IGN: IronwoodOracle Age:16 Role-Play Exp: About two months worth, WoW and some other MC server. Why Us: I didnt like the last server I played with, everybody was OOC and RP'd badly in my view, This one seems like it has some structure to it, so I'm hoping it will be better than the last. Time You Can Dedicate: 12AM-10PM MT
IC
Name: Desmond Hernandez Gender: Male Age: 21 Appearance: 5'8", between white and tanned skin, Blue eyes short hair, above avrage sized nose, some freckles and a small scar on his forehead. Fears: Needles, Darkness, Heights, Death and what proceeds. Personality: Quiet, with a sense of humor around people who he's close with. Occupation: First a savager at a young age, Then a merc doing some odd jobs
Skills: Good with a rifle, some medical skills and blunt weapons. RP Example: "We dont have to kill everything that poses a threat Michael, all we were assigned to do is a simple sabotage mission!" Michael: "How are we going to pass both of those patroll units and guards to reach their water tanks!?" Desmond: "We are not here to get ourselves killed Michael! And how the hell do you think you can get through all those guards with your plan!? Do you have a god damn arsenal of plasma weapons with you!?" *Michael looks away with anger* Desmond: Thought so, but we will have to get rid of a few. Listen closely, Take the patroll unit on the left, then take the guy out in the watch tower, I'll set the charges on the water tanks and detonate it after we regroup here. Backstory:Born September 11th, 2271 in Mesa, Arizona. When he was a baby his father and mother were delusional and confused wastelanders looking for safety up north. His father left them a fourth of the way through in flagstaff,it was there he left Desmond and his mother to join a NCR caravan. After his mother went into a state of deep depression she decided it was best not to travel any further. As Desmond grew older, his mother stayed in a dirty bed for days, only getting up to eat. She was constantly staring at a wall which never changed but would somehow interest her more than her own son. Years passed and his life has been nothing but a can of beans every few days and looking for the caps to buy those beans. Desmond has been through alot of greif and sandess that nothing phases him anymore, not in touch with his feelings anymore, but who needs them in a time like this? Now a silent man, feels like he should leave this city of nothingness and move onto something bigger and more productive, but his mother contracted a lung infection. The so called doctors keep her alive by using a pre-war machine to pump air into her lungs.. It is at this point that Desmond realises his mother wasn't ever happy with her life with Desmond, and that she wants to die. Desmond shuts off the machine and takes off the oxygen mask from her face. He leaves the town, blindly wandering the wastes with only a feeling that something is out there, waiting for him.
IGN:Elite_X
Age:20
Role-Play Exp.: iv roleplayed in many games, or set up scenarios for other players (corexplay in starcraft)
Why Us:iv always liked fallout, now its basically a multi-player version
Time You Can Dedicate:between college and work, i guess whats left
IC
Name:Unknown
Gender:M
Age:20
RP Example:one server i had joined, i was a guard that maintained the gates and had to stop and ask each person what there purpose for entering was, while staying in character
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): It was early july when i awoke,not realizing who i was, what i had done, or my destination... As i took in my surroundings i found myself surrounded by nothing but sand, dead brush, and thick smell of blood in the air. As i stood up i soon noticed a corpse not to far from where i had laid. the corpse had a knife in his neck. I searched the body for anything that could be useful, made a backpack out of his clothes and made a sheath for the knife. Its like crafting such items was a natural instinct... and from that point on i knew i had to be some kind of survivor....
After words i set out... At first i started traveling north, i then noticed foot prints that matched mine, but were heading the direction i had come, so i figured what i wanted had to be in a southern direction and hopefully i could find answers there.
a few days had past, lacking food, water almost depleted and almost to my braking point. i stumble across a brightly lit town with a huge sign that says,"Welcome to Las Vegas."
IGN: idk
Age: 4
Role-Play Exp.: m,y stepdad would dress up like a homo an toucch my butt
Why Us: cause i liek your touch
Time You Can Dedicate: when i not touchin myself
IGN:Alex9002
Age:15
Role-Play Exp.:i beat fallout 3 and ive played fallout NV.
Why Us:because i love fallout!
Time You Can Dedicate:all the time you need
IC
Gender:male
Age:15
Fears:creepers
Personality:a normal mature guy
Occupation:this server and my server
Skills:making skins
Nickname:dont have one
RP Example:
Backstory:
IGN: idk
Age: 4
Role-Play Exp.: m,y stepdad would dress up like a homo an toucch my butt
Why Us: cause i liek your touch
Time You Can Dedicate: when i not touchin myself
Dude... that's a total denied... and don't troll
Also can someone tell me why I am not whitelisted? I applied like more than 100 pages ago and got accepted.
Also can someone tell me why I am not whitelisted? I applied like more than 100 pages ago and got accepted.
