Hey SpartanLaserX1 I sent you a message about what Enclave branch I would like to be in, because you accepted me but I don't think you read my message after you added the 101st Hellfire devision. Also why are Enady and someone else saying "were whitelisting send us the page you were accepted and your ign" but nobody is getting whitelisted, as far as I know.
IGN: lgitshottz Age: 14 Role-Play Exp.: Multiple minecraft servers Why Us: I have enjoyed the fallout series and this server looks like alot of fun Time You Can Dedicate: maybe 1 - 2 hrs per day
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Name: Kody Gender: Male Age: 21 Appearance: 6"1, Dirty Blonde, Fit Fears: Multiple Radicatied Animals Personality: Funny, Good , Mannered, Peaceful at first. Occupation: Freelancer Skills: Sniper, Assassin, Medic, Mechanic, Good with picking locks and Hacking into computer terminals. Nickname (Optional): ColdHeart
RP Example (Add Dialogue):(Asked by BoS to Kill a High Ranking Officer) Me: "The Deal is... most interesting but, for my services i will need a bigger... Paycheck" (BoS Paladin Responds by a 500 cap increase in the job payment) Me: Alright but i want 250 up front and 250 once the job is completed" (BoS sighs and accepts to the terms) Me: Well its been a pleasure working with you"
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): As a teenager i had always gotten in the good books with multiple people but at the same time not being a goodie two shoes and ratting people out, i had defended them if they seemed right i my mind, i had tried to work my way into becoming a Brotherhood of Steel member but had always got shoved out at the last moment over bribery or status. so i had to find work after i had left my parents house and the only place for hire was the NCR i was one of the best field soilders they had. i was a amazing shot and was always stealthy, i had become a sergent within my first few months of joining the NCR but as time went on i didnt agree with most of the choices the NCR had made and slowly got rejected by the officals. after 3 years i got kicked out and had to walk around the Mojave wasteland by myself. Coming from a Ex-NCR soilder status, I've been struggling to find work, with no means of income i turned to the Freelancing or Mercenary status. I was kicked out of the NCR after i refused to Execute a BoS Paladin, resulting in a backlash from officers i was striped of my rank and kicked out of the military. While trying to find a good area of work i was confronted by some old friends of the NCR and asked me to re-join the NCR, i replied with a simple no and asked if they knew any good fields of work i should have tried to join. my oldest friend, John said he knew some Mercenary who got paid quite alot of money for what they did. I took his offer and started becoming a Freelancer. Bumping my post
IGN: TheAce44
Age: 15 3/4
Role-Play Exp.: not much sadly
Why Us: i have been looking for a place to start role playing for a while, and fallout is something i know a lot about
Time You Can Dedicate: weekends any time, week days, about maybe 3 hours
Name: John 7025
Gender: male
Age: 18
Appearance: very standard, brown hair, brown eyes medium build
Fears: wasteland creatures
Personality: kindhearted at first, until betrayed
Occupation: general mercenary (i do whatever it takes to make money
Skills: conversation, small arms
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
stranger- hey... hey you! in the vault suit
me- who... me?
Stranger- yeah dumb ass, your the only one in the god damned store, of course i men you!
me- no need to get testy sir, what do you need?
stranger- i got a package that needs delivered, you interested
me- depends, what in it for me
stranger- how about... how about this nice new plasma riffle
me- Heck yeah
*later after finishing the job
me- ok, i'm here for payment
stranger- fool.. do you not realize what you have done! that package had a mini nuke with a detonator on it. and now you will be responsible for the death of hundreds. you fell right into my plan! ALL GLORY TO THE LEGION!
me- you sick son of a *****, you will never live again
*pulls out revolver
legionary- if you kill me, the legion will find you, kill you, and mount your pathetic head on a pike for all to see
me- Damn the consequences
*fires 3 well placed shots to the head
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): After living in vault 91 his whole life, john ha had enough. in this vault, the social experiment was to keep every one as non unique as possible. instead of last names, people were given a serial number for identification. all people were biologically engineered to look the same. all were mentally conditioned to do as they were told, and think as they were told. but john just never fit the mold. for on the day john was being engendered, a malfunction happened in the incubator that made him resist the training. so, on his 17th birthady, after almost causing a riot in the vault, and nearly breaking all the mental conditioning of its inhabitense, john was kick out, doomed to fend for himself
that is, until he saw a pre war poster "las vegas, the city of dreams. find love, prosperity, and all that your drams desire" it said. that was when john 70- no, just... john, knew where he wanted to go. he began his trek from oregon into nevada to find love happiness, and none of those things.
