You wanna know.. how to make me smile? just take control of me just for the night.. and If I share my secret your gonna have to keep it, nobody else can see this...
You wanna know.. how to make me smile? just take control of me just for the night.. and If I share my secret your gonna have to keep it, nobody else can see this...
IGN:Andres30008
Age:13
Role-Play Exp.:I've played Fallout 3 and New Vegas, Ive played Dragon age, (both of them) Ive played Oblivion, Played some world of warcraft on an RP server.
Why Us:Because Fallout is an amazing game and seeing 2 great games put together is just an epic mash up.
Time You Can Dedicate: During the week i can only be on from 3pm-11pm But on the weekends from 11am to 3am
IC
Name:Andres
Gender:Male
Age:17
Appearance:Hispanic,Tall,Muscular.
Fears:Loss of dog, Death, Relationships.
Personality:Friendly,Trustworthy, Open-minded, Tough, Determined.
Occupation:Bounty Hunter.
Skills:Accurate, Handy, Athletic.
Nickname (Optional):Andrew.
RP Example (Add Dialogue): I saw the light of the blast. My mother locked the door behind me. I had a quick reaction to hug my puppy. "Your a lucky one." The man in a full brotherhood suit looked down at me. I ran to hug my mother. Her hand was slightly burnt from the radiation. "Mommy, you'll make it right?" She grasped my hand, pushing me aside. It was hard for her. Being a new single mother. Daddy made sure we were all inside before the nuke. 1 week had passed. I was sleeping next to my puppy. When something knocked on the door. "Mom,who is it?" She went up to the door. The door broke open and she was pushed back. "Mom!"
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Losing his mother and father when he was only 10, he only knew one friend. His dog. He has managed to stay alive from scavenging anything he could find. When he was 16 people were looking for him. People wanted to hire him, he was beginning to make a name for himself. He had done whatever he could for caps. Even in the new world people were greedy. Everything was about caps. He did what he could. One year later he applied to join the brotherhood of steel. When his mother was killed the Brotherhood helped him survive until he was 11. He is now looking for his father, who is said to still be alive.
His dog, the only thing he can trust. His loyal dog has been there when needed, He would rather have his life taken over Nino's. He's roamed the ruins of Washington Dc. He's met people but they really weren't what he needed. He traveled to the Mojave in search of a new beginning. Meeting many other people, He fought with the NCR for Hoover Dam, But being kicked out shortly after for a slight incident in the mess hall. Killing over twenty of his own. His dog was severely hurt. He had to carry him for hours in the Mojave saving the only water he had for Nino.
IGN:remnnic888
Age:19
Role-Play Exp.:DND elder scrolls. and larp
Why Us:i love fallout
Time You Can Dedicate:a lot of time lol
IC
Name:Remmy
Gender:male
Age:26
Appearance:dark haired male standing at 6'2" about 153 lbs. dirty skin and ruin looking clothes
Fears:death, war and snakes
Personality:scared out of his mind half the time hardly will go out on his own like to be in a group.
Occupation:has none lol
Skills:building and creating stuff
Nickname (Optional):rem
RP Example (Add Dialogue):"You want me to go were" looks around the room at the 3 men giving him orders. "No i no i don't want to, not alone, who knows what could be out there." Steps away from them standing is ground, hand ready to pull his gun out to shoot, if need to.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):HE was in vault 175 for most of his life. He knows nothing of the outside world. his dad tough him how to create stuff like weapons and tools. Most of the time he was in class studying. He was not the most popular but he got his word done. that made his dad proud of him. HE pass his test when he turned 16 and got a job in the lab, with his father.
Years have pass his father no longer able to work and rem taking over his dads work. one day he stumbled on to a book. he read it in his off time. The book told of earth and how it was before the war. green grass, plains that go for miles, and mountains that brake the sky. He wanted to see that world see if it was back to the way it was. when he turned 26 he fully made up his mind. at night when every one but guards were asleep he went to the valut and hacked it unlocking it. as the alarms sounded he ran out leaving his world behind in to then new world.
IGN:remnnic888
Age:19
Role-Play Exp.:DND elder scrolls. and larp
Why Us:i love fallout
Time You Can Dedicate:a lot of time lol
IC
Name:Remmy
Gender:male
Age:26
Appearance:dark haired male standing at 6'2" about 153 lbs. dirty skin and ruin looking clothes
Fears:death, war and snakes
Personality:scared out of his mind half the time hardly will go out on his own like to be in a group.
Occupation:has none lol
Skills:building and creating stuff
Nickname (Optional):rem
RP Example (Add Dialogue):"You want me to go were" looks around the room at the 3 men giving him orders. "No i no i don't want to, not alone, who knows what could be out there." Steps away from them standing is ground, hand ready to pull his gun out to shoot, if need to.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):HE was in vault 175 for most of his life. He knows nothing of the outside world. his dad tough him how to create stuff like weapons and tools. Most of the time he was in class studying. He was not the most popular but he got his word done. that made his dad proud of him. HE pass his test when he turned 16 and got a job in the lab, with his father.
Years have pass his father no longer able to work and rem taking over his dads work. one day he stumbled on to a book. he read it in his off time. The book told of earth and how it was before the war. green grass, plains that go for miles, and mountains that brake the sky. He wanted to see that world see if it was back to the way it was. when he turned 26 he fully made up his mind. at night when every one but guards were asleep he went to the valut and hacked it unlocking it. as the alarms sounded he ran out leaving his world behind in to then new world.
Sounds like Fallout 3, and there are a few spelling errors. Make it longer and more fleshed out. Denied.
IGN:Andres30008
Age:13
Role-Play Exp.:I've played Fallout 3 and New Vegas, Ive played Dragon age, (both of them) Ive played Oblivion, Played some world of warcraft on an RP server.
