I do not know how much you are wanting an economy in your world, I personally love economies (the good role play ones). I you are thinking about trying to push onto the server, I have some thoughts and ideas you may wanna look into.
First and foremost, I do not want you to think I am trying to force this upon you, but just throwing this out there as ideas and thoughts:
Classes also known as restrictions: Being a more "hardcore" role player I hate the thought of playing a character in the roles of a farmer or smith and set up my shop to have no one come due to the fact that everyone else can farm their own food or make their own tools or weapons. When everyone can do everything money doesn't pass hands often and the market become stagnet. To create an economy, you MUST FORCE money to change hands. This brings me to my point, classes or restrictions. Forcing a player to stay true to their role by making them fully take on the part of their character can work wonders, example. The soldier of the Legion, has no idea how to farm. Being in the "soldier" class, he is unable to wield a hoe. Therefore he can not farm and must go to a farm and buy food or RP out taking his food. Just a few example of basic things that could happen with classes:
Soldier requires a "sword": Soldier travels to the local smith to purchase a sword, the smith in turn needs the ores to make the sword, so he buys the ores from a miner, the miner then goes to mine te ores and sells them to the smith, who makes the weapon who sells the sword to the soldier.
That is jet one example of classes enforcing economy.
Money sinks: when ever there is alot of money in the work, the value of the "dollar" drops. To help maintain a certain amount of money in game. You could develop "money sinks" or things people can spend large amounts of money on for some sort of reward. Just remember money sinks CAN'T be game changing or the game becomes who ever has the most money wins. Or pay to win and that becomes unfun.
Example Money Sinks:
Gates/doors in bases or large towns.
Titles
Names on "billboards"
Etc
If you wish to fully develop an economy, I could continue helping and giving out my ideas. These are just a few, sorry for typos and such I type this on my itouch.
-prongs
I agree, but the Fallout storyline is strict, it'd be hard, but possible.
IGN:jjjakkeeee
Age: 15
Role-Play Exp.: not alot but i will try my best :smile.gif:
Why Us: this server looks amazing so i want to give it a shot
Time You Can Dedicate: almost 4 hours a day minimum
IC
Name: jake
Gender: male
Age: 15
Appearance: ? slim
Fears: hieghts
Personality: pretty good i have alot of friends :tongue.gif:
Occupation: N/A
Skills: anything and everything but mostly farming
Nickname (Optional): jake
RP Example (Add Dialogue): i am jake protector of the independence!
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): i am a typical teenager born and raised in grand old niagra falls canada! i have lived there my whole life and i love to play minecraft!
IGN:jjjakkeeee
Age: 15
Role-Play Exp.: not alot but i will try my best :smile.gif:
Why Us: this server looks amazing so i want to give it a shot
Time You Can Dedicate: almost 4 hours a day minimum
IC
Name: jake
Gender: male
Age: 15
Appearance: ? slim
Fears: hieghts
Personality: pretty good i have alot of friends :tongue.gif:
Occupation: N/A
Skills: anything and everything but mostly farming
Nickname (Optional): jake
RP Example (Add Dialogue): i am jake protector of the independence!
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): i am a typical teenager born and raised in grand old niagra falls canada! i have lived there my whole life and i love to play minecraft!
I agree, but the Fallout storyline is strict, it'd be hard, but possible.
Yes & No, in fallout, you do not see many people able to do EVERYTHING. (Noted their are those who can do alot of thing averagly [Is that even a word?]) It is very much like today, most people do one or two things really good and they make that their profession. Example: I am a Police Officer in training, therefore I know how to Shoot a Gun, I know the history and how to implment laws into the street, and how to talk to people. But I do not know the first thing about computer repair, Broadcasting or farming. So I would like to have an Admin or Owners thoughts, if they say no. I will STFU about it.
-Prongs
Wait Anarchy are you a ghoul? You can live in Jacobstown if you are.
I am not a mutant, just a normal wasteland human. If you are asking because of my earlier comment involving Rimrock, I said that because they go after ghouls and put them in their "purification" chamber. The last ghoul I let out before they did too much too him, and if I recall you almost got put into their "purification" chamber as well, but got out in time.
I am not a mutant, just a normal wasteland human. If you are asking because of my earlier comment involving Rimrock, I said that because they go after ghouls and put them in their "purification" chamber. The last ghoul I let out before they did too much too him, and if I recall you almost got put into their "purification" chamber as well, but got out in time.
I see. The silly enclave and their attempts at "Purifying" the wasteland.
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Hey I was just wondering, when will someone be whitelisting accepted players again? I would like to play on this server as much as the next guy, but I'll take every chance I get. See I don't have any other servers I play on, so I am watching this forum everyday to check when you guys are whitelisting.
Hey I was just wondering, when will someone be whitelisting accepted players again? I would like to play on this server as much as the next guy, but I'll take every chance I get. See I don't have any other servers I play on, so I am watching this forum everyday to check when you guys are whitelisting.
If no one replied to your app just repost it.
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I heard spades and pickaxes speed up destroying blocks, not sure if it's true though :/
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: 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.
Wooooow, our first 'female' to get on to the server, nice app, accepted.
IGN: Zulu11
Age: 14
Role-Play: Since the end of Alpha.
Dedication: I'll play whenever I can, which is a lot
IC
Name: Nova
Age:11
Special Talents: Bows,pistols, snipers.