Do you guys not read? honestly. The Staff needs to put a note in the title or an agreement when you enter the page that you will read all the info
Let me spell it out for everyone else because i know that this question will be asked even more times than it already has:
THE SERVER IS NOT OPEN, IT IS STILL BEING BUILT. "ACCEPTED" PURELY MEANS YOU WILL HAVE A SPOT ON THE WHITELIST SHEET. CURRENTLY THOSE WHO ARE WHITELISTED ARE ONLY THE STAFF MEMBERS WORKING SO VERY HARD TO ALLOW ALL OF US TO PLAY. BE PATIENT
Thank you for reading this very important public service announcement.
also, is the role of town-crier taken? i think i shouild try out for it ;]
IGN:Winder
Age:14
Role-Play Exp.:I've played Fallout NV and 3 for bunch of times and what I do is sneaking, stab them in the back.
Why Us:It's because I loved to play Fallout and MC, always wanted to play in multiplayer.
Time You Can Dedicate:0800-1000 NYC time, 2000-2200 HKG time.
IC
Name:Winder Gaarli
Gender:Male
Age:19
Appearance:Asian, black hair, wears black clothes.
Fears:Any living things that remember me
Personality:Don't want to be noticed, love to be alone.
Occupation:A sneaker.
Skills:Good at sniping and sneaking.
RP Example:
I was eating my cooked porkchop and heard a conversation on top of my sewer.
Raider A:"The diamond is under where we are. Let's get down to the sewer and take them."
I heard footsteps, 3 human, male.
They gonna raid here.
I jump down to the hole that I dug, took my Gobi Campaign scout rifle, and readied for the fight.
First one got in, headshot with one bullet.
Two to go.
Second one came in, I readied to snipe his head.
I took a look at them, and I realized -
it was a creeper!
I quickly ran off it.
"Sss...BOOM!"
That was a big hole in my sewer, couldn't live here anymore.
I got out of it, and found another place. I dug down and built a cellar.
"Mine, mine never changes." I said.
Backstory:
My name is Winder Gaarli and I am a non-existor.
My grand use to tell me that my grand-grand-grand parents come here to travel.
Luckily they survived the Great War.
That night when the bad guys kill them all, I'll never forget.
My parents fought back, and were killed.
Also as all of the village, except me.
I survived, because I have no sense of existence.
That night, the leader of the bad guys was dead, with a knife in his head.
Since then, I hide, I ran, away from the crowd.
Hide or die, that was what I thought.
Until that day, the dead man gave me his sniper rifle and his words.
"Sneak to fight, die to hide."
Then I became a sneaker, to fight against the bad guys, who raids, who kills.
Now, I am in Mojave, the place where people find their fortune, and damnation.
IGN:Winder
Age:14
Role-Play Exp.:I've played Fallout NV and 3 for bunch of times and what I do is sneaking, stab them in the back.
Why Us:It's because I loved to play Fallout and MC, always wanted to play in multiplayer.
Time You Can Dedicate:0800-1000 NYC time, 2000-2200 HKG time.
IC
Name:Winder Gaarli
Gender:Male
Age:19
Appearance:Asian, black hair, wears black clothes.
Fears:Any living things that remember me
Personality:Don't want to be noticed, love to be alone.
Occupation:A sneaker.
Skills:Good at sniping and sneaking.
RP Example:
I was eating my cooked porkchop and heard a conversation on top of my sewer.
Raider A:"The diamond is under where we are. Let's get down to the sewer and take them."
I heard footsteps, 3 human, male.
They gonna raid here.
I jump down to the hole that I dug, took my Gobi Campaign scout rifle, and readied for the fight.
First one got in, headshot with one bullet.
Two to go.
Second one came in, I readied to snipe his head.
I took a look at them, and I realized -
it was a creeper!
I quickly ran off it.
"Sss...BOOM!"
That was a big hole in my sewer, couldn't live here anymore.
I got out of it, and found another place. I dug down and built a cellar.
"Mine, mine never changes." I said.
Backstory:
My name is Winder Gaarli and I am a non-existor.
My grand use to tell me that my grand-grand-grand parents come here to travel.
Luckily they survived the Great War.
That night when the bad guys kill them all, I'll never forget.
My parents fought back, and were killed.
Also as all of the village, except me.
I survived, because I have no sense of existence.
That night, the leader of the bad guys was dead, with a knife in his head.
Since then, I hide, I ran, away from the crowd.
Hide or die, that was what I thought.
Until that day, the dead man gave me his sniper rifle and his words.
"Sneak to fight, die to hide."
Then I became a sneaker, to fight against the bad guys, who raids, who kills.
Now, I am in Mojave, the place where people find their fortune, and damnation.
Most of this has nothing what so ever to do with the server, more likely you will be a lone wander not sneaker. Creepers are Huggatrons, and try to make your back story longer with paragraphs.