Why Us:Because Fallout is an amazing game and seeing 2 great games put together is just an epic mash up.
Time You Can Dedicate: During the week i can only be on from 3pm-11pm But on the weekends from 11am to 3am
IC
Name:Andres
Gender:Male
Age:17
Appearance:Hispanic,Tall,Muscular.
Fears:Loss of dog, Death, Relationships.
Personality:Friendly,Trustworthy, Open-minded, Tough, Determined.
Occupation:Bounty Hunter.
Skills:Accurate, Handy, Athletic.
Nickname (Optional):Andrew.
RP Example (Add Dialogue): I saw the light of the blast. My mother locked the door behind me. I had a quick reaction to hug my puppy. "Your a lucky one." The man in a full brotherhood suit looked down at me. I ran to hug my mother. Her hand was slightly burnt from the radiation. "Mommy, you'll make it right?" She grasped my hand, pushing me aside. It was hard for her. Being a new single mother. Daddy made sure we were all inside before the nuke. 1 week had passed. I was sleeping next to my puppy. When something knocked on the door. "Mom,who is it?" She went up to the door. The door broke open and she was pushed back. "Mom!"
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Losing his mother and father when he was only 10, he only knew one friend. His dog. He has managed to stay alive from scavenging anything he could find. When he was 16 people were looking for him. People wanted to hire him, he was beginning to make a name for himself. He had done whatever he could for caps. Even in the new world people were greedy. Everything was about caps. He did what he could. One year later he applied to join the brotherhood of steel. When his mother was killed the Brotherhood helped him survive until he was 11. He is now looking for his father, who is said to still be alive.
His dog, the only thing he can trust. His loyal dog has been there when needed, He would rather have his life taken over Nino's. He's roamed the ruins of Washington Dc. He's met people but they really weren't what he needed. He traveled to the Mojave in search of a new beginning. Meeting many other people, He fought with the NCR for Hoover Dam, But being kicked out shortly after for a slight incident in the mess hall. Killing over twenty of his own. His dog was severely hurt. He had to carry him for hours in the Mojave saving the only water he had for Nino.
Unless you and your dog are ghouls, than you need to re do your backstory. The great war was a long time ago compared to when our story is taking place. FYI i'm not denying you, nor am I even a whitelister. I just want to help you outl
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Since I was graced enough to be allowed in the server, I thought I'd act as a Beta tester and such, reporting bugs, feedback, and suggestions and such here.
Feedback Section:
/back:
In my opition, this feature serves no place in a Role playing server. This feature only means abuse and I had an experience with this abuse tonight.
Example to its abuse:
I am a "farmer" as of now for the NCR. This dude comes out of now where, yell's "Stop NCR Scum!" a few moments later "Die!" and we begin to fight (this was fully in the rules.) I end up shooting him to death and think to myself 'Hell yeah, first fight and be his ass.' I ended the fight with roughly 1 1/2 hearts. As I start walking away to collect his stuff, I take two hits and fall over dead. It was the same guy that I had just killed, he /back to his death spot I just passed and he kills me and jacks my ****.
That in my opition is total bull ****. To me this plugin offers no advances.
Breaking into a Factions Base:
In the world of RP and such, we have to deal with the fact that people have real lives and such. So there are times that no one within your faction may be on. BUT in the heart of role playing, you would assume that your faction base is always filled with people. Well, I do not know this is agasint the rules, but people of a faction shouldn't be allowed in another faction base.
Example of Abuse:
After getting killed by the guy who /back (see above). I spawned into the NCR base, to find another guy walking around. He walks over to me and tells me to submit or he will use force, assumeing he is a NCR soldier I prepared to explain I was a local farmer, but before I can. I see the guy who killed (see above) who is a Legionaire. He then begins to attack me, I tried to explain that they shouldn't be there due to the fact that it breaks RP due to the "Guards". They then told me there were no "guards".
If there is no rule agasint this, I would love to see one in the future.
I believe that is all for now, thank you for the whitelist and can't wait for launch.
-Prongs
IGN: Broken_Sky Age: 18 Role-Play Exp.: I've been forum roleplaying for many, many years, and I roleplay on the Kingdom of Aeonis server extensively. Why Us: Fallout is one of the best video game series I've ever played, New Vegas being the pinnacle of it all. It's ability to encompass real world events, styles, and social interaction into a post-apocalyptic RPG is incredible, and the fact that there is an RP server dedicated to this concept is something I can't stand not being a part of. Time You Can Dedicate: Several hours day. Every day. (except sundays...)
IC
Name: Rodri (Raw-dree) Gender: Male Age: 273 Appearance: As a ghoul, Rodri's skin, especially on his face, is decaying; losing its elasticity and either peeling away or falling off entirely, revealing raw muscle and other flesh beneath. His nose has been missing for quite some time, as are his eyelids and lips, and his once thick, black, curly hair is now all but thinned and gone. He wears glasses due to his weak vision, and often sports doctor fatigues. Fears: Rodri hates insects of all kinds, and will often scurry at the mere mention of radscorpions, radroaches, or bloatflies. He also expresses an anxiety about his eyes, fearing that his fleeing vision is the beginning of "losing his last good organs." Personality: Rodri is a man of science and reason, and dislikes physical conflict. Because of the warring nature of the Wasteland, this has led Rodri to develop a lonesome nature. Yet, he is ill-capable of defending himself, so will usually surround himself with others who will fight in his defense. His dedication to his work is his last remaining drive, and means everything to him, as he hopes to one day unite the people of the Wasteland by helping people and showing them that Ghouls aren’t all bad. Occupation: Scientist and Doctor Skills: Rodri specializes in Biomedicine technologies and research, and is knowledgable of medicine, both technological and natural. He is also a gifted speaker, attempting to avoid conflicts peaceably and settle disputes without bloodshed. Nickname (Optional): Raw RP Example (Add Dialogue):
“For the last time, smoothskin, we will not agree to being an NCR territory. Take the Bear elswhere.” Rodri remarked. He stared into the face of a battle-hardened NCR Ranger as he spoke, firm in his decision as the town of Novac stood proud behind him.
