IGN:NilesDOOM130
Age:12(I do act like a autistic 12 year old just so you now)
Role-Play Exp.:not much actually, the only time i RP is in real life in SCA (forgot what it means but it has to do with foam weaponry and small fights(its well known and is not for geeks,mainly because its painful))
Why Us:I absolutely love the fallout experience and game!
Time You Can Dedicate:every day around 3 PM through 5 PM
IC
Name:Nils Svarazics
Gender:male
Age:21
Appearance:strong and yet very athletic and agility, I prefer paurkour over brute force
Fears:zombie attack (those f*** scare me badly) and death(i survive but lava kills 24-7)
Personality:extremely nice and mostly passive aggressive but will fight when provoked. and loses concentration due to ADHD.
Occupation:liking bunkers that keep me alive!
Skills:very fast and tough keeping a range shooting stuff to gain rep!
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue):"I'll keep my head down till my gun un-jams
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):I specialize in a blade and a pistol(silenced) or assault rifle holding my own at night with a friend. i enjoyed my life before the nukes hit. I was a specialist in the army using stealth. before i was training in martial arts and paurkour,knowing it will be helpful on day. before the nukes i was actually on the mission "anchorage" with the mission to defeat the wretched commies, and in the mission I lost my hand in combat and it was replaced by a robotic one.surviving wasn't fun, I was having a peaceful dinner when the alarm hit.I the rushed home through the chaos, by the time i made it a nuke had hit and damaged me in a bad way. I had gotten to my own nuclear bunker when the bomb hit.I then recorded a recording that cut out in the middle "*gasp gasp* ok I made it but i don't know about the others outside*crying heard in distance* is that a noise! ok im going to investigate *gun cocking heard* what the, is that a little girl *girl* DONT HURT, PLEASE DONT HURT ME* *me* hey im not going to *static* *transition end*
You see what i mean,there was actually a cave-in killing the little girl
Brother hood of steel app
Name (Full):nils Svarizics
Rank you want if wanted?:
Special Talents?:fighting please (most likely in light power armor)
Will you be dedicated?:yes, h*** yes
Why do you want to join the BoS?:they are proud members of the world and will do anything to make the world a better place
Will you be loyal and respectful to your fellow soldiers?:well I am nice and peaceful(occasionally) but i will fight in a duel(only for training!)I will attempt my best to survive with my fellow soldiers,sisters, and brothers!
i hope my app wasn't to big,i also might have problems running the texture pack but I'll attempt my best!
i will donate soon i hope
MCpatcher f***ed me and my dad up badly
im also over see'd by my dad
Man... how much longer untill you guys are done? I am so bored you have no idea. I want to play Minecraft in general but don't have any servers except for yours and it's not done, I am sad. Proof if sadness.
LOOK AT IT!!! This is how I feel.
Why The NCR: Because They sound like they are the ones that make the most sense in this wasteland And I would like to becoma a part of a millitary
Will You Respect Your Fellow Officers and Soldiers: Yes
Will You Fight Until The End: Yes
Skills: I am a high marksman and have been working on my sword fighting
Back Story: Well I don't really remember it being I got shot in the head, lukily, the fl=olks at goodsprings were there to patch me up. I don't know why, but I look totally different from before, Meh, as long as im alive.
Other Skills: kill First, Ask Quetions Never
p.s I know that my application isn't alot, but im a fighter, not a thinker
just be patient guys. thats something you need to learn before you get into high school XD i'm sure that the staff is working very hard to whitelist as many people as they can, and if you're flooding the thread with more questions about and requests for whitelisting, thats only going to make their jobs harder to see who they've accepted. Just calm down and lurkmoar
IGN: Mr_Zathas Age: 17 Role-Play Exp.: All my previous experience was on RP forums. Why Us: I'm pretty impressed with what I've seen so far about this server, and I'd like to get more involved with it. Time You Can Dedicate: 3-4 hours on weekdays. 3-8 on weekends. Usually after 12 PM.