Do you guys not read? honestly. The Staff needs to put a note in the title or an agreement when you enter the page that you will read all the info
Let me spell it out for everyone else because i know that this question will be asked even more times than it already has:
THE SERVER IS NOT OPEN, IT IS STILL BEING BUILT. "ACCEPTED" PURELY MEANS YOU WILL HAVE A SPOT ON THE WHITELIST SHEET. CURRENTLY THOSE WHO ARE WHITELISTED ARE ONLY THE STAFF MEMBERS WORKING SO VERY HARD TO ALLOW ALL OF US TO PLAY. BE PATIENT
Thank you for reading this very important public service announcement.
also, is the role of town-crier taken? i think i shouild try out for it ;]
Why us:because i LOve fallout and brought all of the games and is just so good
IC
Name: Ziggy Sandston
Gender:M
Age:17
RP Example: well i survive on the land and a number of factions i was in i stole from
Backstory: when i was 5 i lived in California and that birth day i got a gun but on the same day swat came in our house and took my brother and kiled my parents but ive been find my brother and failed when i was seven the infection started to happen SO i grabbed my gun and killed my way threw so many and looked so far and couldnt find my brother . i had to look in bins just for food and its been that way ever since.
IGN:Skyon22
Age:13
Role-Play Exp.:4
Why Us:Minecraft and fallout are good together
Time You Can Dedicate:4:00 to 10:00 Middle School
IC
Name:Drake
Gender:M
Age:22
RP Example: Looking for my Brother Tyler Across alot of
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Me and my brother Tyler grew up in L.A. had a normal life growing up.When I was 13 and my brother was 9,we got split up in when there was a infection growing. The S.W.A.T came in took my brother out of the house. I got taking out by the Navy and got split up never saw anyone in a month. My goal is to find the S.W.A.T get my brother back and search for my parents. And find people to help me on the way.
these sound quite the same XD also theres no swat team, you don't murder people at 5 or 7 and also your back story is too short and you don't even have the full application. Also you can't steal from factions since their land is protected. Denied
Hey I'm just reposting my application from page 340 can someone please look at it?
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IGN: reorx66
Age: 14
Role-Play Exp.: I have played Dragon Age: Origins, Dark Souls, The Elder Scrolls: Oblivion and Lord of The Craft a famous minecraft role playing server.
Why Us: I was reading another topic and I saw one of your signatures which directed me to your topic and I was amazed. This whole server looks amazing and I'd love to be apart of it.
Time You Can Dedicate: I can dedicate around 5:00 - 8:00 (+ 8:00 GMT) on weekdays and longer on weekends but not everyday.
IC
Name: Reorx Volcanus
Gender: Male
Age: 15
Appearance: Tanned Caucasian with spiky black hair. He has a skinny but slightly muscular body with dark brown eyes and black eyebrows. He always wears his vault 101 suit and is slightly taller then the average 15 year old.
Fears: He is afraid of spiders and Enderman (cause they are creepy!).
Personality: He is a smart person and loves being a troll because he thinks that it is funny when other people are annoyed. He loves cookies and chicken most of all. He is a very cocky person but is quiet when he wants to be and tries his best to help others. He is both hated and loved by everyone he meets and is known to be called a trickster and always leaves a lasting impression on those he meets. He is also known to at sometimes go slightly insane especially on the battlefield.
Occupation: Wanderer/ Trickster /Soldier
Skills: Has been trained to use all weapons and is a jack of trades able to do just about anything but not at an expert level.
Nickname (Optional): Loki or Reor
RP Example :
*As I walk down a dusty street I see a supposedly dying man lying on the ground.
Man: Can you please spare me some food or some caps so I can have a last meal?
Reorx: Sure here is a cookie
*bends over and gives man cookie*
I hear a yell from behind me and dodge a swing from a baseball bat and look behind me to see a group of bandits and the man stands up.
Man: Thanks for stopping stranger now we''l be helping our self's to all of your here money.
*Man grins*
Reorx: How are you gonna enjoy my money when your dead?
Man: I'm sure we'll work something out!
Reorx: All right have fun!
*I then proceed to pull my faithful machine gun off my back and open fire on the miscreants*
Reorx: Yeah he'll probably work something out.
* I then walk down the street whistling as I go by*
Backstory: I was born right before the wars and as a baby was picked out for the ARK Project and put in a hidden vault where I was trained to survive after the inevitable destruction. I was taught almost everything accumulated by mankind along with the 100 other students who were put into the program. After the bombs dropped the teachers decided that it was hopeless and put us into cryogenic storage and then proceeded to shoot themselves because they didn't want us to leave the vault with the world in that state. Over time the machines started rusting until finally almost 2000 years after the initial destruction the power went out. Many of us who were stuck in the cryogenic tubes where suddenly without oxygen and had to fight to escape from the tubes, not all of us made it. Out of the initial students only 20 survived and only 2 of those twenty survived without irreparable brain damage. I was one of the two. The other was a girl named Rachel who was the same age as me, we then escaped the compounds together but little did we know the world had become a wasteland.
