IGN:EMG100
Age: 13
Role-Play Exp.: I have owned 4 role-play servers,nuff said.
Why Us: Because Fallout is awesome and Colbinle once played on a server of mine.
Time You Can Dedicate: Week Days: 1 hr. Weekends: 1-3 or more
Also: Can I moderate?
IC
Name: Master Grom
Gender:Male
Age: 42 (real age unknown)
RP Example:
Fred:"Grom get into the vault!
Grom: "My leg!" "Its caught!"
Fred: "Im sorry Grom" "Theres nothing we can do" "Its to, late"
Grom: "No! Fred! You cant just leave me here!"
Fred: *Cranks vault door closed*
Nature: "BOOM!" * A bomb hits nearly 100 meters away from Grom"
Grom: "Noo!"
*Grom wakes up, it has been maybe 2-10 days*
Grom: *Looks at himself and sees green "Im Mutated"
Grom: *Looks at muscles* "Im strong." "No Im super"
Grom: *Yells "I am a super mutant!"
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
Grom was once a normal man. He fought for America, its enemies had developed advanced technology that resembled laser guns and mechs. He was a good man, had many friends he had met in service. But, at some times he had doubt of what his leaders said. They said that they were winning but he doubted it. Russians were too strong, they were too powerful.
About 10 years after being in the army, his generals called a surrender. But Russia didn't listen. They laughed at the face of America and did the unthinkable. Dropped a nuke on the Pentagon, hundreds of important men died that day. Quickly the government had begun to build "vaults" These are where people would stay in when the war had become too bad.
10 more years had passed and America was being nuked like crazy, people were chosen to go into vaults now and massive civil war had begun. There was not enough vaults for everyone, luckily Grom got a vault, but only because he was in the service. That day he was late to his vault and an old friend named Fred, was holding the gate open for him. Suddenly Russian planes were overhead, he heard gunshots and explosions coming from all around.
Grom heard an explosion and suddenly a plane dropped from the sky, crashing into the ground. One of the wings flew off and a small part fell directly on Grom's leg. He couldn't move, Fred yelled "Grom get into the vault!" "I cant" said Grom. After a tragic conversation, Fred began to crank the vault closed. It was over, Grom knew it, Fred new it.
"BOOM" that was the last sound Grom heard before he blacked out from radiation poisoning. Nine days after that, Grom awoke. He looked around scanning the landscape. Rubble, and bodies, apparently a lot had happened since the bomb hit. He looked at himself and in horror he saw green, and muscles beyond belief. He had been mutated and now he could lift the plane part off of him. In fact he swung it hard, very hard and it flew 20 yards until hitting the ground. Grom felt better than ever, he was super.
"Phhpt" A dart hit Grom's neck. He looked around and saw men in white labcoats approaching him. His vision became blurry and he was knocked out. (About 200 years later) "Splash" "Damn it!" "Run" Grom felt a pulse. Where was he, oh yeah he had been shot be lab-coat men. He looked aroung, enraged by the men he swung at one, the man flew into the wall instantly dead. He saw a man pull out a laser gun, he quickly charged and grabbed the gun. He shot it at them and by the time he was done they were all dead. He emerged the building and saw a small town, maybe one day there will be more like him, or not.
IGN: _WhosDaMan_ Age: 14 Role-Play Exp.: CivRP, Renaissance (Now WW1) RP, LotC Why Us: I haven't tried out a Fallout server yet, sounds REALLY cool! Also, the staff are active and cool. Time You Can Dedicate: Almost none on the weekdays (School), 5-8 hours a day on the weekends, and if I am not on vacation I can also play a lot.
IC
Name: John Calkus Gender: Male Age: 32 RP Example: Underlined is me talking
*Tank shells fly over head and bombard Primm*
"Get to your defensive positions, men!"
*Guides his squad over to a barricade* "Put suppressive fire on those incoming NCR infantry!"
"Private, get your ass over here, NOW!"
"They are flanking from the mountains, 3 o'clock, sir" A far off voice said, then there was a yell as a bullet ripped his shoulder apart
*Machine gun fire, shells exploding buildings* "Medics, get him off of the battlefield, I will create cover-fire."
"Micheal, Sara, take aim at the flanking infantry with your grenades!"
"Yes, sir! Taking aim...firing....3, 2, 1 FIRE!" Grenades are shot from a launcher and penetrate an infantry transport's front windshield, decimating all ten inside.
*Bullets fly over head, and .50 cals puncture through our cover*
"****, Micheal!
*Runs over and checks for a heart rate, there is none*
"Sergeant, we can mourn him later. Now lets kill these bastards!" Sara said.
*Mounts gun on shoulder, takes aim, and starts firing at the front line NCR infantry. Bullets rip their armor to shreds, brains are splattered on the sidewalk, and blood runs in the gutters*
*Other men cry that this is hopeless, that we will be slaughtered and be taken captives*
*I notice everyone retreating, I do so reluctantly.*
....
