I posted this about an hour ago, and other people got accepted inbetween now and the time I posted, so I guess no one saw it, so here it is.
IGN: RoinBandit
Age: 13
Role-Play Exp.: I have played many other RP servers, and I've played quite a few RPGs
Why Us: It looks like a pretty cool server
Time You Can Dedicate: Not much on weekdays, but during the weekend I can get quite a bit in
IC
Name: Sampson Greene
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Appearance: Ghoul
Fears: Endermen
Personality: Laid back, not usually looking for a fight, but if I need to I can
Occupation: Aerospace Engineer
Skills: Designing spaceships and
Nickname (Optional): Greene
RP Example (Add Dialogue): I'm walking across the Mojave, killing a couple of Rad-scorpions, when I see something odd in the distance. It looks like smoke, I walk over to it to get a better look. When I get near I can tell it's a little town, and something bad has happened, the houses seem to be ruined, it smells horrible, and there's a fire nearby. When I walk into the town I see something horrific. It's at least 20 people, not quite dead, hung on crosses. There is bunch of stuff piled up near the middle of town lit on fire, and there's a half-melted skeleton on top of it. I start to leave and there's a man named Oliver that looks pretty happy. He keeps yelling about "the lottery" so I walk up to him.
Oliver: Smell that air! Couldn't you just drink it like booze?
Me: Are you feeling alright?
Oliver: Man, I've never been better!
Me: I heard you yelling something about "the lottery" what lottery were you talking about?
Oliver: What lottery? THE lottery, that's what lottery! Are you stupid? Only lottery that matters!
He then runs off yelling like it was the best day of his life. Just as I'm about to leave town I hear something. I turn around and seem a large group of people around the fire, I walk up to them and they act very cautious around me, but what seems like their leader tells them to put their weapons down. He says his name is "Vulpes Inculta" and that he is a follower of Ceaser.
He asks me to join his faction, but I politely decline. "What a shame" he says, and him and his posse walk away. I haven't seen him since, but I have a feeling he'll show up again...
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): I moved from Peru when I was 16 because the crime rate was so high. My sister was shot in the leg at age 12 because of some boffout-addicted gangsters and she almost didn't survive, but after she recovered we moved as soon as possible. When we got to west California, things were starting to look up for a while, nowhere near as much crime, but there were a few problems we ran into. When I was about 19 there were a few raiders who came near our house looking for trouble. My dad and I went out to shoo them off, but they wouldn't leave, so he brought out his single shotgun, and me my varmint rifle, and after we killed a couple they ran away. After that my dad started to show me how to survive in the wasteland, so I can go hunting for food for the family, he gave me a pip boy, explained how to use it, and said he thought I was ready. One night I was out getting some food for the family when I heard a loud noise, I ran back to the house and no one was home, but I saw someone was leaving through the back door, so I followed them and found my parents dead on the ground, and I could see a truck full of odd red-coated people driving away. I still haven't found them yet, but now it's 4 years later and I'm still lookin' for them. I know it's probably no use, but who knows, I might find 'em someday. For now I'm searching around (wherever this server takes place), maybe something will come up...
I posted this about an hour ago, and other people got accepted inbetween now and the time I posted, so I guess no one saw it, so here it is.
IGN: RoinBandit
Age: 13
Role-Play Exp.: I have played many other RP servers, and I've played quite a few RPGs
Why Us: It looks like a pretty cool server
Time You Can Dedicate: Not much on weekdays, but during the weekend I can get quite a bit in
IC
Name: Sampson Greene
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Appearance: Ghoul
Fears: Endermen
Personality: Laid back, not usually looking for a fight, but if I need to I can
Occupation: Aerospace Engineer
Skills: Designing spaceships and
Nickname (Optional): Greene
RP Example (Add Dialogue): I'm walking across the Mojave, killing a couple of Rad-scorpions, when I see something odd in the distance. It looks like smoke, I walk over to it to get a better look. When I get near I can tell it's a little town, and something bad has happened, the houses seem to be ruined, it smells horrible, and there's a fire nearby. When I walk into the town I see something horrific. It's at least 20 people, not quite dead, hung on crosses. There is bunch of stuff piled up near the middle of town lit on fire, and there's a half-melted skeleton on top of it. I start to leave and there's a man named Oliver that looks pretty happy. He keeps yelling about "the lottery" so I walk up to him.