when he arrived, he had nothing, no one, and no hope. this is where the quest begins
IGN: MountHood Age: 18 Role-Play Exp.: I have had a little bit on other servers. I have actually done a bit on the other Fallout server, but had problems with abusive mods so I left. Why Us: I love fallout, and are currently the only other fallout themed server I haven't tried. Time You Can Dedicate: 5-15 hours weekly depending on school and athletics
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Name: Dante Gender: Male Age: 24 Appearance: 6 feet tall. Blonde hair, blue eyes. Athletic build. Long scar on the left check bone. Short scar over right orbital bone (eye socket) Fears: VERY Claustrophobic Personality: Typical 'alpha-male'. Is very conceited and condescending. Takes pride in his vast pre-war knowledge. Occupation: Free-lance mercenary Skills: Skilled with a rifle. Is surprisingly skilled with a blade. Good survival skills, knows how to live of the land. Nickname (Optional): Nero RP Example (Add Dialogue):
Dante has been traveling the waste for many days at this point. He is running low on water and food. He spots a small town off about 3 miles on the horizon. He takes his time, but reaches the entry of the encampment within the hour. As he approaches he notices a "guard" armed with nothing but a bat.
*Guard* "Halt! What business do you have here?"
Dante cracks a smile and flashes his .45. The guard's face suddenly turns stoic, as the color flushes from his face. Dante notices him reaching for his close range CB unit. In one smooth movement Dante grips his .45 and aims it at the guards head.
*Dante* "Don't even think about it."
*Guard* "..."
*Dante* "I'm just looking for a place to stay for the night, but if you're looking for trouble..." Dante cracks a devilish smile as he locks back the hammer on his sidearm, "... I'll be more than happy to oblige."
*Guard* "No sir! Just been hearin' a bout a lot of midnight raids on camps like ours lately... J-just trying to help protect my friends..."
*Dante* "Well, If raiders come tonight, you'll need a little more than that toothpick..." He motions towards the guards bat. " But if they do show up... I'll take care of it."
With that Dante disappeared into the encampment.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Dante grew up in a small city on the edge of the Zion Valley. Throughout his childhood he heard stories of the tribes that lived within it, but was forbidden by the city's mayor to enter. Some nights, he could even hear gunfire as the dreaded White-Legs would battle the Dead Horses. As he grew older, he also grew rebellious, longing for adventure. A few days after his 19th birthday, he packed up his gear and headed in the valley. He was greeted with hostility by the Horses, and was soon informed on their battle with the White-Legs. He was given the option to join, which he did. It was there he learned to shoot and wield a sword. One night he and his scouting party were ambushed by a group of White-Legs, He watched as everyone of his fellow Horses were slaughtered. He threw down his gear and ran. He ran and ran and ran. He was running for his old city, his family, his friends, his home. But unfortunately, he lead the tribal's there. All he could do was watch helplessly as his home was burned and his family erased from existence. it's a miracle he was able to escape. He spent the next several years of his life wandering. He eventually found himself near the town of New Vegas. It was there he realized that being a "merc", as they called it, was quite a profitable industry. From then on, he has traveled the Mojave, doing odd jobs, trying scrape together anything he could to survive. After a few years he was known as the best merc in the west, and was given the nickname "Nero", for his brutality and violence (After the Roman Emperor).
It is now that he finds himself in the middle of the conflict to control Vegas, and must choose a side to help shape the Mojave...