“I’m not asking, I’m telling you that this settlement will be absorbed into the NCR. What I’m asking is if you will comply peaceably.” The Ranger fingered his firearm.
“Let’s be real here, smoothskin,” Rodri went on, “the Bear just finished wrestling the Bull at Hoover Dam, and I’m gonna bet they aren’t about to spare injured men to take a small insignificant town by force from well-armed settlers and a horde of Energy Weapon wielding ghouls.” Rodri stepped closer to the Ranger, adamant. After a stare down, the soldier finally turned his back and called off the two other soldiers with him, and all three retreated toward Mojave Outpost.
Shouts of joy from the citizens and ghouls of Novac rang out as the soldiers left, and a young human hugged Rodri tightly.
“You weren’t kidding about that diplomacy stuff, huh, Raw?” She looked up at him with a wide smile on her face.
“Actually, smoothskin, I half expected him to shoot me where I stood!” he laughed at his own remark. Once the celebrating settled down a bit, Rodri headed up to his room in the hotel, and grabbed his satchel. Within a few minutes he was out the door and out the gate.
“Going without saying goodbye?” the same human girl asked him as he walked off. Rodri turned around to see her, and smiled his lipless smile.
“Thought it might be too painful for me to have say goodbye to your ugly face.” he said playfully. “And don’t try to out-speak the speaker, you know I have to go. People need my help, and maybe, one person at a time, humans will eventually learn to accept help and friendship from ghouls.”
“Oh, save it, zombie,” the girl said, “I’m not gonna try to convince you to stay. I just wanted to give you a going away present.” She walked over to him and gave him a quick peck on the cheek, seemingly unfazed by his appearance. “Come back soon now, y’hear?” With that she skipped back into the town.
Rodri smiled again before heading off into the Wasteland in the name of science and a better future for his kind. Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): (clipped version)
Early in the morning of a late August day, 2033, Gabriel Rodriguez was born. He grew up a Mormon living in Salt Lake City, Utah, and had an innate instinct for learning. He studied science in school, and was particularly interested in medicine; even programming a Mister Handy Robot to perform minor surgeries.
Gabriel’s life took a turn when the “New Plague” reach Utah, and his family was killed by the disease. He went to California and applied for a position at West Tek in response, hoping to help them find a cure for the disease and all biological weapons. He soon noticed, however, that the U.S. interest in the project was not purely in defense, but offense as well, ordering military scientists to overtake the project and study the side effects of their research. Gabriel left West Tek mere months before the project was transferred to the Mariposa Military Base.
Attempting to research on his own, Gabriel was arrested and jailed. But when leaked information about the research at Mariposa was released, Gabriel stirred the prison into revolt and the prison guards fled. Days later, the sirens sounded, signaling the bombs. Gabriel tried to gather what was left of his reasearch first, and the vault was sealed with him on the wrong side. He fled the city and only barely escaped the blast in a stolen car, but the Nuclear Fallout would forever change him.
After many years of wandering and interacting with survivors, both ghoul and human alike, Gabriel had changed his name to Rodri, inspired by his damaged driver’s liscence which only revealed those letters of his last name. Putting himself to better use for the new world, Rodri became a well known doctor and scientist, and hoped to sway humans’ views of mutants. He eventually found shelter with a group of ghouls called Bright Followers in 2281, and after a failed attempt at riding a rocket to a new land...
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(extended version)
Early in the morning of a late August day, 2033, Gabriel Rodriguez was born. His father, Juan Miguel Rodriguez, was a Mexican immigrant, come up to Utah in search of work. Juan Miguel quickly took an interest in the marital beliefs of the prominent Mormon church of the area, so he joined them and, well, got real busy real quick, which accounted for Gabriel, his brother, and sister all being born within mere minutes of each other...from three different women.
Gabriel, raised in the Mormon religion, early on developed a curious nature as to the reality of God and morality. This curiosity quickly developed into a desire to learn the truth, and so sparked Gabriel’s interest in science.
Graduating at the top of his high school class, and having already reprogrammed a Mister Handy bot to perform minor surgeries by the age of 21, Gabriel’s life seemed promising and perfect. However, the newly arisen “New Plague” found its way to his hometown, and all but one of his mothers (not his birth mother) were killed off by it.
Wanting to put his medical knowledge to better use, Gabriel applied for a job at the Californian defense company West Tek, and was selected to be a part of the research team there that was searching for a way to beat the New Plague and any biological weapons the U.S. might face in the future. This project would soon come to be known as the Pan-Immunity Virion Project.
When testing of their findings came about in 2075, and the U.S. army decided to send in troops and military scientists to oversee the project, Gabriel first sensed something was wrong. He understood that the government was only interested in the adverse side-affects of their experiments, which not only made the test subjects immune but increased their muscle density, size, and brain function. Several months before the project was moved to Mariposa, Gabriel “quit” his position, disappearing without a word.
Back in Utah, Gabriel secretly continued his research in a makeshift lab, but was arrested and jailed in 2076 due to martial law over Salt-Lake City. Less than a year later in 2077, research was leaked about the F.E.V., the current incarnation of the previous P.V.P project. Gabriel saw the full extent of what his actions caused, and in an effort to correct them, spoke out and stirred his fellow inmates into a riot. The prison guards fled the facility and the prisoners, including Gabriel, escaped.