Oliver: Smell that air! Couldn't you just drink it like booze?
Me: Are you feeling alright?
Oliver: Man, I've never been better!
Me: I heard you yelling something about "the lottery" what lottery were you talking about?
Oliver: What lottery? THE lottery, that's what lottery! Are you stupid? Only lottery that matters!
He then runs off yelling like it was the best day of his life. Just as I'm about to leave town I hear something. I turn around and seem a large group of people around the fire, I walk up to them and they act very cautious around me, but what seems like their leader tells them to put their weapons down. He says his name is "Vulpes Inculta" and that he is a follower of Ceaser.
He asks me to join his faction, but I politely decline. "What a shame" he says, and him and his posse walk away. I haven't seen him since, but I have a feeling he'll show up again...
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): I moved from Peru when I was 16 because the crime rate was so high. My sister was shot in the leg at age 12 because of some boffout-addicted gangsters and she almost didn't survive, but after she recovered we moved as soon as possible. When we got to west California, things were starting to look up for a while, nowhere near as much crime, but there were a few problems we ran into. When I was about 19 there were a few raiders who came near our house looking for trouble. My dad and I went out to shoo them off, but they wouldn't leave, so he brought out his single shotgun, and me my varmint rifle, and after we killed a couple they ran away. After that my dad started to show me how to survive in the wasteland, so I can go hunting for food for the family, he gave me a pip boy, explained how to use it, and said he thought I was ready. One night I was out getting some food for the family when I heard a loud noise, I ran back to the house and no one was home, but I saw someone was leaving through the back door, so I followed them and found my parents dead on the ground, and I could see a truck full of odd red-coated people driving away. I still haven't found them yet, but now it's 4 years later and I'm still lookin' for them. I know it's probably no use, but who knows, I might find 'em someday. For now I'm searching around (wherever this server takes place), maybe something will come up...
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): Andres wasn't very good at making friends(He has only really had a friend or too). The losses he had were many. He had lost his parents and younger sister in a raid. His Father and him took shifts at guarding the small abandoned bunker. He was only fifteen when the bunker was raided. He had been changing shifts with his father when the door had broken down. His father was only picking up the rifle when this had happened. Andres had not had a lot of experience, growing up in vault 91 and all. His father and mother were the first to be taken down. He had ran past the raiders and ran for as far as he could. He saw a little town in the distance. He ran to it searching for safety.
He was taken under the wing of a man named Damien. He knew his way with guns and taught Andres to wield one. Damien had slowly grown to be a Mentor and Father to Andres. When Damien grew sick, Andres had just turned 17. He knew it was time to leave the small town. He ran to the closest Super-mart to find any medicine that hadn't already been scavenged. When he got back he found Damien dead and the town raided. He found a small letter saying from the leader of a small raider clan. It was a bounty. It read " Andres Hispanic Male about 6'1 Bounty 1000 caps" A picture of Andres a little lower. He took the rifle Damien kept under his bed. He has roamed the wastes for 3 months after. Finding an abandoned puppy and Proof that his sister made it out alive.
IGN:twister720
Age:13
Role-Play Exp.:I played on many minecraft role-plays. I try not to break character
Why Us:I love fallout and minecraft.
Time You Can Dedicate:5 days a weed
IC
Name:Jacoby Bowden
Age:17
Appearance:skinny:brown hair: no facial hair.
Fears:Hates spiders and being alone at night
Personality:Nice if you are nice to him. Hurt him he hurts you twice as hard.
Occupation:Bartender
Skills:Can fill a drink perfectly
Nickname (Optional):Ghost
RP Example (Add Dialogue):"Hey, where did you grow up ,Ghost," man asked
"where I grew up don't matter no more," Ghost yelled
[u][i]Backstory (1-2 [b]LONG paragraphs):
Jacoby grew up in a small town. His Mother was a bartender.His father was a mercenary for the Brotherhood. When Jacoby was 7 he knew his guns like the back of his hand. His father taught everything he needed to know about them.His mother never liked it, but she had no say in it. When Jacoby was 8, his father got shot and died. Jacoby started to misbehave. He broke into innocent civilians houses and stole their goods. His friends called him "Ghost" because he could go anywhere without getting caught. When he was 12, his mother got severe radiation poisoning and she couldn't work. Ghost got pissed and started stealing more stuff. One time, he tried to steal from the local bar and got caught.