IC
Name: Mathew Krieger Gender: Male Age: 28 Appearance: Caucasian, standing at 5'6" and lightly tanned skin. Mathew has short black hair, a short goatee and brown eyes. He has a thin body, with a little muscle on his arms and legs. His face holds eyes that display little emotion and his mouth is set in a line. Mathew normally wears a suit of leather armor with a duster over top it. Fears: Mathew is afraid of Deathclaws (but seriously, who isn't?), as well as Super Mutants. Personality: A calm and quiet individual. Mathew has little to say, and the only time he really speaks is when addressed or asked a question. And when he does so, he keeps his words straightforward and simple. His few years of scavenging the wastes has left a depressing imprint on him. This has lead to a general pessimistic view on life. He always manages to see the worst in everything, and is now rarely fazed when faced with death or cruelty. To those he opens up to, he reveals the person he was before becoming a scavenger. A kind, humor loving individual. Occupation: Scavenger, Repairman. Skills: Handles rifles very well. Skilled in scavenging, as well as repairing guns. Nickname (Optional): RP Example (Add Dialogue):
Concentrating on the parts in front of him, he juggled them around in his mind. The man across from watched as he attempted to build the rifle. Piece by piece was added until the Hunting Rifle began to take shape. Finally, after a few adjustments, the rifle was finished. Sighing, Mathew put down the rifle and looked to his Father.
"How was I that time, Dad?" Mathew asked, silently begging for good news.
"Not good enough," was his reply. Mathew inwardly groaned.
"But Dad, I don't want to do this anymore! We've been at this for hours!" As much as he liked working with his father's weapons, his mind was starting to wander and his body cramp.
"Exactly," his Father said curtly, "yet you haven't improved in the least. I told you, until you increase your time by at least ten seconds, we'll be at this all night."
Mathew looked down at the table, his shoulders sagging. His Father sighed, his face softening. "Look Mathew, someday you'll take over this repair shop from me, and when you do you need to be ready. You can do this, I know you can."
He offered the boy a smile. "Tell you what. We try one more time and maybe I can take you out to hunt coyotes tomorrow."
"Well..." Mathew grinned. "Alright, but you have to promise!" he added, pointing his finger at his Father.
"Alright, alright... Now take it apart and try again." Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
Mathew was born on the year 2253, in a town in Virginia. He lived there with his Father, who was a talented Gunsmith and Repairman. He taught Mathew how to take apart, put together, and shoot almost any gun. As a gift for his 16th birthday, he was given his Father's favorite gun, a custom made Hunting Rifle, which Mathew constantly practiced with, and developed a preference for rifle-type weapons. One day when Mathew was 21, a group of Super Mutants swept through his town, killing anyone in their path. Though he managed to kill a few, their numbers were to great. His Father was killed, their home was ravaged, and Mathew was forced to flee.
The destruction of his hometown scarred him, giving him a fear as well as hate of mutants. Now, 7 years later, he continues to roam the wastes. With his skill in repair, he strips junk down for valuable material and sells it when passing through towns. However, he never stays long, preferring not to get attached to any of the small, weak villages. Instead, he continues to walk: scavenging, and killing any mutant scum that gets in his way.
IGN: Awesomeoiderpwn
Age: 16
Role-Play Exp.: 4 years of other RP platforms(SWG, LOTRO) and post by post forum RP
Why Us: I'm a huge fan of the Fallout universe, and love serious roleplay.
Time You Can Dedicate: 4-7 hours per day.
IC
Name: Jim Rhinner
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Appearance: Troubled eyes and yellowed teeth are hidden behind his rough and un-trimmed beard and messy hair. He appears to be poorly fed, but his lanky core rests upon muscular legs that have been built after days of walking the lonely desert. Usually dressed in torn, ragged clothes sometimes joined by a pair of hastily fit goggles.
Fears: Loss of his freedom
Personality: A consistent smart-alec, usually refraining from too much interaction unless he wants something...or for whatever reason is in a good mood.