We journeyed out and instantly were attacked by bandits and marauders. I had to watch as the bandits tortured and killed Rachel but luckily I managed to escape. I soon found out that I wasn't unaffected by the cryogenic storage time, I had become slightly psychopathic and I began to revel in peoples suffering on the battlefield but off a healer and a helper.
I decided to find a group of friends who might help me suppress my psychopathic impulses or at least help me understand how to resurrect the human race to its former glory. I am still searching...
Hope you guys let me join this server looks awesome!
IGN: DavidJD
Age: 15
Role-Play Exp.: I have played on lord of the craft but it got boring because there was no guns . I love guns. Did i mention I love guns
Why Us:Fallout is a really cool game I loved playing it and now there's a minecraft server about fallout I had to check out
Time You Can Dedicate:2-3 hours 4 on the weekend
IC
Name: cpl. Davidson
Gender: Male
Age: 29
Appearance:Still in his pre-war marine outfit, has stubble, does change into his pre-war vestcoat sometimes
Fears: Being eaten, Being killed by rats
Personality:Humorous man likes friends and is loyal
Occupation: Pre-War cpl so He has experience in the field
Skills:Automatic weapons and knives
Nickname (Optional): Davies
RP Example (Add Dialogue): Davies was walking along the barren road,the wind had picked up and suddenly shots were being fired
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs)cpl. Davidson was in the army when the war came He fought in quite a few battles and when he came home after an injury that nearly cost him his life. He became an cpl. of an military base along the Mexican border. When everyone went into vaults he went with his friends into vault 305. This vault today is full of monsters and some ****ed up ****. Davidson had escaped from it when it was attacked by raiders.
His friends werent so lucky they are actually they were gunned down and probably eaten by the **** in the vault. David carried on with his life and wandered the wasteland looking for a cause....
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Originally posted on page 357, reposting for visibility.
OOC
IGN: SakuyaIzayoi
Age: 18
Role-Play Exp.: I've been everywhere from talk city pages to gaia forums. I've done a bit of rp on WoW as well.
Why Us: Fallout universe is probably one of my favorites, and this server seems like it, at the very least, strives to uphold the integrity of it.
Time You Can Dedicate: Pretty flexible schedule, would probably see me on most days of the week.
IC
Name: Robert Green
Gender: Male
Age: 27
Appearance: Slim, tall frame. Standing at about 6'2", he tries his best to keep his hair cut short (think messy, uneven bowl cut) and his facial hair trimmed. (think 5 o'clock shadow)
Fears: Betrayal. A.I. Losing himself to the corruption of the wastes.
Personality: Though sort of gloomy on the inside, Robert's usually one of the first to crack a joke. He aims to please, and can convince most anybody to do anything. He tries to remain uncorrupted by the cruel wasteland, helping those he can on his path.
Occupation: Wanderer. He's semi-handy with tech, but can't really do anything complex enough to make a living.
Skills: Some mechanical aptitude, handy with smaller guns. Though lanky, he's fairly agile.
Nickname (Optional): Robby. (Not known to anyone. A name from the past.)
RP Example (Add Dialogue): "Rob! Get down! Now!"
"Damnit, hold them off a little longer! I'm almost finished here."
Sweat trickles down the side of my face as I look at the control panel for the missles. I curse as I fumble with my tools, wasting precious seconds as the missles near launch and the facility's robots close in. Scrambling to recover them, I resume my progress on the panel, checking the monitor and sighing with relief as I let my ally know it's time to leave.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Born in Novac, Robert never saw much else of the wastes. His father and mother were kind souls, offering shelter and caps to those they encountered that needed it. He learned the basics of mechanics from his father starting at the age of 13, but could never find interest in becoming proficient. He did, however, quickly learn how to shoot starting from the age of 10, much to his mother's approval. At the age of 18, Rob set out on the wastes, wishing to help where help was needed. His parents supported him in this goal, and were happy to see him with a desire to help.
Two years later, Robert returned to Novac. His parents had left the town, and nobody could tell him where they had gone. After waiting an entire year for their return, he resolved to set out into the wastes once again, with purpose anew. Six years passed, and he had learned nothing of their disappearance. Though not the eager young soul he once was, Robert still tries to stick to his values, and help the people of the wastes the best he possibly can. He doesn't think himself a hero, just somebody who knows what's right. He still hopes to one day at least learn of his parents whereabouts, or their fate; but has accepted they are most likely dead and mostly moved on. He remembers them fondly, but has come to understand that letting your emotions get the better of you can be fatal.
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Can't you just taste the candy corn? Feel that cool breeze in the air? Imagine the wonderful ghouls and goblins that will emerge? Truly, Halloween is in the air.
Who are more likely out of Non-staff to be on the server first?
Best of the best, profile quality, roll play experience, building aptitude, or for whatever reason that Colb see's fit likely. I can't say anything with complete certainty, but that would be what I'd let people on for myself.
Hi, I already applied and I'd like to change my RP background. Please let me know if it is accepted or denied.