To make up for it, Ghost had to mop the floors and clean the dishes for 2 years. After his sentence was finished, he was offered a full time bartender. He did that until he was 17. His mother died when he was 17. Ghost was full of emotions and didn't show up for work for 2 weeks. Ghost's boss fired him for it. Of course, Ghost wasn't too happy about it. He murdered the bar owner, then the town officials were after him. Ghost pulled out his 9mm and shot 3 of them. After this, he booked it to the town gates. A guard started to close the gate, but Ghost shot him before he could. He sprinted out the gates and shut it behind him.
Unfortunately, his adventure wasn't over. Ahead of him was 3 raiders. They laughed and pointed guns at him. Ghost was filled with fear. He pulls his 9mm up with lighting speed and shoots one in the face, but not fast enough. One of them shot his knee caps out. Ghost was incapacitated and trying to crawl away. They laugh at his attempt, then knock him out. He wakes up to a shinning light in his face. Ghost can hear chatter around him, but cannot see with the light in his eye. He hears someone say, "He is awake, dim the lights." Ghost soon notices he is in a bedroom with a woman setting a glass of water next to him. First, he is startled. He soon realizes that she isn't a threat.
"I fixed your knees. Good as new" a woman says
"Where am I?" Ghost asked.
"You are in the Mohave Inn. You can call me Sydney." Sydney told him.
"Why did you save me?"
"I'm not going to let a helpless man die"
"I have to go. Sorry, you won't understand"
"What is there to understand. I understand I saved your life."
Ghost gets out of the bed and leaves the inn. Ghost looks for a town exit and finds one. He sees a 9mm on a barrel by the gate. Ghost grabs the gun and heads out the gate. This is when his adventure starts.
I posted this about an hour ago, and other people got accepted inbetween now and the time I posted, so I guess no one saw it, so here it is.
IGN: RoinBandit
Age: 13
Role-Play Exp.: I have played many other RP servers, and I've played quite a few RPGs
Why Us: It looks like a pretty cool server
Time You Can Dedicate: Not much on weekdays, but during the weekend I can get quite a bit in
IC
Name: Sampson Greene
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Appearance: Ghoul
Fears: Endermen
Personality: Laid back, not usually looking for a fight, but if I need to I can
Occupation: Aerospace Engineer
Skills: Designing spaceships and
Nickname (Optional): Greene
RP Example (Add Dialogue): I'm walking across the Mojave, killing a couple of Rad-scorpions, when I see something odd in the distance. It looks like smoke, I walk over to it to get a better look. When I get near I can tell it's a little town, and something bad has happened, the houses seem to be ruined, it smells horrible, and there's a fire nearby. When I walk into the town I see something horrific. It's at least 20 people, not quite dead, hung on crosses. There is bunch of stuff piled up near the middle of town lit on fire, and there's a half-melted skeleton on top of it. I start to leave and there's a man named Oliver that looks pretty happy. He keeps yelling about "the lottery" so I walk up to him.
Oliver: Smell that air! Couldn't you just drink it like booze?
Me: Are you feeling alright?
Oliver: Man, I've never been better!
Me: I heard you yelling something about "the lottery" what lottery were you talking about?
Oliver: What lottery? THE lottery, that's what lottery! Are you stupid? Only lottery that matters!
He then runs off yelling like it was the best day of his life. Just as I'm about to leave town I hear something. I turn around and seem a large group of people around the fire, I walk up to them and they act very cautious around me, but what seems like their leader tells them to put their weapons down. He says his name is "Vulpes Inculta" and that he is a follower of Ceaser.
He asks me to join his faction, but I politely decline. "What a shame" he says, and him and his posse walk away. I haven't seen him since, but I have a feeling he'll show up again...
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): I moved from Peru when I was 16 because the crime rate was so high. My sister was shot in the leg at age 12 because of some boffout-addicted gangsters and she almost didn't survive, but after she recovered we moved as soon as possible. When we got to west California, things were starting to look up for a while, nowhere near as much crime, but there were a few problems we ran into. When I was about 19 there were a few raiders who came near our house looking for trouble. My dad and I went out to shoo them off, but they wouldn't leave, so he brought out his single shotgun, and me my varmint rifle, and after we killed a couple they ran away. After that my dad started to show me how to survive in the wasteland, so I can go hunting for food for the family, he gave me a pip boy, explained how to use it, and said he thought I was ready. One night I was out getting some food for the family when I heard a loud noise, I ran back to the house and no one was home, but I saw someone was leaving through the back door, so I followed them and found my parents dead on the ground, and I could see a truck full of odd red-coated people driving away. I still haven't found them yet, but now it's 4 years later and I'm still lookin' for them. I know it's probably no use, but who knows, I might find 'em someday. For now I'm searching around (wherever this server takes place), maybe something will come up...