Occupation: Scavenger/Bandit
Skills: Stealth/subtlety, smooth talking, fist fights, and small, gang based combat encounters that only include use of light arms.
Nickname (Optional): Rhinny
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
*Jim peeks from behind the rusted car to get a brief glance at the man casually strolling down the road. He then creeps out from his cover, tip-toeing across the sand and onto the broken highway to creep up behind the traveler. The young scavenger pulls his .357 from it's holster and whistles through clenched teeth."
"Oi! Y' get lost 'r somethin'?"
"Wh-...what!?" *The man spins on his heel and widens his eyes, Jim leveling his revolver with his head as he does so.*
"Tha's righ' pal. I'll take all y'r caps, guns, an' ammo." *The traveler obediently nods and begins digging through all of his items of value and carefully placing them on the road in front of him. Jim stares, waiting for him to finish.*
"A-Alright...that's all I've got...now please, jus--" *A shot rings out and the man drops to his knees, and then all the way forward. A pool of blood rapidly accumulates next to his head. Jim smirks and spits on the ground next to him.*
"Yuh-oh." *He scoops the valuables into his pack and wanders off down the road.*
"Too slow...."
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
Since he was a child, Jim had always favored anarchy and and living free by any means necessary. Considering he was born in a vault, he felt extremely out of place, and knew he needed to break out as soon as he could. A few days after turning seventeen, he decided that the time had come. After many hours of conflicted feelings, he decided to ask a friend, whom he had often fantasized about the freedom of the open world with if he would join him in the escape. When the friend refused, Jim became enraged. He grabbed a kitchen knife and slashed his friend across the face before dashing out the door.
He made a rush for the vault exit, threatening many by-standers with his nasty, bloody knife as he passed. When he finally arrived at the huge vault door, to his surprise, he was met by his friend, the awful gash on his face dripping crimson blood onto his vault suit. The friend begged him not to leave, but Jim refused and headed straight for the door controls. When his friend threw himself angrily in the way, Jim inadvertently thrust his knife into his friend's stomach, who soon after fell to the floor, dead. Jim, at first devastated by the accident, opened the vault door and dashed out. He wandered aimlessly for hours before he finally found a town. When questioned about his bloody clothes, he claimed that he was attacked. As soon as Jim could get his hands some new clothes, a weapon, and a few caps, he split. To this day he walks the desert, moving from town to town, searching for purpose...but more importantly, power.
IGN:EliteGamerAce1
Age:17
Role-Play Exp.: i have been in other RP servers and i have done pretty well
Why Us:Because i think you guys are better than others fallout servers cuz in other servers they dont have a really good rp and most of the time ppl are OOC :/
Time You Can Dedicate: 48 hours more or less (school)
IC
Name:Elwyn Blackmore
Gender:male
Age:28
Appearance:A NCR armor was all that Elwyn found to protect himself from radiation so thats what he wears
Fears:The infection and legion raiders
Personality:Elwyn is really reserved to himself after all the things that happened to him but if someone needs him he will be there for them
Occupation:Engineer
Skills:Engineering and skilled sniper
Nickname (Optional):''One-Shot''
RP Example (Add Dialogue):Faction leader: We are running out of clean water, food and medicine so someone will have to go out to look for some. Elwyn: Ill go sir but i will need reinforcements. Elwyn's younger friend: ill go with you Elwyn Elwyn: you cant go out you are not prepared for this those freaks are getting stronger and stronger. Elwyn's friend: But if you go alone you will get killed in no-time! Faction leader: He's right you cant go out there by yourself. Elwyn: Alright then... Gentlemen get prepared we are going out!
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):Was really young when my mother and father died from the infection... My older brother raised me. He teached me like if he was my father and care about me like a mother would. Thanks to him I learned engineering and even made me a pretty good sniper...But then we were looking for food and water in an old abandoned town and from nowhere raiders appeared, we took down some of them but they surpassed us... My brother got shot in the head and i got hurt really bad. Im alive thanks to a man who found me and healed me. That man was a Brotherhood of Steel paladin and since then my goal is to become a BoS paladin so i can help other people traped on this apocalypse.