IC
Name: Sean Kamari
Gender: Male
Age: 29
Appearance: Wearing a tattered and bloody US Special Operations Sgt. suit, white male, short brown hair, skinny, and green eyes
Fears: Large bodys of water, heights
Personality: Very nice, brave, straight, does drugs on occasion
Occupation: U.S Special Operations unit of 2016
Skills: Extremely accurate with guns, able to run at high speeds of 23 miles per hour
Nickname (Optional): Sgt. First Class Kamari
Backstory : Sean was born in Jacksonville of North Carolina. He had about 4 friends his age (12) on his road, and they were Steve Cartridge, Michael Lakon, Mark Reagen, and Koni Sharii. At the year of 2009, Mark Reagen died, and it was a great tragedy for the three of them. At the age of 22, Sean enrolled for the army. He fought against the Russians for about 6 years. Once the Russian war was over, Sean did alot of things on his free time. One day, he was out hiking when he heard a loud, strange noise. A blue light was created over him, and all gravity was lost. He began to be sucked up into a huge dial looking ship, as he pulled out his pistol and fired off 7 rounds. He was then brought into the ship, and approached by 4 green men in shiny gray suits. They carried him to his holding cell, where a black male was sitting in the corner of the room crying. He looked around the age of 27, but he couldnt tell who he was due to the fact that he was facing the wall. Sean began banging on the walls, trying to find a way out. The black male turned out of the corner. He said there was no way possible out from this hell cage. The four men approached them around 6 hours later. They were carried to cryotubes, and frozen solid. Sean woke up in the middle of a desert. Sean was bloody and dirt covered. He had a piece of metal sticking into his right arm. He slowly pulled it out of his flesh, and got up. He was dazed and confused. He looked up at the grayish sky. He pulled a saline from his camping bag and covered his right arm with it. He then walked from the ship as a wastelander approached him. The wastelander asked him what happened, and Sean simply ignored her. The only thing he said was "What year was it". Once he heard her responce, he was shocked. This is where Sean's story begins.
IGN: IronwoodOracle
Age:16
Role-Play Exp: About two months worth, WoW and some other MC server.
Why Us: I didnt like the last server I played with, everybody was OOC and RP'd badly in my view, This one seems like it has some structure to it, so I'm hoping it will be better than the last.
Time You Can Dedicate: 12AM-10PM MT
IC
Name: Desmond Hernandez
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Appearance: 5'8", between white and tanned skin, Blue eyes short hair, above avrage sized nose, some freckles and a small scar on his forehead.
Fears: Needles, Darkness, Heights, Death and what proceeds.
Personality: Quiet, with a sense of humor around people who he's close with.
Occupation: First a savager at a young age, Then a merc doing some odd jobs
Skills: Good with a rifle, some medical skills and blunt weapons.
RP Example: "We dont have to kill everything that poses a threat Michael, all we were assigned to do is a simple sabotage mission!" Michael: "How are we going to pass both of those patroll units and guards to reach their water tanks!?" Desmond: "We are not here to get ourselves killed Michael! And how the hell do you think you can get through all those guards with your plan!? Do you have a god damn arsenal of plasma weapons with you!?" *Michael looks away with anger* Desmond: Thought so, but we will have to get rid of a few. Listen closely, Take the patroll unit on the left, then take the guy out in the watch tower, I'll set the charges on the water tanks and detonate it after we regroup here.
Backstory:Born September 11th, 2271 in Mesa, Arizona. When he was a baby his father and mother were delusional and confused wastelanders looking for safety up north. His father left them a fourth of the way through in flagstaff,it was there he left Desmond and his mother to join a NCR caravan. After his mother went into a state of deep depression she decided it was best not to travel any further. As Desmond grew older, his mother stayed in a dirty bed for days, only getting up to eat. She was constantly staring at a wall which never changed but would somehow interest her more than her own son. Years passed and his life has been nothing but a can of beans every few days and looking for the caps to buy those beans. Desmond has been through alot of greif and sandess that nothing phases him anymore, not in touch with his feelings anymore, but who needs them in a time like this? Now a silent man, feels like he should leave this city of nothingness and move onto something bigger and more productive, but his mother contracted a lung infection. The so called doctors keep her alive by using a pre-war machine to pump air into her lungs.. It is at this point that Desmond realises his mother wasn't ever happy with her life with Desmond, and that she wants to die. Desmond shuts off the machine and takes off the oxygen mask from her face. He leaves the town, blindly wandering the wastes with only a feeling that something is out there, waiting for him.