IGN: MountHood Age: 18 Role-Play Exp.: I have had a little bit on other servers. I have actually done a bit on the other Fallout server, but had problems with abusive mods so I left. Why Us: I love fallout, and are currently the only other fallout themed server I haven't tried. Time You Can Dedicate: 5-15 hours weekly depending on school and athletics
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Name: Dante Gender: Male Age: 24 Appearance: 6 feet tall. Blonde hair, blue eyes. Athletic build. Long scar on the left check bone. Short scar over right orbital bone (eye socket) Fears: VERY Claustrophobic Personality: Typical 'alpha-male'. Is very conceited and condescending. Takes pride in his vast pre-war knowledge. Occupation: Free-lance mercenary Skills: Skilled with a rifle. Is surprisingly skilled with a blade. Good survival skills, knows how to live of the land. Nickname (Optional): Nero RP Example (Add Dialogue):
Dante has been traveling the waste for many days at this point. He is running low on water and food. He spots a small town off about 3 miles on the horizon. He takes his time, but reaches the entry of the encampment within the hour. As he approaches he notices a "guard" armed with nothing but a bat.
*Guard* "Halt! What business do you have here?"
Dante cracks a smile and flashes his .45. The guard's face suddenly turns stoic, as the color flushes from his face. Dante notices him reaching for his close range CB unit. In one smooth movement Dante grips his .45 and aims it at the guards head.
*Dante* "Don't even think about it."
*Guard* "..."
*Dante* "I'm just looking for a place to stay for the night, but if you're looking for trouble..." Dante cracks a devilish smile as he locks back the hammer on his sidearm, "... I'll be more than happy to oblige."
*Guard* "No sir! Just been hearin' a bout a lot of midnight raids on camps like ours lately... J-just trying to help protect my friends..."
*Dante* "Well, If raiders come tonight, you'll need a little more than that toothpick..." He motions towards the guards bat. " But if they do show up... I'll take care of it."
With that Dante disappeared into the encampment.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Dante grew up in a small city on the edge of the Zion Valley. Throughout his childhood he heard stories of the tribes that lived within it, but was forbidden by the city's mayor to enter. Some nights, he could even hear gunfire as the dreaded White-Legs would battle the Dead Horses. As he grew older, he also grew rebellious, longing for adventure. A few days after his 19th birthday, he packed up his gear and headed in the valley. He was greeted with hostility by the Horses, and was soon informed on their battle with the White-Legs. He was given the option to join, which he did. It was there he learned to shoot and wield a sword. One night he and his scouting party were ambushed by a group of White-Legs, He watched as everyone of his fellow Horses were slaughtered. He threw down his gear and ran. He ran and ran and ran. He was running for his old city, his family, his friends, his home. But unfortunately, he lead the tribal's there. All he could do was watch helplessly as his home was burned and his family erased from existence. it's a miracle he was able to escape. He spent the next several years of his life wandering. He eventually found himself near the town of New Vegas. It was there he realized that being a "merc", as they called it, was quite a profitable industry. From then on, he has traveled the Mojave, doing odd jobs, trying scrape together anything he could to survive. After a few years he was known as the best merc in the west, and was given the nickname "Nero", for his brutality and violence (After the Roman Emperor).
It is now that he finds himself in the middle of the conflict to control Vegas, and must choose a side to help shape the Mojave...
IGN:ziggy10c
Age:15
Role-Play Exp:been on the lord of craft server and been hooked on RP ever since
Why Us:fallout is a great game but i need to try the game in a diffrent game
Time You Can Dedicate:4:30 to 7:30
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Name:Chris
Gender:M
Age:16
RP Example: I'm trying to find out who i am .
Backstory:I don't know what my second name is or who my parents are. I was adopted and was raised by farmers. When the infection broke out I had wield a gun when i was 12 and my adopted parents died at 13 so i was on my own. I rewired a robot to help me threw the wasteland and it broke down at 15 but when it did it was near a plasma gun so i used that until 5 months ago when i ran out of ammo. Ive been eating grub ever since
Role-Play Exp.: Used to play alot of Medieval RP servers back in Pre-Alpha alot
Why Us:I like the Fallout Universe, I have Played All The Fallouts But Fallout 2
Time You Can Dedicate: About 2-3 hours or more a Day
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Name: Viktor Sevchenko
Gender: M
Age:24 (before the Great War)
RP Example: Town Guard: Damn Raiders keep attacking us and killing our brahmin, if they ain't dealt with soon enough, we will end up like the brahmin!