When the alarms signaling the coming apocalypse sounded, Gabriel insisted on recovering his research before heading for Vault 70. But he was too slow in doing so, and the Vault was sealed before he could make it. He stole a car in an attempt to flee, but the car ran on gas, not electricity, and with prices well over $8,000 per gallon, it was not filled very much. Gabriel managed to make it just out of the blast radius of the 13 warheads that pummeled the city before it stalled. The resulting Nuclear fallout was not as easy to escape, however, and Gabriel suffered severe Radiation sickness in the coming months.
By 2080, Ghoulism began to take hold in Gabriel, as he would have already been dead due to the massive amount of radiation on the planet’s surface. He then attempted to flee the state, not knowing that the warheads had hit all over America.
7 years later, Gabriel, now fully ghoulified, arrived just outside of Los Alamos, New Mexico. Here he met another ghoul named Willem Clark, who asked Gabriel to join him and the other survivors of the warheads. Though not fully agreeing with Willem’s goals, Gabriel agreed to help the ghouls of the Reservation collect materials and piece together weapons of their own defense; to defend against “smoothskins”, or pure human survivors. To disassociate himself from his possible enemies, he gave the ghouls a pseudonym instead of his actual name, inspired by his damaged driver’s liscene which now only reveals the letters “------- Rodri----“
After many years in Reservation, Rodri took his leave, feeling the need to put himself to better use for the new and shaken world. He headed to the Mariposa Military Base to confront the creator’s of the F.E.V. who he blamed for the New Plague that killed his family.
On his journey, Rodri became a well known doctor and scientist, albeit almost all normal humans refused to be treated by him. His efforts to sway humans’ views of mutants were rewarded by constant raids for his makeshift chemicals. His journey became very slow, and he wandered the wasteland for years.
Rodri came across a group of ghouls on his way to Mariposa, who called themselves the Bright Brotherhood, and who follow a Glowing One named Jason Bright who is attempting to amass a pilgrimage to a purported haven for ghoulkind. Seeking shelter and acceptance after almost 150 years of wandering, Rodri joined the Brotherhood. After a failed attempt to reach the fabled Far Beyond, Rodri turned to the town of Novac, who is under attack from two rival factions, the NCR, and Caesar’s Legion. He helped them restore their defenses, and fend off the all-absorbing NCR...
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1.That will never end well eventualy the player will go **** this, and tp out, it boring as hell and if done wrong leads to alot of OOC hate.
2.They power game it 150% they go, "Your Hnadcuffed" which in any RP server is a NO NO, you must give them the option first off and a way out. It is unfair and not RP at all.
3. Then youll bicth and maon about haveing no slaves, well lemme tell you this, some peopl will willing become slave, some good rp wont avoid being capture, im saying some because the rest ar 13 year olds you wont play their character and play this like its survial with cool names.
4.If you dont belive me about #3, ask Coastvor8 about me and slaves, I know what im doing....:tongue.gif:. If you dont make the rp fast paced and semi free and fun, plus 100% concented, IT WONT WORK.
Im half tempted to ask for a postion in the legion for a temperoy time to show you the right way to do it, but i dont want to leave the Soveits :tongue.gif:
Keep in mind this is a RP server, you cant force ANYONE to do ANYTHING, sure you can lock them up for 15minutes unwillingly, but theres a quick way out. Slaves on the other hand take sevral RL days.
New rule, legion can only enslave wastelander, they can only imprison ENEMY factions, not neutral, enemy. Along with that the max a prisoner can go for is 3000 caps/64 iron/24 diamond. Slaves can only be wastelanders but don't fret wastelanders, become friendly with a faction and they will protect you from legion. Also all the features like warp and stiff are only used to get from place to place if its important or if in non RP situations, but we might just "Teleponders" which are enderman stones and just say they help you get from place to place for RP sack. Also the server is coming up 10am - 1pm today, but during today and tomorrow we will be adding in plug-ins so expect constant restarts, also the gun mod hasn't been added so that means no vehicle yet.
So I have been gone (ACT is coming up on Saturday, want to make at least a 33. If you are looking to take the ACT anytime soon, start getting ready for it now, folks). Can anyone fill me in on what has happened so far? (I have gone through the posts, but I don't want to miss anything.) Also, what time zone are you talking about when you say that the server will be open?
Oh, and thanks for the whitelist. I'm really looking forward to playing on this server!
New rule, legion can only enslave wastelander, they can only imprison ENEMY factions, not neutral, enemy. Along with that the max a prisoner can go for is 3000 caps/64 iron/24 diamond. Slaves can only be wastelanders but don't fret wastelanders, become friendly with a faction and they will protect you from legion. Also all the features like warp and stiff are only used to get from place to place if its important or if in non RP situations, but we might just "Teleponders" which are enderman stones and just say they help you get from place to place for RP sack. Also the server is coming up 10am - 1pm today, but during today and tomorrow we will be adding in plug-ins so expect constant restarts, also the gun mod hasn't been added so that means no vehicle yet.
Since I was graced enough to be allowed in the server, I thought I'd act as a Beta tester and such, reporting bugs, feedback, and suggestions and such here.
Feedback Section:
/back:
In my opition, this feature serves no place in a Role playing server. This feature only means abuse and I had an experience with this abuse tonight.
Example to its abuse:
I am a "farmer" as of now for the NCR. This dude comes out of now where, yell's "Stop NCR Scum!" a few moments later "Die!" and we begin to fight (this was fully in the rules.) I end up shooting him to death and think to myself 'Hell yeah, first fight and be his ass.' I ended the fight with roughly 1 1/2 hearts. As I start walking away to collect his stuff, I take two hits and fall over dead. It was the same guy that I had just killed, he /back to his death spot I just passed and he kills me and jacks my ****.