Age:20
Role-Play Exp.: iv roleplayed in many games, or set up scenarios for other players (corexplay in starcraft)
Why Us:iv always liked fallout, now its basically a multi-player version
Time You Can Dedicate:between college and work, i guess whats left
IC
Name:Unknown
Gender:M
Age:20
RP Example:one server i had joined, i was a guard that maintained the gates and had to stop and ask each person what there purpose for entering was, while staying in character
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): It was early july when i awoke,not realizing who i was, what i had done, or my destination... As i took in my surroundings i found myself surrounded by nothing but sand, dead brush, and thick smell of blood in the air. As i stood up i soon noticed a corpse not to far from where i had laid. the corpse had a knife in his neck. I searched the body for anything that could be useful, made a backpack out of his clothes and made a sheath for the knife. Its like crafting such items was a natural instinct... and from that point on i knew i had to be some kind of survivor....
After words i set out... At first i started traveling north, i then noticed foot prints that matched mine, but were heading the direction i had come, so i figured what i wanted had to be in a southern direction and hopefully i could find answers there.
a few days had past, lacking food, water almost depleted and almost to my braking point. i stumble across a brightly lit town with a huge sign that says,"Welcome to Las Vegas."
says im not white listed
share the link :tongue.gif:
IGN: idk
Age: 4
Role-Play Exp.: m,y stepdad would dress up like a homo an toucch my butt
Why Us: cause i liek your touch
Time You Can Dedicate: when i not touchin myself
You had better be trolling......
Dude... that's a total denied... and don't troll
Also can someone tell me why I am not whitelisted? I applied like more than 100 pages ago and got accepted.
Do you guys not read? honestly. The Staff needs to put a note in the title or an agreement when you enter the page that you will read all the info
Let me spell it out for everyone else because i know that this question will be asked even more times than it already has:
THE SERVER IS NOT OPEN, IT IS STILL BEING BUILT. "ACCEPTED" PURELY MEANS YOU WILL HAVE A SPOT ON THE WHITELIST SHEET. CURRENTLY THOSE WHO ARE WHITELISTED ARE ONLY THE STAFF MEMBERS WORKING SO VERY HARD TO ALLOW ALL OF US TO PLAY. BE PATIENT
Thank you for reading this very important public service announcement.
also, is the role of town-crier taken? i think i shouild try out for it ;]
Age:14
Role-Play Exp.:I've played Fallout NV and 3 for bunch of times and what I do is sneaking, stab them in the back.
Why Us:It's because I loved to play Fallout and MC, always wanted to play in multiplayer.
Time You Can Dedicate:0800-1000 NYC time, 2000-2200 HKG time.
IC
Name:Winder Gaarli
Gender:Male
Age:19
Appearance:Asian, black hair, wears black clothes.
Fears:Any living things that remember me
Personality:Don't want to be noticed, love to be alone.
Occupation:A sneaker.
Skills:Good at sniping and sneaking.
RP Example:
I was eating my cooked porkchop and heard a conversation on top of my sewer.
Raider A:"The diamond is under where we are. Let's get down to the sewer and take them."
I heard footsteps, 3 human, male.
They gonna raid here.
I jump down to the hole that I dug, took my Gobi Campaign scout rifle, and readied for the fight.
First one got in, headshot with one bullet.
Two to go.
Second one came in, I readied to snipe his head.
I took a look at them, and I realized -
it was a creeper!
I quickly ran off it.
"Sss...BOOM!"
That was a big hole in my sewer, couldn't live here anymore.
I got out of it, and found another place. I dug down and built a cellar.
"Mine, mine never changes." I said.
Backstory:
My name is Winder Gaarli and I am a non-existor.
My grand use to tell me that my grand-grand-grand parents come here to travel.
Luckily they survived the Great War.
That night when the bad guys kill them all, I'll never forget.
My parents fought back, and were killed.
Also as all of the village, except me.
I survived, because I have no sense of existence.
That night, the leader of the bad guys was dead, with a knife in his head.
Since then, I hide, I ran, away from the crowd.
Hide or die, that was what I thought.
Until that day, the dead man gave me his sniper rifle and his words.
"Sneak to fight, die to hide."
Then I became a sneaker, to fight against the bad guys, who raids, who kills.
Now, I am in Mojave, the place where people find their fortune, and damnation.
http://windercoop.meworks.cc/
Most of this has nothing what so ever to do with the server, more likely you will be a lone wander not sneaker. Creepers are Huggatrons, and try to make your back story longer with paragraphs.
What about the people that says they are in ?
IGN:Skyon22
Age:13
Role-Play Exp.:4
Why Us:Minecraft and fallout are good together
Time You Can Dedicate:4:00 to 10:00 Middle School
IC
Name:Drake
Gender:M
Age:22
RP Example: Looking for my Brother Tyler Across alot of
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Me and my brother Tyler grew up in L.A. had a normal life growing up.When I was 13 and my brother was 9,we got split up in when there was a infection growing. The S.W.A.T came in took my brother out of the house. I got taking out by the Navy and got split up never saw anyone in a month. My goal is to find the S.W.A.T get my brother back and search for my parents. And find people to help me on the way.
these sound quite the same XD also theres no swat team, you don't murder people at 5 or 7 and also your back story is too short and you don't even have the full application. Also you can't steal from factions since their land is protected. Denied
OOC
IGN: reorx66
Age: 14
Role-Play Exp.: I have played Dragon Age: Origins, Dark Souls, The Elder Scrolls: Oblivion and Lord of The Craft a famous minecraft role playing server.