Not bad at all. I like it and i hope the white-listers will.
IGN: atwt
Age: 13
Role-Play Exp.: not much
Why Us: the server looks cool, has guns and tank, and overall its easily distinguished itself from all the competition, seriosly all other servers are the same
Time You Can Dedicate: not much, with school and all. about 2 hours on weekdays and 3 or 4 on weekends.
ICName: dace
Gender: male
Age: 13
Appearance: idk, normal, i guess.
Fears: nothing unusual, getting burried alive under gravel, an enemy tank when i dont have a bazooka.
Personality: prefers to work alone, fight from range if possible
Occupation: none, do a bit of everything
Skills: sniping, patience, and stealth.
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
me:"FINNALY, its complete" i said, as i layed the finishing touches out on my base
friend: "what... how did you..."
me: "ya... im a perfectionest..." its easy to be shocked. id built a massive base, and then built a complete artificial hill so realistic my friend never even realized it was there, untill now
friend: "oh, hahaha"
me: "um... whats so funny?"
friend: "you forgot a farm"
me: "O RLY, well... oh... ya i forgot a farm...
friend: "haha
me: "brb..."
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs: alright, ive never actully played fallout. but ive been reading on the wiki and im confident i can catch on to everything quick. however, this does make a backstory a bit difficult, but of course im smart, and patient, and quickly came up with a solution.
you see, for my backstory, all you need to know is what happened oh, say, 5 minutes ago. a building collapsed. out of the weckage some nearby travalers dragged out 1 body, mine. all i know is what some big, boss looking guy just told me "that building just collapsed, your the only survivor" whoever was in it with me and who could tell me who i am, are dead. wether there my family, friends, or perhaps even kidnappers, i have no idea who i am.
Dun know... just bored in the trollin' mood today!
Can you please review my app? the suspense is killing me!
Now, now child...
Andres30008 Please post your full app and not just part of it that you revised.
YOU VIOLATED THE LAW!
After you first apply, you only have ONE chance to change it for the better. You did, but it was still declined.
You can no longer apply, or get into the server.
Can you read mine?
How do you know he didn't?
IGN: RoinBandit
Age: 13
Role-Play Exp.: I have played many other RP servers, and I've played quite a few RPGs
Why Us: It looks like a pretty cool server
Time You Can Dedicate: Not much on weekdays, but during the weekend I can get quite a bit in
IC
Name: Sampson Greene
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Appearance: Ghoul
Fears: Endermen
Personality: Laid back, not usually looking for a fight, but if I need to I can
Occupation: Aerospace Engineer
Skills: Designing spaceships and
Nickname (Optional): Greene
RP Example (Add Dialogue): I'm walking across the Mojave, killing a couple of Rad-scorpions, when I see something odd in the distance. It looks like smoke, I walk over to it to get a better look. When I get near I can tell it's a little town, and something bad has happened, the houses seem to be ruined, it smells horrible, and there's a fire nearby. When I walk into the town I see something horrific. It's at least 20 people, not quite dead, hung on crosses. There is bunch of stuff piled up near the middle of town lit on fire, and there's a half-melted skeleton on top of it. I start to leave and there's a man named Oliver that looks pretty happy. He keeps yelling about "the lottery" so I walk up to him.
Oliver: Smell that air! Couldn't you just drink it like booze?
Me: Are you feeling alright?
Oliver: Man, I've never been better!
Me: I heard you yelling something about "the lottery" what lottery were you talking about?
Oliver: What lottery? THE lottery, that's what lottery! Are you stupid? Only lottery that matters!
He then runs off yelling like it was the best day of his life. Just as I'm about to leave town I hear something. I turn around and seem a large group of people around the fire, I walk up to them and they act very cautious around me, but what seems like their leader tells them to put their weapons down. He says his name is "Vulpes Inculta" and that he is a follower of Ceaser.