Me: Wheres the raiders camp. I will deal with them... for a couple of caps
Town Guard: Very Well, You kill them and you will get a reward of a 100 caps
Me: Good, I will head there soon as possible.
Town Guard: Good Luck, you will need it.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
Born in Mother Russia to a Poor family, the Soviet Red Army was recruiting young,eager soldiers to aid our Allies, the Chinese. I joined and completed my basic training. I passed in Hand to hand combat and the modern weapon training with flying colours. I was ready to fight on the american soil to defend my country and my fellow comrades from the American pigs.
My Squadron was volunteered for a top secret experiment, We were not briefed on what this did or what it wouldn't do to our bodies. I went through with it and i survived... Others were not so lucky. What the scientists asked what it felt like, i replied " Like a bottle of vodka and a AK firing in my head"
We were dropped into the Mojave Desert for a Recon mission on the Hoover dam, We had Intel on a Chemical Weapons factory located in the dam. By the time we dropped on American soil... The the bombs went off.
Me and my Fellow comrade Vladimir Kenko ran to a Cave near the river, It seemed to be a old mining post. We waited for day, Lasting on our very few rations we had left. We had the all clear to go outside... You could not imagine the horrors we saw.
We stepped on the Burned soil, it was just a Sh*t hole, nothing had survived the blast, except us. My fellow conrade fell to the floor, his face looked burned and his skin started to rot off his body. He died a few hours later.
It was Just me and the Wastes left and the worst thing is.... I could never die
IGN: theawesomejman
Age: 14
Role-Play Exp.: A lot of experience on past servers.
Why Us: Because you gentlemen, are awesome! =)
Time You Can Dedicate: 24/7
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Name:Bob Jones
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Appearance: Good clothes, wears power armour. Caucasian.
Fears: His dad. And Fheral Ghouls.
Personality: Thinks before doing, mature. Very little faith in people. Doesn't trust anyone. (Except his master.)
Occupation: Guard, uses Melee weapons mostly.
Skills: PvP and Surviving in the wastelands.
Nickname (Optional): John
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
John: YOU SHALL NOT PASS!
Intruder: No, I will pass, and you shall not stop me!
John: Fine then, let's settle this.
*John and Intruder pull out their melee weapons, and start waving them*
John: For my daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad!
*John decapitates the Intruder's head, and laughs as he sees his head fall down.*
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): I was born in a vault, lived there all my life, until one day on my 18th birthday, my dad kicked me from the Vault accusing me of treason/anarchy... But it was a setup. I barely survived the first days in the wastelands, but Borobok, a raider, took compassion of me and rescued me, fed me and trained me into what I am today.
But one day, while we were sleeping "they"(Feral Ghouls) came and took him, I tried to save him... But I couldn't nowadays I travel the wastelands, trying to believe that he is still alive and save him, in order to be well with my mind. I am strong, I am John. Wait for me, Master.
IGN:Phillips96
Age:15
Role-Play Exp.: I've played and beat the main story lines for Fallout 3 and Fallout New Vegas including all of the DLC.
Why Us: you seem like a well organized group of people making an amazing server.
Time You Can Dedicate: 1-2 hours every day during the week and around 2-8 during the weekend.
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Name: Connor Phillips
Gender: Male
Age: 27
Appearance:
Fears: Death
Personality: Calm, Quiet but a very short temper.