That in my opition is total bull ****. To me this plugin offers no advances.
Breaking into a Factions Base:
In the world of RP and such, we have to deal with the fact that people have real lives and such. So there are times that no one within your faction may be on. BUT in the heart of role playing, you would assume that your faction base is always filled with people. Well, I do not know this is agasint the rules, but people of a faction shouldn't be allowed in another faction base.
Example of Abuse:
After getting killed by the guy who /back (see above). I spawned into the NCR base, to find another guy walking around. He walks over to me and tells me to submit or he will use force, assumeing he is a NCR soldier I prepared to explain I was a local farmer, but before I can. I see the guy who killed (see above) who is a Legionaire. He then begins to attack me, I tried to explain that they shouldn't be there due to the fact that it breaks RP due to the "Guards". They then told me there were no "guards".
If there is no rule agasint this, I would love to see one in the future.
I believe that is all for now, thank you for the whitelist and can't wait for launch.
-Prongs
ok, Well were deleteing that nasty ./back thing soon. pm me the guy that backed you's name and i'll talk to him if he does it again he's temp banned. the base thing sounds stupid the only way you can get into faction bases is by walking in a door that was left open. There is no Building up and jumping over. If the door was left open tough luck but if you build to get into a faction base thats a no-no
(( I posted this on your forums but havent seen a reply so Im posting it here )) :biggrin.gif:
OOC
IGN: Ace__Spades
Age: 21
Role-Play Exp.: Played on several RP servers in MC. Also RPed in GTA and WoW
Why Us: I am looking for a more fun, rewarding RP experience. This server has some huge potential as I loved the Fallout series and there are many possibilities here for longer adventure compared to other servers.
Time You Can Dedicate: Several hours per day
IC
Name: Jason Cade
Gender: Male
Age: 21
RP Example:
Me: *lays down a King on a 4 of clubs* Ha! I guess I win again! Caravan just comes second nature I guess.
Ronald Anoir: *lowers hand of cards and places them on the splintered shipping crate* I see... Tell me again where you learned this game lad?
Me: Mr. Anoir, I cant be giving away all of my secrets now can I? *smirks*
Ronald: I dont know if its secrets you have or Lady Luck but I cant see how you always win at this damned card game! *Hands over 200 caps*
Me: Thank you sir! *Glances out the window of the gas station* It seems to be getting dark friend, I better be heading out before Raiders get frisky. No sense in shedding blood after a nice card game is there?
Ronald: Nope, I guess not! We will see you again soon pal. Watch your self out there now!
Me: *Picks up rifle leaning against an old soda fountain* Will do! *Walks out into the dusk*
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
Jason is from a long line of entrepreneurs amassing a great family wealth. His family survived the fallout by taking refuge in the bunker his great grandfather's compound provided. His grandfather owned an extremely successful oil company, and taught Jason's father the meaning of being a warrior, hard work and reward. These same principles were passed down to Jason through his father like his father before him. Jason grew up in the city of the wastes. He never knew much of poverty or loneliness. However, things were growing darker outside the city. Though the NCR was keeping many safe, it seemed they were losing ground. Too many enemies were pushing closer to home. Too close for comfort in Jason's mind.
So, Jason decided he would do something about the darkness in the wastes. He was well taught in business, and he knew he would be fine on his own in terms of finances. He was even accustomed to weaponry as his father was a sharpshooter for the NCR for a good while during a call to arms against the Independence militia. This was Jason's time. He said goodbye to his father and mother and set off into the wastes towards Camp McCarran, in search of a place in history...
You wanna know.. how to make me smile? just take control of me just for the night.. and If I share my secret your gonna have to keep it, nobody else can see this...
gave you a legit application, now read it!
IGN:Andres30008
Age:13
Role-Play Exp.:I've played Fallout 3 and New Vegas, Ive played Dragon age, (both of them) Ive played Oblivion, Played some world of warcraft on an RP server.
Why Us:Because Fallout is an amazing game and seeing 2 great games put together is just an epic mash up.
Time You Can Dedicate: During the week i can only be on from 3pm-11pm But on the weekends from 11am to 3am
IC
Name:Andres
Gender:Male
Age:17
Appearance:Hispanic,Tall,Muscular.
Fears:Loss of dog, Death, Relationships.
Personality:Friendly,Trustworthy, Open-minded, Tough, Determined.
Occupation:Bounty Hunter.
Skills:Accurate, Handy, Athletic.
Nickname (Optional):Andrew.
RP Example (Add Dialogue): I saw the light of the blast. My mother locked the door behind me. I had a quick reaction to hug my puppy. "Your a lucky one." The man in a full brotherhood suit looked down at me. I ran to hug my mother. Her hand was slightly burnt from the radiation. "Mommy, you'll make it right?" She grasped my hand, pushing me aside. It was hard for her. Being a new single mother. Daddy made sure we were all inside before the nuke. 1 week had passed. I was sleeping next to my puppy. When something knocked on the door. "Mom,who is it?" She went up to the door. The door broke open and she was pushed back. "Mom!"
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Losing his mother and father when he was only 10, he only knew one friend. His dog. He has managed to stay alive from scavenging anything he could find. When he was 16 people were looking for him. People wanted to hire him, he was beginning to make a name for himself. He had done whatever he could for caps. Even in the new world people were greedy. Everything was about caps. He did what he could. One year later he applied to join the brotherhood of steel. When his mother was killed the Brotherhood helped him survive until he was 11. He is now looking for his father, who is said to still be alive.
His dog, the only thing he can trust. His loyal dog has been there when needed, He would rather have his life taken over Nino's. He's roamed the ruins of Washington Dc. He's met people but they really weren't what he needed. He traveled to the Mojave in search of a new beginning. Meeting many other people, He fought with the NCR for Hoover Dam, But being kicked out shortly after for a slight incident in the mess hall. Killing over twenty of his own. His dog was severely hurt. He had to carry him for hours in the Mojave saving the only water he had for Nino.