Thank you so much!
Oh and my IGN is - Shining_KoW210
Me too im on page 407 or 408
I am done reading apps for the night.
You said you added me to your list, so I'm just making sure you have my IGN
Shining_KoW210
Yeah I got it.
Age:12(I do act like a autistic 12 year old just so you now)
Role-Play Exp.:not much actually, the only time i RP is in real life in SCA (forgot what it means but it has to do with foam weaponry and small fights(its well known and is not for geeks,mainly because its painful))
Why Us:I absolutely love the fallout experience and game!
Time You Can Dedicate:every day around 3 PM through 5 PM
IC
Name:Nils Svarazics
Gender:male
Age:21
Appearance:strong and yet very athletic and agility, I prefer paurkour over brute force
Fears:zombie attack (those f*** scare me badly) and death(i survive but lava kills 24-7)
Personality:extremely nice and mostly passive aggressive but will fight when provoked. and loses concentration due to ADHD.
Occupation:liking bunkers that keep me alive!
Skills:very fast and tough keeping a range shooting stuff to gain rep!
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue):"I'll keep my head down till my gun un-jams
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):I specialize in a blade and a pistol(silenced) or assault rifle holding my own at night with a friend. i enjoyed my life before the nukes hit. I was a specialist in the army using stealth. before i was training in martial arts and paurkour,knowing it will be helpful on day. before the nukes i was actually on the mission "anchorage" with the mission to defeat the wretched commies, and in the mission I lost my hand in combat and it was replaced by a robotic one.surviving wasn't fun, I was having a peaceful dinner when the alarm hit.I the rushed home through the chaos, by the time i made it a nuke had hit and damaged me in a bad way. I had gotten to my own nuclear bunker when the bomb hit.I then recorded a recording that cut out in the middle "*gasp gasp* ok I made it but i don't know about the others outside*crying heard in distance* is that a noise! ok im going to investigate *gun cocking heard* what the, is that a little girl *girl* DONT HURT, PLEASE DONT HURT ME* *me* hey im not going to *static* *transition end*
You see what i mean,there was actually a cave-in killing the little girl
Brother hood of steel app
Name (Full):nils Svarizics
Rank you want if wanted?:
Special Talents?:fighting please (most likely in light power armor)
Will you be dedicated?:yes, h*** yes
Why do you want to join the BoS?:they are proud members of the world and will do anything to make the world a better place
Will you be loyal and respectful to your fellow soldiers?:well I am nice and peaceful(occasionally) but i will fight in a duel(only for training!)I will attempt my best to survive with my fellow soldiers,sisters, and brothers!
i hope my app wasn't to big,i also might have problems running the texture pack but I'll attempt my best!
i will donate soon i hope
MCpatcher f***ed me and my dad up badly
im also over see'd by my dad
LOOK AT IT!!! This is how I feel.
Thats not even close to cutting it
well then maybe, i thought that was a whitelist app/merged with the faction app
Nope, just putting my 2 cents in seeing as every other person does :tongue.gif:
When you mean soon, do you mean today, or this week?
IGN: Mr_Zathas
Age: 17
Role-Play Exp.: All my previous experience was on RP forums.
Why Us: I'm pretty impressed with what I've seen so far about this server, and I'd like to get more involved with it.
Time You Can Dedicate: 3-4 hours on weekdays. 3-8 on weekends. Usually after 12 PM.
IC
Name: Mathew Krieger
Gender: Male
Age: 28
Appearance: Caucasian, standing at 5'6" and lightly tanned skin. Mathew has short black hair, a short goatee and brown eyes. He has a thin body, with a little muscle on his arms and legs. His face holds eyes that display little emotion and his mouth is set in a line. Mathew normally wears a suit of leather armor with a duster over top it.