Occupation: Refugee
Skills: Spotting, scavenging
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
Back story (1-2 LONG paragraphs) The Phillips were from Irish heritage but were living in BC, Canada. After the US annexed Canada the Phillips Family fled with a few others to see what they could find in the south. The remains of the Phillips family found hast in vault 13 and then 2077 the bombs were dropped. A new generation of Phillips has been born in vault 13. After the doors of Vault 13 open the Phillips traveled East Settlement names Sandy Shades. The Phillips became citizens of Sandy Shades and was also in the group that traveled to Nevada with the NCR. The NCR Found the Nevada livable they made the Phillips Brahmin farmers. Connor and his Brother Alex were born 2254 and Mr. Phillips joined the NCR and Died in the 2277 at the first battle of Hoover damn. The Phillips Family got raided by a legion party in the year 2280. Mrs. Phillips got raped but left alive and brought Connor and his Alex to Cottonwood Cove to be crucified. Connor and his Alex broke out of their holding cell after being brutally beaten by a group of legion soldiers that left the gate open because they thought that they were not in a healthy enough to escape. The escape was going great but they got spotted and Alex got killed by Canyon Runner from a slice of a machete. Connor was found by the NCR and was brought to Bitter Springs to be a refugee in the year of 2281.
IGN:Phillips96
Age:15
Role-Play Exp.: I've played and beat the main story lines for Fallout 3 and Fallout New Vegas including all of the DLC.
Why Us: you seem like a well organized group of people making an amazing server.
Time You Can Dedicate: 1-2 hours every day during the week and around 2-8 during the weekend.
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Name: Connor Phillips
Gender: Male
Age: 27
Appearance:
Fears: Death
Personality: Calm, Quiet but a very short temper.
Occupation: Refugee
Skills: Spotting, scavenging
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
Back story (1-2 LONG paragraphs) The Phillips were from Irish heritage but were living in BC, Canada. After the US annexed Canada the Phillips Family fled with a few others to see what they could find in the south. The remains of the Phillips family found hast in vault 13 and then 2077 the bombs were dropped. A new generation of Phillips has been born in vault 13. After the doors of Vault 13 open the Phillips traveled East Settlement names Sandy Shades. The Phillips became citizens of Sandy Shades and was also in the group that traveled to Nevada with the NCR. The NCR Found the Nevada livable they made the Phillips Brahmin farmers. Connor and his Brother Alex were born 2254 and Mr. Phillips joined the NCR and Died in the 2277 at the first battle of Hoover damn. The Phillips Family got raided by a legion party in the year 2280. Mrs. Phillips got raped but left alive and brought Connor and his Alex to Cottonwood Cove to be crucified. Connor and his Alex broke out of their holding cell after being brutally beaten by a group of legion soldiers that left the gate open because they thought that they were not in a healthy enough to escape. The escape was going great but they got spotted and Alex got killed by Canyon Runner from a slice of a machete. Connor was found by the NCR and was brought to Bitter Springs to be a refugee in the year of 2281.
IGN: the_gastly_ghost
Age: 15
Role-Play Exp.: alot of games, fallout 3 and new vegas oblivion, ect
Why Us: i love fallout
Time You Can Dedicate: weekends
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Name: Kahn
Gender: male
Age: 17
Appearance: strong, shy medium build
Personality: a sad loner
Occupation: survivor
Skills: recon, and tech
rp examples: "some people call them demons, i call them BITCHS", and:"so, kahn we meet again but this time its just me, my gun, and you" brutes(see backstory) tells kahn, getting his gun out of his holster "so your just going to shoot me like that, typical of the legion to do" kahn replies
"no, i , unlike you Kahn, have some honor" Brutes throws Kahn a 10 mm pistol
"so lets get right to it now" Kahn Says then rapidly pulls the trigger.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): well Kahn was a child of the Great Kahns he was taken from his family at a young age then, taken by bandits. he excaped from the bandits then when he got home he discovered that the legion had killed them or worse enslaved them. Kahn then found out where they were going and had tryed to rescue them. He found the legion camp, and found his parents, his dad dead, his mom a slave, and his brother going into a tent. Soon kahn chose to follow his brother. When he then Saw his Brother in the camp he saw a Legion commander stab his brother, he ran crying to his mother, she rejosed with happyness but a recrute walked in and sounded the alarm. then 5 men aproched, Kahn was not going to become a slave so he killed all of them, but in the fighting his mom died, he had to run away. there were just to many of them, and brutes soon ran off now kahn is out to kill everylast member of the legion, and mostly brutes
352 i think and my IGN is Kimmaah
Age: 14
Role-Play Exp.: Multiple minecraft servers
Why Us: I have enjoyed the fallout series and this server looks like alot of fun
Time You Can Dedicate: maybe 1 - 2 hrs per day
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Name: Kody
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Appearance: 6"1, Dirty Blonde, Fit
Fears: Multiple Radicatied Animals
Personality: Funny, Good , Mannered, Peaceful at first.