Age:19
Role-Play Exp.:DND elder scrolls. and larp
Why Us:i love fallout
Time You Can Dedicate:a lot of time lol
IC
Name:Remmy
Gender:male
Age:26
Appearance:dark haired male standing at 6'2" about 153 lbs. dirty skin and ruin looking clothes
Fears:death, war and snakes
Personality:scared out of his mind half the time hardly will go out on his own like to be in a group.
Occupation:has none lol
Skills:building and creating stuff
Nickname (Optional):rem
RP Example (Add Dialogue):"You want me to go were" looks around the room at the 3 men giving him orders. "No i no i don't want to, not alone, who knows what could be out there." Steps away from them standing is ground, hand ready to pull his gun out to shoot, if need to.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):HE was in vault 175 for most of his life. He knows nothing of the outside world. his dad tough him how to create stuff like weapons and tools. Most of the time he was in class studying. He was not the most popular but he got his word done. that made his dad proud of him. HE pass his test when he turned 16 and got a job in the lab, with his father.
Years have pass his father no longer able to work and rem taking over his dads work. one day he stumbled on to a book. he read it in his off time. The book told of earth and how it was before the war. green grass, plains that go for miles, and mountains that brake the sky. He wanted to see that world see if it was back to the way it was. when he turned 26 he fully made up his mind. at night when every one but guards were asleep he went to the valut and hacked it unlocking it. as the alarms sounded he ran out leaving his world behind in to then new world.
Sounds like Fallout 3, and there are a few spelling errors. Make it longer and more fleshed out. Denied.
Unless you and your dog are ghouls, than you need to re do your backstory. The great war was a long time ago compared to when our story is taking place. FYI i'm not denying you, nor am I even a whitelister. I just want to help you outl
Check out my guide on how to apply for a server!
Feedback Section:
/back:
In my opition, this feature serves no place in a Role playing server. This feature only means abuse and I had an experience with this abuse tonight.
Example to its abuse:
I am a "farmer" as of now for the NCR. This dude comes out of now where, yell's "Stop NCR Scum!" a few moments later "Die!" and we begin to fight (this was fully in the rules.) I end up shooting him to death and think to myself 'Hell yeah, first fight and be his ass.' I ended the fight with roughly 1 1/2 hearts. As I start walking away to collect his stuff, I take two hits and fall over dead. It was the same guy that I had just killed, he /back to his death spot I just passed and he kills me and jacks my ****.
That in my opition is total bull ****. To me this plugin offers no advances.
Breaking into a Factions Base:
In the world of RP and such, we have to deal with the fact that people have real lives and such. So there are times that no one within your faction may be on. BUT in the heart of role playing, you would assume that your faction base is always filled with people. Well, I do not know this is agasint the rules, but people of a faction shouldn't be allowed in another faction base.
Example of Abuse:
After getting killed by the guy who /back (see above). I spawned into the NCR base, to find another guy walking around. He walks over to me and tells me to submit or he will use force, assumeing he is a NCR soldier I prepared to explain I was a local farmer, but before I can. I see the guy who killed (see above) who is a Legionaire. He then begins to attack me, I tried to explain that they shouldn't be there due to the fact that it breaks RP due to the "Guards". They then told me there were no "guards".
If there is no rule agasint this, I would love to see one in the future.
I believe that is all for now, thank you for the whitelist and can't wait for launch.
-Prongs
Added everyone to whitelist, and server will hopefully be up tomorrow!
IGN: Broken_Sky
Age: 18
Role-Play Exp.: I've been forum roleplaying for many, many years, and I roleplay on the Kingdom of Aeonis server extensively.
Why Us: Fallout is one of the best video game series I've ever played, New Vegas being the pinnacle of it all. It's ability to encompass real world events, styles, and social interaction into a post-apocalyptic RPG is incredible, and the fact that there is an RP server dedicated to this concept is something I can't stand not being a part of.
Time You Can Dedicate: Several hours day. Every day. (except sundays...)
IC
Name: Rodri (Raw-dree)
Gender: Male
Age: 273
Appearance: As a ghoul, Rodri's skin, especially on his face, is decaying; losing its elasticity and either peeling away or falling off entirely, revealing raw muscle and other flesh beneath. His nose has been missing for quite some time, as are his eyelids and lips, and his once thick, black, curly hair is now all but thinned and gone. He wears glasses due to his weak vision, and often sports doctor fatigues.
Fears: Rodri hates insects of all kinds, and will often scurry at the mere mention of radscorpions, radroaches, or bloatflies. He also expresses an anxiety about his eyes, fearing that his fleeing vision is the beginning of "losing his last good organs."
Personality: Rodri is a man of science and reason, and dislikes physical conflict. Because of the warring nature of the Wasteland, this has led Rodri to develop a lonesome nature. Yet, he is ill-capable of defending himself, so will usually surround himself with others who will fight in his defense. His dedication to his work is his last remaining drive, and means everything to him, as he hopes to one day unite the people of the Wasteland by helping people and showing them that Ghouls aren’t all bad.
Occupation: Scientist and Doctor
Skills: Rodri specializes in Biomedicine technologies and research, and is knowledgable of medicine, both technological and natural. He is also a gifted speaker, attempting to avoid conflicts peaceably and settle disputes without bloodshed.
Nickname (Optional): Raw
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
“For the last time, smoothskin, we will not agree to being an NCR territory. Take the Bear elswhere.” Rodri remarked. He stared into the face of a battle-hardened NCR Ranger as he spoke, firm in his decision as the town of Novac stood proud behind him.
