the water that I put there. So, I went raging in the base, clicking like mad. Then, I broke some blocks, and thought it wasn't enough, so I spilled lava everywhere, to give that builder some hell. Note: I don't know who I 'griefed'. So I get out, I'm like mad-mad. So I put a sign that said "You griefed and built over my base, enjoy lava!". Then I rage-quit
No, I won't grief again since I won't get creative since the server is opening today? Well, with creative I won't grief, the only the thing that made me was that guy made me rage by griefing my base.
Zimmeme banned me I think...
Any admins want to read and want to un-ban me from my deeds?
OK, that was you Cooldown? This is actually all my fault. i've been working some night shifts and met up with Rest1in1peices (espeillio) and we decided to build the Enclave Hellfire Division base were the sub was. I looked through the sub and got a bit pissed because someone had deleted everything and had redone it. So i said ok what ever and we deleted it and fixed up the place. After a while we cleaned it up and Put E on the wall and put 101st on the Vetibird launch pad. (Hence your mix up with 101 vault) and we moved on to the target range and such. This morning (3am to 5am) i logged on because of some Greif reports and i fixed it in about 3 seconds. I noticed that the greif was totally random so i see where you raged and then quit. We had no idea that you were fixing up the sub we were just clearing out the place to make room for a new layout. This is COMPLETELY MY FAULT. and you shouldn't be punished for my mistake. I do have to admit your reaction was immature but no one was above what you did. even i might of done that if i had worked hard enough. So i'm not going to take the high ground on this. Its completely my fault i appologize for the damage done and hence forth. I'll un-bann you tommorro (Because the punishment still stands D:)
ToxicSnowmen
Page accepted: 324
101st getting a royal treatment! :tongue.gif:
Age:16
Role-Play Exp.:Herocraft, threekIngsrp, and MIddleEarthServer.
Why Us: Because all my friends say this server Is one of the best and I really love the lore with fallout.
Time You Can Dedicate: about 4 to 5 hrs per day 6 on weekends
IC
Name: Alexander
Gender: Male
Age:25
Appearance: 5’ 10” 145lbs army cut hear.
Fears: My only fears are night and super mutants.
Personality: I am a strong leader. Will always charge in to battle
Occupation: caravan.
SkIlls:CQC. Also I am a good shot.
Nickname (Optional): Alex
RP Example (Add Dialogue): As we travel down the highway we see someone off In the distance. He begins to fire! "****!" We then all run for cover. A Insistence firefight ensues. After 50 minutes they are all dead and we begin scavenge there body's. "Hey what Is this?" as my friend pulls out a paper. "****! Alex It’s a bounty" "Who for?" "You" he replies.
Back-story (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
War. War never changes.
The Romans waged war to gather slaves and wealth. Spain built an empire from its lust for gold and territory. Hitler shaped a battered Germany into an economic superpower.
But war never changes.
In the 21st century, war was still waged over the resources that could be acquired. Only this time, the spoils of war were also its weapons: Petroleum and Uranium. For these resources, China would invade Alaska, the US would annex Canada, and the European Commonwealth would dissolve into quarrelling, bickering nation-states, bent on controlling the last remaining resources on Earth.
In 2077, the storm of world war had come again. In two brief hours, most of the planet was reduced to cinders. And from the ashes of nuclear devastation, a new civilization would struggle to arise.
A few managed to reach the relative safety of underground Vaults. "You were born in the Vault; you will die in the vault." At least that’s what they told us. When atomic fire consumed the Earth, those who survived did so in great underground Vaults. When they opened, their inhabitants set out across the ruins of the old world to build new societies, establishing villages, forming tribes. Raised in a vault in Colorado Springs that was previously NORAD but redesigned in to vault 27 before the war. He lived a mundane Vault life. Until his there was a freak accident in which a main vent opened and it killed everyone except his four friends as they were in a basement tunnel where they went supposed to be. When they went back, they were greeted by an air lock; the only way; back through the tunnel. Vault 27 was very vulnerable, being such a high priority target for the enemy that the entire city was covered in radiation that would kill most people on contact. When they finally reached the end, after about a day of stumbling through darkness. It was dark at first, dark and blurry as a single light slowly came into focus. As they emerged the sun was glaring and they found themselves outside of city. lost and only 16 at the time they started to wonder through the Colorado Waists hoping to meet somebody for information. after a few days they met a man by the name of Max. He had sold them supplies and maps of the best kept areas after the war. After a day of planning they started to head south towards California, they had decided, they were going to Las Vegas. When they finally got to the Mojave waists they were surprised how many people there were just wandering the strip. after spending a few days in a hotel outside the city they had decided to become caravaners, to travel across the waists selling goods and supplies to those who need it. In the Mojave wasteland people struggle everyday to survive and with the second battle of Hoover dam drawing near it seems to be making the lives of its citizens and also those of the NCR unbearable.
Is that better I spent a hour on it. :smile.gif: I am sorry for wasting your time if it is not. :sad.gif:
Thanks for tellings me, sorry for redoing **** behind your back. Partly my fault instead of telling admins, I griefed
ignored
accepted page 375
thanks
IGN: ximeeen
Accepted by: InsaneArtist
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