Fears: Mathew is afraid of Deathclaws (but seriously, who isn't?), as well as Super Mutants.
Personality: A calm and quiet individual. Mathew has little to say, and the only time he really speaks is when addressed or asked a question. And when he does so, he keeps his words straightforward and simple. His few years of scavenging the wastes has left a depressing imprint on him. This has lead to a general pessimistic view on life. He always manages to see the worst in everything, and is now rarely fazed when faced with death or cruelty. To those he opens up to, he reveals the person he was before becoming a scavenger. A kind, humor loving individual.
Occupation: Scavenger, Repairman.
Skills: Handles rifles very well. Skilled in scavenging, as well as repairing guns.
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
Concentrating on the parts in front of him, he juggled them around in his mind. The man across from watched as he attempted to build the rifle. Piece by piece was added until the Hunting Rifle began to take shape. Finally, after a few adjustments, the rifle was finished. Sighing, Mathew put down the rifle and looked to his Father.
"How was I that time, Dad?" Mathew asked, silently begging for good news.
"Not good enough," was his reply. Mathew inwardly groaned.
"But Dad, I don't want to do this anymore! We've been at this for hours!" As much as he liked working with his father's weapons, his mind was starting to wander and his body cramp.
"Exactly," his Father said curtly, "yet you haven't improved in the least. I told you, until you increase your time by at least ten seconds, we'll be at this all night."
Mathew looked down at the table, his shoulders sagging. His Father sighed, his face softening. "Look Mathew, someday you'll take over this repair shop from me, and when you do you need to be ready. You can do this, I know you can."
He offered the boy a smile. "Tell you what. We try one more time and maybe I can take you out to hunt coyotes tomorrow."
"Well..." Mathew grinned. "Alright, but you have to promise!" he added, pointing his finger at his Father.
"Alright, alright... Now take it apart and try again."
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
Mathew was born on the year 2253, in a town in Virginia. He lived there with his Father, who was a talented Gunsmith and Repairman. He taught Mathew how to take apart, put together, and shoot almost any gun. As a gift for his 16th birthday, he was given his Father's favorite gun, a custom made Hunting Rifle, which Mathew constantly practiced with, and developed a preference for rifle-type weapons. One day when Mathew was 21, a group of Super Mutants swept through his town, killing anyone in their path. Though he managed to kill a few, their numbers were to great. His Father was killed, their home was ravaged, and Mathew was forced to flee.
The destruction of his hometown scarred him, giving him a fear as well as hate of mutants. Now, 7 years later, he continues to roam the wastes. With his skill in repair, he strips junk down for valuable material and sells it when passing through towns. However, he never stays long, preferring not to get attached to any of the small, weak villages. Instead, he continues to walk: scavenging, and killing any mutant scum that gets in his way.
IGN: Awesomeoiderpwn
Age: 16
Role-Play Exp.: 4 years of other RP platforms(SWG, LOTRO) and post by post forum RP
Why Us: I'm a huge fan of the Fallout universe, and love serious roleplay.
Time You Can Dedicate: 4-7 hours per day.
IC
Name: Jim Rhinner
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Appearance: Troubled eyes and yellowed teeth are hidden behind his rough and un-trimmed beard and messy hair. He appears to be poorly fed, but his lanky core rests upon muscular legs that have been built after days of walking the lonely desert. Usually dressed in torn, ragged clothes sometimes joined by a pair of hastily fit goggles.
Fears: Loss of his freedom
Personality: A consistent smart-alec, usually refraining from too much interaction unless he wants something...or for whatever reason is in a good mood.
Occupation: Scavenger/Bandit
Skills: Stealth/subtlety, smooth talking, fist fights, and small, gang based combat encounters that only include use of light arms.