Occupation: Freelancer
Skills: Sniper, Assassin, Medic, Mechanic, Good with picking locks and Hacking into computer terminals.
Nickname (Optional): ColdHeart
RP Example (Add Dialogue):(Asked by BoS to Kill a High Ranking Officer) Me: "The Deal is... most interesting but, for my services i will need a bigger... Paycheck" (BoS Paladin Responds by a 500 cap increase in the job payment) Me: Alright but i want 250 up front and 250 once the job is completed" (BoS sighs and accepts to the terms) Me: Well its been a pleasure working with you"
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): As a teenager i had always gotten in the good books with multiple people but at the same time not being a goodie two shoes and ratting people out, i had defended them if they seemed right i my mind, i had tried to work my way into becoming a Brotherhood of Steel member but had always got shoved out at the last moment over bribery or status. so i had to find work after i had left my parents house and the only place for hire was the NCR i was one of the best field soilders they had. i was a amazing shot and was always stealthy, i had become a sergent within my first few months of joining the NCR but as time went on i didnt agree with most of the choices the NCR had made and slowly got rejected by the officals. after 3 years i got kicked out and had to walk around the Mojave wasteland by myself. Coming from a Ex-NCR soilder status, I've been struggling to find work, with no means of income i turned to the Freelancing or Mercenary status. I was kicked out of the NCR after i refused to Execute a BoS Paladin, resulting in a backlash from officers i was striped of my rank and kicked out of the military. While trying to find a good area of work i was confronted by some old friends of the NCR and asked me to re-join the NCR, i replied with a simple no and asked if they knew any good fields of work i should have tried to join. my oldest friend, John said he knew some Mercenary who got paid quite alot of money for what they did. I took his offer and started becoming a Freelancer.
Bumping my post
Age: 15 3/4
Role-Play Exp.: not much sadly
Why Us: i have been looking for a place to start role playing for a while, and fallout is something i know a lot about
Time You Can Dedicate: weekends any time, week days, about maybe 3 hours
Name: John 7025
Gender: male
Age: 18
Appearance: very standard, brown hair, brown eyes medium build
Fears: wasteland creatures
Personality: kindhearted at first, until betrayed
Occupation: general mercenary (i do whatever it takes to make money
Skills: conversation, small arms
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
stranger- hey... hey you! in the vault suit
me- who... me?
Stranger- yeah dumb ass, your the only one in the god damned store, of course i men you!
me- no need to get testy sir, what do you need?
stranger- i got a package that needs delivered, you interested
me- depends, what in it for me
stranger- how about... how about this nice new plasma riffle
me- Heck yeah
*later after finishing the job
me- ok, i'm here for payment
stranger- fool.. do you not realize what you have done! that package had a mini nuke with a detonator on it. and now you will be responsible for the death of hundreds. you fell right into my plan! ALL GLORY TO THE LEGION!
me- you sick son of a *****, you will never live again
*pulls out revolver
legionary- if you kill me, the legion will find you, kill you, and mount your pathetic head on a pike for all to see
me- Damn the consequences
*fires 3 well placed shots to the head
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): After living in vault 91 his whole life, john ha had enough. in this vault, the social experiment was to keep every one as non unique as possible. instead of last names, people were given a serial number for identification. all people were biologically engineered to look the same. all were mentally conditioned to do as they were told, and think as they were told. but john just never fit the mold. for on the day john was being engendered, a malfunction happened in the incubator that made him resist the training. so, on his 17th birthady, after almost causing a riot in the vault, and nearly breaking all the mental conditioning of its inhabitense, john was kick out, doomed to fend for himself
that is, until he saw a pre war poster "las vegas, the city of dreams. find love, prosperity, and all that your drams desire" it said. that was when john 70- no, just... john, knew where he wanted to go. he began his trek from oregon into nevada to find love happiness, and none of those things.
when he arrived, he had nothing, no one, and no hope. this is where the quest begins
OOC
IGN: MountHood
Age: 18
Role-Play Exp.: I have had a little bit on other servers. I have actually done a bit on the other Fallout server, but had problems with abusive mods so I left.