Why Us: I was reading another topic and I saw one of your signatures which directed me to your topic and I was amazed. This whole server looks amazing and I'd love to be apart of it.
Time You Can Dedicate: I can dedicate around 5:00 - 8:00 (+ 8:00 GMT) on weekdays and longer on weekends but not everyday.
IC
Name: Reorx Volcanus
Gender: Male
Age: 15
Appearance: Tanned Caucasian with spiky black hair. He has a skinny but slightly muscular body with dark brown eyes and black eyebrows. He always wears his vault 101 suit and is slightly taller then the average 15 year old.
Fears: He is afraid of spiders and Enderman (cause they are creepy!).
Personality: He is a smart person and loves being a troll because he thinks that it is funny when other people are annoyed. He loves cookies and chicken most of all. He is a very cocky person but is quiet when he wants to be and tries his best to help others. He is both hated and loved by everyone he meets and is known to be called a trickster and always leaves a lasting impression on those he meets. He is also known to at sometimes go slightly insane especially on the battlefield.
Occupation: Wanderer/ Trickster /Soldier
Skills: Has been trained to use all weapons and is a jack of trades able to do just about anything but not at an expert level.
Nickname (Optional): Loki or Reor
RP Example :
*As I walk down a dusty street I see a supposedly dying man lying on the ground.
Man: Can you please spare me some food or some caps so I can have a last meal?
Reorx: Sure here is a cookie
*bends over and gives man cookie*
I hear a yell from behind me and dodge a swing from a baseball bat and look behind me to see a group of bandits and the man stands up.
Man: Thanks for stopping stranger now we''l be helping our self's to all of your here money.
*Man grins*
Reorx: How are you gonna enjoy my money when your dead?
Man: I'm sure we'll work something out!
Reorx: All right have fun!
*I then proceed to pull my faithful machine gun off my back and open fire on the miscreants*
Reorx: Yeah he'll probably work something out.
* I then walk down the street whistling as I go by*
Backstory: I was born right before the wars and as a baby was picked out for the ARK Project and put in a hidden vault where I was trained to survive after the inevitable destruction. I was taught almost everything accumulated by mankind along with the 100 other students who were put into the program. After the bombs dropped the teachers decided that it was hopeless and put us into cryogenic storage and then proceeded to shoot themselves because they didn't want us to leave the vault with the world in that state. Over time the machines started rusting until finally almost 2000 years after the initial destruction the power went out. Many of us who were stuck in the cryogenic tubes where suddenly without oxygen and had to fight to escape from the tubes, not all of us made it. Out of the initial students only 20 survived and only 2 of those twenty survived without irreparable brain damage. I was one of the two. The other was a girl named Rachel who was the same age as me, we then escaped the compounds together but little did we know the world had become a wasteland.
We journeyed out and instantly were attacked by bandits and marauders. I had to watch as the bandits tortured and killed Rachel but luckily I managed to escape. I soon found out that I wasn't unaffected by the cryogenic storage time, I had become slightly psychopathic and I began to revel in peoples suffering on the battlefield but off a healer and a helper.
I decided to find a group of friends who might help me suppress my psychopathic impulses or at least help me understand how to resurrect the human race to its former glory. I am still searching...
Hope you guys let me join this server looks awesome!
IGN: DavidJD
Age: 15
Role-Play Exp.: I have played on lord of the craft but it got boring because there was no guns . I love guns. Did i mention I love guns
Why Us:Fallout is a really cool game I loved playing it and now there's a minecraft server about fallout I had to check out
Time You Can Dedicate:2-3 hours 4 on the weekend
IC
Name: cpl. Davidson
Gender: Male
Age: 29
Appearance:Still in his pre-war marine outfit, has stubble, does change into his pre-war vestcoat sometimes
Fears: Being eaten, Being killed by rats
Personality:Humorous man likes friends and is loyal
Occupation: Pre-War cpl so He has experience in the field
Skills:Automatic weapons and knives
Nickname (Optional): Davies
RP Example (Add Dialogue): Davies was walking along the barren road,the wind had picked up and suddenly shots were being fired
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs)cpl. Davidson was in the army when the war came He fought in quite a few battles and when he came home after an injury that nearly cost him his life. He became an cpl. of an military base along the Mexican border. When everyone went into vaults he went with his friends into vault 305. This vault today is full of monsters and some ****ed up ****. Davidson had escaped from it when it was attacked by raiders.
His friends werent so lucky they are actually they were gunned down and probably eaten by the **** in the vault. David carried on with his life and wandered the wasteland looking for a cause....
If my Post is good please click the GREEN BUTTON THANK YOU.