He asks me to join his faction, but I politely decline. "What a shame" he says, and him and his posse walk away. I haven't seen him since, but I have a feeling he'll show up again...
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): I moved from Peru when I was 16 because the crime rate was so high. My sister was shot in the leg at age 12 because of some boffout-addicted gangsters and she almost didn't survive, but after she recovered we moved as soon as possible. When we got to west California, things were starting to look up for a while, nowhere near as much crime, but there were a few problems we ran into. When I was about 19 there were a few raiders who came near our house looking for trouble. My dad and I went out to shoo them off, but they wouldn't leave, so he brought out his single shotgun, and me my varmint rifle, and after we killed a couple they ran away. After that my dad started to show me how to survive in the wasteland, so I can go hunting for food for the family, he gave me a pip boy, explained how to use it, and said he thought I was ready. One night I was out getting some food for the family when I heard a loud noise, I ran back to the house and no one was home, but I saw someone was leaving through the back door, so I followed them and found my parents dead on the ground, and I could see a truck full of odd red-coated people driving away. I still haven't found them yet, but now it's 4 years later and I'm still lookin' for them. I know it's probably no use, but who knows, I might find 'em someday. For now I'm searching around (wherever this server takes place), maybe something will come up...
IGN: RoinBandit
Age: 13
Role-Play Exp.: I have played many other RP servers, and I've played quite a few RPGs
Why Us: It looks like a pretty cool server
Time You Can Dedicate: Not much on weekdays, but during the weekend I can get quite a bit in
IC
Name: Sampson Greene
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Appearance: Ghoul
Fears: Endermen
Personality: Laid back, not usually looking for a fight, but if I need to I can
Occupation: Aerospace Engineer
Skills: Designing spaceships and
Nickname (Optional): Greene
RP Example (Add Dialogue): I'm walking across the Mojave, killing a couple of Rad-scorpions, when I see something odd in the distance. It looks like smoke, I walk over to it to get a better look. When I get near I can tell it's a little town, and something bad has happened, the houses seem to be ruined, it smells horrible, and there's a fire nearby. When I walk into the town I see something horrific. It's at least 20 people, not quite dead, hung on crosses. There is bunch of stuff piled up near the middle of town lit on fire, and there's a half-melted skeleton on top of it. I start to leave and there's a man named Oliver that looks pretty happy. He keeps yelling about "the lottery" so I walk up to him.
Oliver: Smell that air! Couldn't you just drink it like booze?
Me: Are you feeling alright?
Oliver: Man, I've never been better!
Me: I heard you yelling something about "the lottery" what lottery were you talking about?
Oliver: What lottery? THE lottery, that's what lottery! Are you stupid? Only lottery that matters!
He then runs off yelling like it was the best day of his life. Just as I'm about to leave town I hear something. I turn around and seem a large group of people around the fire, I walk up to them and they act very cautious around me, but what seems like their leader tells them to put their weapons down. He says his name is "Vulpes Inculta" and that he is a follower of Ceaser.
He asks me to join his faction, but I politely decline. "What a shame" he says, and him and his posse walk away. I haven't seen him since, but I have a feeling he'll show up again...
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): I moved from Peru when I was 16 because the crime rate was so high. My sister was shot in the leg at age 12 because of some boffout-addicted gangsters and she almost didn't survive, but after she recovered we moved as soon as possible. When we got to west California, things were starting to look up for a while, nowhere near as much crime, but there were a few problems we ran into. When I was about 19 there were a few raiders who came near our house looking for trouble. My dad and I went out to shoo them off, but they wouldn't leave, so he brought out his single shotgun, and me my varmint rifle, and after we killed a couple they ran away. After that my dad started to show me how to survive in the wasteland, so I can go hunting for food for the family, he gave me a pip boy, explained how to use it, and said he thought I was ready. One night I was out getting some food for the family when I heard a loud noise, I ran back to the house and no one was home, but I saw someone was leaving through the back door, so I followed them and found my parents dead on the ground, and I could see a truck full of odd red-coated people driving away. I still haven't found them yet, but now it's 4 years later and I'm still lookin' for them. I know it's probably no use, but who knows, I might find 'em someday. For now I'm searching around (wherever this server takes place), maybe something will come up...