Backstory: They thought that they slaughtered all of the resistance at Primm. They missed one. I got away with a .22 stuck in my calf. the damn NCR infantry caught my leg as I was retreating behind a building to take fire again. After that, I knew that the panicking marines were right. We were going to be slaughtered and held captive for execution. Rubble was falling down all around me, I run by my house, the windows broken and my wedding pictures on the window sill were combusting. I still remember that exact moment. The adrenaline was on, I didn't even know I was hit until I took my shoes off. There were puddles of blood inside. Anyways, I am running on my home street, Finch Ave., and found an open sewage hole. I plugged my nose and dove in. From there I exited at the water purification plant, some miles away from the battle.
Before the mayhem, I was Staff Sergeant Calkus, recently aliased Blackhawk. I led a squad of 7 rebels with my two buddies, Micheal and Sara, Private First Class and Corporal. We were all fighting at the Mojave Outpost before Primm. I was ranked up to Staff Sergeant after that whole mess of an assault. They were ready for us, they had deadly mines hidden in the sands. I wonder what happened to Sara...Did she make it out alive? Sara, I miss Sara. She was my best friend in the rebel ranks - she was the only woman, too. I hope we see each other one last time, even if it is over her casket at a funeral service...
IGN: nolanrae1
Age: 13
Role-Play Exp.: not much but i love the fallout series!!!(i have 3 and new vegas)
Why Us: it seems like a cool server
Time You Can Dedicate: 3-4 nights a week
IC
Name: Cole Buckingham
Gender: Male
Age: 24
RP Example: You will either be my friend or my enemy, Help me kill, or be killed, Above ground with me, or underground in a coffin. Your choice.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): My Dad was a caravan trader. He always took me with him. So I learned some cool tricks to survive on my own. When me and my dad were walking to our next stop, Mojave Outpost, we were ambushed my raiders. Luckily the caravan guards took the attention of the raiders, but not for long. They finished off the guards and were coming for me and Dad. Dad told me to run as fast as I could to the Outpost and I did. My Dad stayed behind to sacrifice him self so I could live.(also the first part of the story the character is only like 7)
After I reached the Outpost the NCR took care of me for a few days then I was sent to a home in Sunny Springs. I lived there for quite a while until it was attacked by raiders. When the raiders attacked I was 24. By that age I new how to take care of my self so I set out on a journey to become part of the NCR and stop raiders and Caesers Legion. But my journey has just begun......
IGN: nolanrae1
Age: 13
Role-Play Exp.: not much but i love the fallout series!!!(i have 3 and new vegas)
Why Us: it seems like a cool server
Time You Can Dedicate: 3-4 nights a week
IC
Name: Cole Buckingham
Gender: Male
Age: 24
RP Example: You will either be my friend or my enemy, Help me kill, or be killed, Above ground with me, or underground in a coffin. Your choice.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): My Dad was a caravan trader. He always took me with him. So I learned some cool tricks to survive on my own. When me and my dad were walking to our next stop, Mojave Outpost, we were ambushed my raiders. Luckily the caravan guards took the attention of the raiders, but not for long. They finished off the guards and were coming for me and Dad. Dad told me to run as fast as I could to the Outpost and I did. My Dad stayed behind to sacrifice him self so I could live.(also the first part of the story the character is only like 7)
After I reached the Outpost the NCR took care of me for a few days then I was sent to a home in Sunny Springs. I lived there for quite a while until it was attacked by raiders. When the raiders attacked I was 24. By that age I new how to take care of my self so I set out on a journey to become part of the NCR and stop raiders and Caesers Legion. But my journey has just begun......
Caesar's Legion has already been taken out of the Mojave. Accepted, but keep that in mind. :smile.gif:
Accepted!
And mine.
Apologies for overlooking it. Accepted!
Accepted as well.
Sorry if I missed it in the OP's post.
It's not in there yet. xD
Full release is around Sept. 20th?
Possibly, maybe more organized looking. Just Russian-ish. Possibly one with a gas mask?
IGN: nolanrae1
Age: 13
Role-Play Exp.: not much but i love the fallout series!!!(i have 3 and new vegas)
Why Us: it seems like a cool server
Time You Can Dedicate: 3-4 nights a week
IC
Name: Cole Buckingham
Gender: Male
Age: 24
RP Example: You will either be my friend or my enemy, Help me kill, or be killed, Above ground with me, or underground in a coffin. Your choice.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): My Dad was a caravan trader. He always took me with him. So I learned some cool tricks to survive on my own. When me and my dad were walking to our next stop, Mojave Outpost, we were ambushed my raiders. Luckily the caravan guards took the attention of the raiders, but not for long. They finished off the guards and were coming for me and Dad. Dad told me to run as fast as I could to the Outpost and I did. My Dad stayed behind to sacrifice him self so I could live.(also the first part of the story the character is only like 7)
After I reached the Outpost the NCR took care of me for a few days then I was sent to a home in Sunny Springs. I lived there for quite a while until it was attacked by raiders. When the raiders attacked I was 24. By that age I new how to take care of my self so I set out on a journey to become part of the NCR and stop raiders and Caesers Legion. But my journey has just begun......
Thats kind of what I was thinking. Dark clothing, face wraps etc
Sound good?
Caesar's Legion has already been taken out of the Mojave. Accepted, but keep that in mind. :smile.gif:
Gasmask
No helmet
Helmet
Maybe a "banished" soldier with a beat up gear and a face-mask?