“I’m not asking, I’m telling you that this settlement will be absorbed into the NCR. What I’m asking is if you will comply peaceably.” The Ranger fingered his firearm.
“Let’s be real here, smoothskin,” Rodri went on, “the Bear just finished wrestling the Bull at Hoover Dam, and I’m gonna bet they aren’t about to spare injured men to take a small insignificant town by force from well-armed settlers and a horde of Energy Weapon wielding ghouls.” Rodri stepped closer to the Ranger, adamant. After a stare down, the soldier finally turned his back and called off the two other soldiers with him, and all three retreated toward Mojave Outpost.
Shouts of joy from the citizens and ghouls of Novac rang out as the soldiers left, and a young human hugged Rodri tightly.
“You weren’t kidding about that diplomacy stuff, huh, Raw?” She looked up at him with a wide smile on her face.
“Actually, smoothskin, I half expected him to shoot me where I stood!” he laughed at his own remark. Once the celebrating settled down a bit, Rodri headed up to his room in the hotel, and grabbed his satchel. Within a few minutes he was out the door and out the gate.
“Going without saying goodbye?” the same human girl asked him as he walked off. Rodri turned around to see her, and smiled his lipless smile.
“Thought it might be too painful for me to have say goodbye to your ugly face.” he said playfully. “And don’t try to out-speak the speaker, you know I have to go. People need my help, and maybe, one person at a time, humans will eventually learn to accept help and friendship from ghouls.”
“Oh, save it, zombie,” the girl said, “I’m not gonna try to convince you to stay. I just wanted to give you a going away present.” She walked over to him and gave him a quick peck on the cheek, seemingly unfazed by his appearance. “Come back soon now, y’hear?” With that she skipped back into the town.
Rodri smiled again before heading off into the Wasteland in the name of science and a better future for his kind.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
(clipped version)
Early in the morning of a late August day, 2033, Gabriel Rodriguez was born. He grew up a Mormon living in Salt Lake City, Utah, and had an innate instinct for learning. He studied science in school, and was particularly interested in medicine; even programming a Mister Handy Robot to perform minor surgeries.
Gabriel’s life took a turn when the “New Plague” reach Utah, and his family was killed by the disease. He went to California and applied for a position at West Tek in response, hoping to help them find a cure for the disease and all biological weapons. He soon noticed, however, that the U.S. interest in the project was not purely in defense, but offense as well, ordering military scientists to overtake the project and study the side effects of their research. Gabriel left West Tek mere months before the project was transferred to the Mariposa Military Base.
Attempting to research on his own, Gabriel was arrested and jailed. But when leaked information about the research at Mariposa was released, Gabriel stirred the prison into revolt and the prison guards fled. Days later, the sirens sounded, signaling the bombs. Gabriel tried to gather what was left of his reasearch first, and the vault was sealed with him on the wrong side. He fled the city and only barely escaped the blast in a stolen car, but the Nuclear Fallout would forever change him.
After many years of wandering and interacting with survivors, both ghoul and human alike, Gabriel had changed his name to Rodri, inspired by his damaged driver’s liscence which only revealed those letters of his last name. Putting himself to better use for the new world, Rodri became a well known doctor and scientist, and hoped to sway humans’ views of mutants. He eventually found shelter with a group of ghouls called Bright Followers in 2281, and after a failed attempt at riding a rocket to a new land...
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(extended version)
Early in the morning of a late August day, 2033, Gabriel Rodriguez was born. His father, Juan Miguel Rodriguez, was a Mexican immigrant, come up to Utah in search of work. Juan Miguel quickly took an interest in the marital beliefs of the prominent Mormon church of the area, so he joined them and, well, got real busy real quick, which accounted for Gabriel, his brother, and sister all being born within mere minutes of each other...from three different women.
Gabriel, raised in the Mormon religion, early on developed a curious nature as to the reality of God and morality. This curiosity quickly developed into a desire to learn the truth, and so sparked Gabriel’s interest in science.
Graduating at the top of his high school class, and having already reprogrammed a Mister Handy bot to perform minor surgeries by the age of 21, Gabriel’s life seemed promising and perfect. However, the newly arisen “New Plague” found its way to his hometown, and all but one of his mothers (not his birth mother) were killed off by it.
Wanting to put his medical knowledge to better use, Gabriel applied for a job at the Californian defense company West Tek, and was selected to be a part of the research team there that was searching for a way to beat the New Plague and any biological weapons the U.S. might face in the future. This project would soon come to be known as the Pan-Immunity Virion Project.
When testing of their findings came about in 2075, and the U.S. army decided to send in troops and military scientists to oversee the project, Gabriel first sensed something was wrong. He understood that the government was only interested in the adverse side-affects of their experiments, which not only made the test subjects immune but increased their muscle density, size, and brain function. Several months before the project was moved to Mariposa, Gabriel “quit” his position, disappearing without a word.
Back in Utah, Gabriel secretly continued his research in a makeshift lab, but was arrested and jailed in 2076 due to martial law over Salt-Lake City. Less than a year later in 2077, research was leaked about the F.E.V., the current incarnation of the previous P.V.P project. Gabriel saw the full extent of what his actions caused, and in an effort to correct them, spoke out and stirred his fellow inmates into a riot. The prison guards fled the facility and the prisoners, including Gabriel, escaped.
When the alarms signaling the coming apocalypse sounded, Gabriel insisted on recovering his research before heading for Vault 70. But he was too slow in doing so, and the Vault was sealed before he could make it. He stole a car in an attempt to flee, but the car ran on gas, not electricity, and with prices well over $8,000 per gallon, it was not filled very much. Gabriel managed to make it just out of the blast radius of the 13 warheads that pummeled the city before it stalled. The resulting Nuclear fallout was not as easy to escape, however, and Gabriel suffered severe Radiation sickness in the coming months.