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): Andres wasn't very good at making friends(He has only really had a friend or too). The losses he had were many. He had lost his parents and younger sister in a raid. His Father and him took shifts at guarding the small abandoned bunker. He was only fifteen when the bunker was raided. He had been changing shifts with his father when the door had broken down. His father was only picking up the rifle when this had happened. Andres had not had a lot of experience, growing up in vault 91 and all. His father and mother were the first to be taken down. He had ran past the raiders and ran for as far as he could. He saw a little town in the distance. He ran to it searching for safety.
He was taken under the wing of a man named Damien. He knew his way with guns and taught Andres to wield one. Damien had slowly grown to be a Mentor and Father to Andres. When Damien grew sick, Andres had just turned 17. He knew it was time to leave the small town. He ran to the closest Super-mart to find any medicine that hadn't already been scavenged. When he got back he found Damien dead and the town raided. He found a small letter saying from the leader of a small raider clan. It was a bounty. It read " Andres Hispanic Male about 6'1 Bounty 1000 caps" A picture of Andres a little lower. He took the rifle Damien kept under his bed. He has roamed the wastes for 3 months after. Finding an abandoned puppy and Proof that his sister made it out alive.
I hope this was good, made it more descriptive.
Age:13
Role-Play Exp.:I played on many minecraft role-plays. I try not to break character
Why Us:I love fallout and minecraft.
Time You Can Dedicate:5 days a weed
IC
Name:Jacoby Bowden
Age:17
Appearance:skinny:brown hair: no facial hair.
Fears:Hates spiders and being alone at night
Personality:Nice if you are nice to him. Hurt him he hurts you twice as hard.
Occupation:Bartender
Skills:Can fill a drink perfectly
Nickname (Optional):Ghost
RP Example (Add Dialogue):"Hey, where did you grow up ,Ghost," man asked
"where I grew up don't matter no more," Ghost yelled
[u][i]Backstory (1-2 [b]LONG paragraphs):
Jacoby grew up in a small town. His Mother was a bartender.His father was a mercenary for the Brotherhood. When Jacoby was 7 he knew his guns like the back of his hand. His father taught everything he needed to know about them.His mother never liked it, but she had no say in it. When Jacoby was 8, his father got shot and died. Jacoby started to misbehave. He broke into innocent civilians houses and stole their goods. His friends called him "Ghost" because he could go anywhere without getting caught. When he was 12, his mother got severe radiation poisoning and she couldn't work. Ghost got pissed and started stealing more stuff. One time, he tried to steal from the local bar and got caught.
To make up for it, Ghost had to mop the floors and clean the dishes for 2 years. After his sentence was finished, he was offered a full time bartender. He did that until he was 17. His mother died when he was 17. Ghost was full of emotions and didn't show up for work for 2 weeks. Ghost's boss fired him for it. Of course, Ghost wasn't too happy about it. He murdered the bar owner, then the town officials were after him. Ghost pulled out his 9mm and shot 3 of them. After this, he booked it to the town gates. A guard started to close the gate, but Ghost shot him before he could. He sprinted out the gates and shut it behind him.
Unfortunately, his adventure wasn't over. Ahead of him was 3 raiders. They laughed and pointed guns at him. Ghost was filled with fear. He pulls his 9mm up with lighting speed and shoots one in the face, but not fast enough. One of them shot his knee caps out. Ghost was incapacitated and trying to crawl away. They laugh at his attempt, then knock him out. He wakes up to a shinning light in his face. Ghost can hear chatter around him, but cannot see with the light in his eye. He hears someone say, "He is awake, dim the lights." Ghost soon notices he is in a bedroom with a woman setting a glass of water next to him. First, he is startled. He soon realizes that she isn't a threat.
"I fixed your knees. Good as new" a woman says
"Where am I?" Ghost asked.
"You are in the Mohave Inn. You can call me Sydney." Sydney told him.
"Why did you save me?"
"I'm not going to let a helpless man die"
"I have to go. Sorry, you won't understand"
"What is there to understand. I understand I saved your life."
Ghost gets out of the bed and leaves the inn. Ghost looks for a town exit and finds one. He sees a 9mm on a barrel by the gate. Ghost grabs the gun and heads out the gate. This is when his adventure starts.
Not bad at all. I like it and i hope the white-listers will.
Why thank you sir!
Theta is amazing! As is Retribution! WNC FTW! :tongue.gif:
i posted this 1 day ago, but 10 pages ago
never got a response, so reposting it
Hey i recommend making the bio longer. They will deny it if it is that short.