Homeland: The Oklahoma Sioux Reservations
Fears: The losing of his culture (and life)
Backstory: Nova is a young boy who when he grew up, always wanted to be a a cheif shaman on his little Native Amercian reservation. He was named Nova because when he was born, his parents saw a start expolde into a shower of brightness. Due to problems on the reservations, with alcohol and drugs, his parents set up a casino, which made so much money, they decided to pull in a ride to Vegas. Then, when Nova is separated from his parents are forced into vaults for what seems like forever, he brakes down from the loss of his parents which he will never see again. So before the vaults close, he narrowly escapes, when he becomes a mutant. Yet the strange part is when the vaults find Nova, he is a tree-human. His camoflague from his new body is so excellent, yet that there is practically only one tree in the Mojave Desert. Poor Nova feels like hes an exile to everyone, an alien, a mutant. So he takes out his rage on people with his bow. His deadly bow skills honed from his bow wielding ancestors. He is still humaniod though, and can speak and function properly. And he certantly isn't hungry for brains. But hes found a new friend in battle. Guns. They are more reliable than bows. He his ready to prove he isn't just a mutant. Hes a mutant than can kick other mutant's butts.
IGN: Zulu11
Age: 14
Role-Play: Since the end of Alpha.
Dedication: I'll play whenever I can, which is a lot
IC
Name: Nova
Age:11
Special Talents: Bows,pistols, snipers.
Homeland: The Oklahoma Sioux Reservations
Fears: The losing of his culture (and life)
Backstory: Nova is a young boy who when he grew up, always wanted to be a a cheif shaman on his little Native Amercian reservation. He was named Nova because when he was born, his parents saw a start expolde into a shower of brightness. Due to problems on the reservations, with alcohol and drugs, his parents set up a casino, which made so much money, they decided to pull in a ride to Vegas. Then, when Nova is separated from his parents are forced into vaults for what seems like forever, he brakes down from the loss of his parents which he will never see again. So before the vaults close, he narrowly escapes, when he becomes a mutant. Yet the strange part is when the vaults find Nova, he is a tree-human. His camoflague from his new body is so excellent, yet that there is practically only one tree in the Mojave Desert. Poor Nova feels like hes an exile to everyone, an alien, a mutant. So he takes out his rage on people with his bow. His deadly bow skills honed from his bow wielding ancestors. He is still humaniod though, and can speak and function properly. And he certantly isn't hungry for brains. But hes found a new friend in battle. Guns. They are more reliable than bows. He his ready to prove he isn't just a mutant. Hes a mutant than can kick other mutant's butts.
Denied, more details and story please. (Denied with a passion)
I agree, but the Fallout storyline is strict, it'd be hard, but possible.
Age: 15
Role-Play Exp.: not alot but i will try my best :smile.gif:
Why Us: this server looks amazing so i want to give it a shot
Time You Can Dedicate: almost 4 hours a day minimum
IC
Name: jake
Gender: male
Age: 15
Appearance: ? slim
Fears: hieghts
Personality: pretty good i have alot of friends :tongue.gif:
Occupation: N/A
Skills: anything and everything but mostly farming
Nickname (Optional): jake
RP Example (Add Dialogue): i am jake protector of the independence!
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): i am a typical teenager born and raised in grand old niagra falls canada! i have lived there my whole life and i love to play minecraft!
Denied. IC means what you RP character is like.
Yes & No, in fallout, you do not see many people able to do EVERYTHING. (Noted their are those who can do alot of thing averagly [Is that even a word?]) It is very much like today, most people do one or two things really good and they make that their profession. Example: I am a Police Officer in training, therefore I know how to Shoot a Gun, I know the history and how to implment laws into the street, and how to talk to people. But I do not know the first thing about computer repair, Broadcasting or farming. So I would like to have an Admin or Owners thoughts, if they say no. I will STFU about it.
-Prongs
I am not a mutant, just a normal wasteland human. If you are asking because of my earlier comment involving Rimrock, I said that because they go after ghouls and put them in their "purification" chamber. The last ghoul I let out before they did too much too him, and if I recall you almost got put into their "purification" chamber as well, but got out in time.
I see. The silly enclave and their attempts at "Purifying" the wasteland.
If no one replied to your app just repost it.
IGN: CrunchyCHEEZEIT
Proof I got accepted:
If you need MORE proof, look on page 217
*troll face*
Silly mutants not blowing their brains out when they first got mutated to save us some 'trouble'. *Trollface*
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.
Wooooow, our first 'female' to get on to the server, nice app, accepted.
Hell yeah~
I'll wait to get whitelisted c:
Reposting to get more views. WE NEED MOAR!
IGN: Zulu11
Age: 14
Role-Play: Since the end of Alpha.
Dedication: I'll play whenever I can, which is a lot
IC
Name: Nova
Age:11
Special Talents: Bows,pistols, snipers.
Homeland: The Oklahoma Sioux Reservations
Fears: The losing of his culture (and life)
Backstory: Nova is a young boy who when he grew up, always wanted to be a a cheif shaman on his little Native Amercian reservation. He was named Nova because when he was born, his parents saw a start expolde into a shower of brightness. Due to problems on the reservations, with alcohol and drugs, his parents set up a casino, which made so much money, they decided to pull in a ride to Vegas. Then, when Nova is separated from his parents are forced into vaults for what seems like forever, he brakes down from the loss of his parents which he will never see again. So before the vaults close, he narrowly escapes, when he becomes a mutant. Yet the strange part is when the vaults find Nova, he is a tree-human. His camoflague from his new body is so excellent, yet that there is practically only one tree in the Mojave Desert. Poor Nova feels like hes an exile to everyone, an alien, a mutant. So he takes out his rage on people with his bow. His deadly bow skills honed from his bow wielding ancestors. He is still humaniod though, and can speak and function properly. And he certantly isn't hungry for brains. But hes found a new friend in battle. Guns. They are more reliable than bows. He his ready to prove he isn't just a mutant. Hes a mutant than can kick other mutant's butts.
Denied, more details and story please. (Denied with a passion)
FYI, mutants created at the mariposa military base (I.e me) become 15 feet tall, stronger and smarter. I wouldn't be talking human.