OOC
IGN: SakuyaIzayoi
Age: 18
Role-Play Exp.: I've been everywhere from talk city pages to gaia forums. I've done a bit of rp on WoW as well.
Why Us: Fallout universe is probably one of my favorites, and this server seems like it, at the very least, strives to uphold the integrity of it.
Time You Can Dedicate: Pretty flexible schedule, would probably see me on most days of the week.
IC
Name: Robert Green
Gender: Male
Age: 27
Appearance: Slim, tall frame. Standing at about 6'2", he tries his best to keep his hair cut short (think messy, uneven bowl cut) and his facial hair trimmed. (think 5 o'clock shadow)
Fears: Betrayal. A.I. Losing himself to the corruption of the wastes.
Personality: Though sort of gloomy on the inside, Robert's usually one of the first to crack a joke. He aims to please, and can convince most anybody to do anything. He tries to remain uncorrupted by the cruel wasteland, helping those he can on his path.
Occupation: Wanderer. He's semi-handy with tech, but can't really do anything complex enough to make a living.
Skills: Some mechanical aptitude, handy with smaller guns. Though lanky, he's fairly agile.
Nickname (Optional): Robby. (Not known to anyone. A name from the past.)
RP Example (Add Dialogue): "Rob! Get down! Now!"
"Damnit, hold them off a little longer! I'm almost finished here."
Sweat trickles down the side of my face as I look at the control panel for the missles. I curse as I fumble with my tools, wasting precious seconds as the missles near launch and the facility's robots close in. Scrambling to recover them, I resume my progress on the panel, checking the monitor and sighing with relief as I let my ally know it's time to leave.
-WARNING- Missle targeting parameters changed. Please evacuate the factory immediately. -WARNING-
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Born in Novac, Robert never saw much else of the wastes. His father and mother were kind souls, offering shelter and caps to those they encountered that needed it. He learned the basics of mechanics from his father starting at the age of 13, but could never find interest in becoming proficient. He did, however, quickly learn how to shoot starting from the age of 10, much to his mother's approval. At the age of 18, Rob set out on the wastes, wishing to help where help was needed. His parents supported him in this goal, and were happy to see him with a desire to help.
Two years later, Robert returned to Novac. His parents had left the town, and nobody could tell him where they had gone. After waiting an entire year for their return, he resolved to set out into the wastes once again, with purpose anew. Six years passed, and he had learned nothing of their disappearance. Though not the eager young soul he once was, Robert still tries to stick to his values, and help the people of the wastes the best he possibly can. He doesn't think himself a hero, just somebody who knows what's right. He still hopes to one day at least learn of his parents whereabouts, or their fate; but has accepted they are most likely dead and mostly moved on. He remembers them fondly, but has come to understand that letting your emotions get the better of you can be fatal.
They can't. You need to say the page you were accepted..
-SageNod-
Best of the best, profile quality, roll play experience, building aptitude, or for whatever reason that Colb see's fit likely. I can't say anything with complete certainty, but that would be what I'd let people on for myself.
IC
Name: Sean Kamari
Gender: Male
Age: 29
Appearance: Wearing a tattered and bloody US Special Operations Sgt. suit, white male, short brown hair, skinny, and green eyes
Fears: Large bodys of water, heights
Personality: Very nice, brave, straight, does drugs on occasion
Occupation: U.S Special Operations unit of 2016
Skills: Extremely accurate with guns, able to run at high speeds of 23 miles per hour
Nickname (Optional): Sgt. First Class Kamari
Backstory : Sean was born in Jacksonville of North Carolina. He had about 4 friends his age (12) on his road, and they were Steve Cartridge, Michael Lakon, Mark Reagen, and Koni Sharii. At the year of 2009, Mark Reagen died, and it was a great tragedy for the three of them. At the age of 22, Sean enrolled for the army. He fought against the Russians for about 6 years. Once the Russian war was over, Sean did alot of things on his free time. One day, he was out hiking when he heard a loud, strange noise. A blue light was created over him, and all gravity was lost. He began to be sucked up into a huge dial looking ship, as he pulled out his pistol and fired off 7 rounds. He was then brought into the ship, and approached by 4 green men in shiny gray suits. They carried him to his holding cell, where a black male was sitting in the corner of the room crying. He looked around the age of 27, but he couldnt tell who he was due to the fact that he was facing the wall. Sean began banging on the walls, trying to find a way out. The black male turned out of the corner. He said there was no way possible out from this hell cage. The four men approached them around 6 hours later. They were carried to cryotubes, and frozen solid. Sean woke up in the middle of a desert. Sean was bloody and dirt covered. He had a piece of metal sticking into his right arm. He slowly pulled it out of his flesh, and got up. He was dazed and confused. He looked up at the grayish sky. He pulled a saline from his camping bag and covered his right arm with it. He then walked from the ship as a wastelander approached him. The wastelander asked him what happened, and Sean simply ignored her. The only thing he said was "What year was it". Once he heard her responce, he was shocked. This is where Sean's story begins.