By 2080, Ghoulism began to take hold in Gabriel, as he would have already been dead due to the massive amount of radiation on the planet’s surface. He then attempted to flee the state, not knowing that the warheads had hit all over America.
7 years later, Gabriel, now fully ghoulified, arrived just outside of Los Alamos, New Mexico. Here he met another ghoul named Willem Clark, who asked Gabriel to join him and the other survivors of the warheads. Though not fully agreeing with Willem’s goals, Gabriel agreed to help the ghouls of the Reservation collect materials and piece together weapons of their own defense; to defend against “smoothskins”, or pure human survivors. To disassociate himself from his possible enemies, he gave the ghouls a pseudonym instead of his actual name, inspired by his damaged driver’s liscene which now only reveals the letters “------- Rodri----“
After many years in Reservation, Rodri took his leave, feeling the need to put himself to better use for the new and shaken world. He headed to the Mariposa Military Base to confront the creator’s of the F.E.V. who he blamed for the New Plague that killed his family.
On his journey, Rodri became a well known doctor and scientist, albeit almost all normal humans refused to be treated by him. His efforts to sway humans’ views of mutants were rewarded by constant raids for his makeshift chemicals. His journey became very slow, and he wandered the wasteland for years.
Rodri came across a group of ghouls on his way to Mariposa, who called themselves the Bright Brotherhood, and who follow a Glowing One named Jason Bright who is attempting to amass a pilgrimage to a purported haven for ghoulkind. Seeking shelter and acceptance after almost 150 years of wandering, Rodri joined the Brotherhood. After a failed attempt to reach the fabled Far Beyond, Rodri turned to the town of Novac, who is under attack from two rival factions, the NCR, and Caesar’s Legion. He helped them restore their defenses, and fend off the all-absorbing NCR...
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even me?
my minecraft name is Codywg2003
They are trying to force slaves....
1.That will never end well eventualy the player will go **** this, and tp out, it boring as hell and if done wrong leads to alot of OOC hate.
2.They power game it 150% they go, "Your Hnadcuffed" which in any RP server is a NO NO, you must give them the option first off and a way out. It is unfair and not RP at all.
3. Then youll bicth and maon about haveing no slaves, well lemme tell you this, some peopl will willing become slave, some good rp wont avoid being capture, im saying some because the rest ar 13 year olds you wont play their character and play this like its survial with cool names.
4.If you dont belive me about #3, ask Coastvor8 about me and slaves, I know what im doing....:tongue.gif:. If you dont make the rp fast paced and semi free and fun, plus 100% concented, IT WONT WORK.
Im half tempted to ask for a postion in the legion for a temperoy time to show you the right way to do it, but i dont want to leave the Soveits :tongue.gif:
Keep in mind this is a RP server, you cant force ANYONE to do ANYTHING, sure you can lock them up for 15minutes unwillingly, but theres a quick way out. Slaves on the other hand take sevral RL days.
Regards,
Fallout WNC Staff
Crafting_Mines: Accepted.
Oh, and thanks for the whitelist. I'm really looking forward to playing on this server!
And no /back right!? Right... please.
10 AM to 1 PM? What timezone?
The cube had food and maybe ammo. And immortality."
ok, Well were deleteing that nasty ./back thing soon. pm me the guy that backed you's name and i'll talk to him if he does it again he's temp banned. the base thing sounds stupid the only way you can get into faction bases is by walking in a door that was left open. There is no Building up and jumping over. If the door was left open tough luck but if you build to get into a faction base thats a no-no
OOC
IGN: Ace__Spades
Age: 21
Role-Play Exp.: Played on several RP servers in MC. Also RPed in GTA and WoW
Why Us: I am looking for a more fun, rewarding RP experience. This server has some huge potential as I loved the Fallout series and there are many possibilities here for longer adventure compared to other servers.
Time You Can Dedicate: Several hours per day
IC
Name: Jason Cade
Gender: Male
Age: 21
RP Example:
Me: *lays down a King on a 4 of clubs* Ha! I guess I win again! Caravan just comes second nature I guess.
Ronald Anoir: *lowers hand of cards and places them on the splintered shipping crate* I see... Tell me again where you learned this game lad?
Me: Mr. Anoir, I cant be giving away all of my secrets now can I? *smirks*
Ronald: I dont know if its secrets you have or Lady Luck but I cant see how you always win at this damned card game! *Hands over 200 caps*
Me: Thank you sir! *Glances out the window of the gas station* It seems to be getting dark friend, I better be heading out before Raiders get frisky. No sense in shedding blood after a nice card game is there?
Ronald: Nope, I guess not! We will see you again soon pal. Watch your self out there now!
Me: *Picks up rifle leaning against an old soda fountain* Will do! *Walks out into the dusk*
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
Jason is from a long line of entrepreneurs amassing a great family wealth. His family survived the fallout by taking refuge in the bunker his great grandfather's compound provided. His grandfather owned an extremely successful oil company, and taught Jason's father the meaning of being a warrior, hard work and reward. These same principles were passed down to Jason through his father like his father before him. Jason grew up in the city of the wastes. He never knew much of poverty or loneliness. However, things were growing darker outside the city. Though the NCR was keeping many safe, it seemed they were losing ground. Too many enemies were pushing closer to home. Too close for comfort in Jason's mind.
So, Jason decided he would do something about the darkness in the wastes. He was well taught in business, and he knew he would be fine on his own in terms of finances. He was even accustomed to weaponry as his father was a sharpshooter for the NCR for a good while during a call to arms against the Independence militia. This was Jason's time. He said goodbye to his father and mother and set off into the wastes towards Camp McCarran, in search of a place in history...