Nickname (Optional): Rhinny
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
*Jim peeks from behind the rusted car to get a brief glance at the man casually strolling down the road. He then creeps out from his cover, tip-toeing across the sand and onto the broken highway to creep up behind the traveler. The young scavenger pulls his .357 from it's holster and whistles through clenched teeth."
"Oi! Y' get lost 'r somethin'?"
"Wh-...what!?" *The man spins on his heel and widens his eyes, Jim leveling his revolver with his head as he does so.*
"Tha's righ' pal. I'll take all y'r caps, guns, an' ammo." *The traveler obediently nods and begins digging through all of his items of value and carefully placing them on the road in front of him. Jim stares, waiting for him to finish.*
"A-Alright...that's all I've got...now please, jus--" *A shot rings out and the man drops to his knees, and then all the way forward. A pool of blood rapidly accumulates next to his head. Jim smirks and spits on the ground next to him.*
"Yuh-oh." *He scoops the valuables into his pack and wanders off down the road.*
"Too slow...."
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
Since he was a child, Jim had always favored anarchy and and living free by any means necessary. Considering he was born in a vault, he felt extremely out of place, and knew he needed to break out as soon as he could. A few days after turning seventeen, he decided that the time had come. After many hours of conflicted feelings, he decided to ask a friend, whom he had often fantasized about the freedom of the open world with if he would join him in the escape. When the friend refused, Jim became enraged. He grabbed a kitchen knife and slashed his friend across the face before dashing out the door.
He made a rush for the vault exit, threatening many by-standers with his nasty, bloody knife as he passed. When he finally arrived at the huge vault door, to his surprise, he was met by his friend, the awful gash on his face dripping crimson blood onto his vault suit. The friend begged him not to leave, but Jim refused and headed straight for the door controls. When his friend threw himself angrily in the way, Jim inadvertently thrust his knife into his friend's stomach, who soon after fell to the floor, dead. Jim, at first devastated by the accident, opened the vault door and dashed out. He wandered aimlessly for hours before he finally found a town. When questioned about his bloody clothes, he claimed that he was attacked. As soon as Jim could get his hands some new clothes, a weapon, and a few caps, he split. To this day he walks the desert, moving from town to town, searching for purpose...but more importantly, power.
So, are you the guy who's whitelisting? o.O Yay! I found you!
IGN: Remisa
Page accepted: 385
IGN:EliteGamerAce1
Age:17
Role-Play Exp.: i have been in other RP servers and i have done pretty well
Why Us:Because i think you guys are better than others fallout servers cuz in other servers they dont have a really good rp and most of the time ppl are OOC :/
Time You Can Dedicate: 48 hours more or less (school)
IC
Name:Elwyn Blackmore
Gender:male
Age:28
Appearance:A NCR armor was all that Elwyn found to protect himself from radiation so thats what he wears
Fears:The infection and legion raiders
Personality:Elwyn is really reserved to himself after all the things that happened to him but if someone needs him he will be there for them
Occupation:Engineer
Skills:Engineering and skilled sniper
Nickname (Optional):''One-Shot''
RP Example (Add Dialogue):Faction leader: We are running out of clean water, food and medicine so someone will have to go out to look for some. Elwyn: Ill go sir but i will need reinforcements. Elwyn's younger friend: ill go with you Elwyn Elwyn: you cant go out you are not prepared for this those freaks are getting stronger and stronger. Elwyn's friend: But if you go alone you will get killed in no-time! Faction leader: He's right you cant go out there by yourself. Elwyn: Alright then... Gentlemen get prepared we are going out!
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):Was really young when my mother and father died from the infection... My older brother raised me. He teached me like if he was my father and care about me like a mother would. Thanks to him I learned engineering and even made me a pretty good sniper...But then we were looking for food and water in an old abandoned town and from nowhere raiders appeared, we took down some of them but they surpassed us... My brother got shot in the head and i got hurt really bad. Im alive thanks to a man who found me and healed me. That man was a Brotherhood of Steel paladin and since then my goal is to become a BoS paladin so i can help other people traped on this apocalypse.
Nope.