Why Us: I love fallout, and are currently the only other fallout themed server I haven't tried.
Time You Can Dedicate: 5-15 hours weekly depending on school and athletics
IC
Name: Dante
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Appearance: 6 feet tall. Blonde hair, blue eyes. Athletic build. Long scar on the left check bone. Short scar over right orbital bone (eye socket)
Fears: VERY Claustrophobic
Personality: Typical 'alpha-male'. Is very conceited and condescending. Takes pride in his vast pre-war knowledge.
Occupation: Free-lance mercenary
Skills: Skilled with a rifle. Is surprisingly skilled with a blade. Good survival skills, knows how to live of the land.
Nickname (Optional): Nero
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
Dante has been traveling the waste for many days at this point. He is running low on water and food. He spots a small town off about 3 miles on the horizon. He takes his time, but reaches the entry of the encampment within the hour. As he approaches he notices a "guard" armed with nothing but a bat.
*Guard* "Halt! What business do you have here?"
Dante cracks a smile and flashes his .45. The guard's face suddenly turns stoic, as the color flushes from his face. Dante notices him reaching for his close range CB unit. In one smooth movement Dante grips his .45 and aims it at the guards head.
*Dante* "Don't even think about it."
*Guard* "..."
*Dante* "I'm just looking for a place to stay for the night, but if you're looking for trouble..." Dante cracks a devilish smile as he locks back the hammer on his sidearm, "... I'll be more than happy to oblige."
*Guard* "No sir! Just been hearin' a bout a lot of midnight raids on camps like ours lately... J-just trying to help protect my friends..."
*Dante* "Well, If raiders come tonight, you'll need a little more than that toothpick..." He motions towards the guards bat. " But if they do show up... I'll take care of it."
With that Dante disappeared into the encampment.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Dante grew up in a small city on the edge of the Zion Valley. Throughout his childhood he heard stories of the tribes that lived within it, but was forbidden by the city's mayor to enter. Some nights, he could even hear gunfire as the dreaded White-Legs would battle the Dead Horses. As he grew older, he also grew rebellious, longing for adventure. A few days after his 19th birthday, he packed up his gear and headed in the valley. He was greeted with hostility by the Horses, and was soon informed on their battle with the White-Legs. He was given the option to join, which he did. It was there he learned to shoot and wield a sword. One night he and his scouting party were ambushed by a group of White-Legs, He watched as everyone of his fellow Horses were slaughtered. He threw down his gear and ran. He ran and ran and ran. He was running for his old city, his family, his friends, his home. But unfortunately, he lead the tribal's there. All he could do was watch helplessly as his home was burned and his family erased from existence. it's a miracle he was able to escape. He spent the next several years of his life wandering. He eventually found himself near the town of New Vegas. It was there he realized that being a "merc", as they called it, was quite a profitable industry. From then on, he has traveled the Mojave, doing odd jobs, trying scrape together anything he could to survive. After a few years he was known as the best merc in the west, and was given the nickname "Nero", for his brutality and violence (After the Roman Emperor).
It is now that he finds himself in the middle of the conflict to control Vegas, and must choose a side to help shape the Mojave...
Accepted.
DENIED FOREVER!
It was ****...
I'm gonna deny it, doesn't make sense.
your age is off. You said you were 24 before the Great War. That would make you over 200 years old bro
aahhhhh makes more sense now :smile.gif:
IGN: theawesomejman
Age: 14
Role-Play Exp.: A lot of experience on past servers.
Why Us: Because you gentlemen, are awesome! =)
Time You Can Dedicate: 24/7
IC
Name:Bob Jones
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Appearance: Good clothes, wears power armour. Caucasian.
Fears: His dad. And Fheral Ghouls.
Personality: Thinks before doing, mature. Very little faith in people. Doesn't trust anyone. (Except his master.)
Occupation: Guard, uses Melee weapons mostly.
Skills: PvP and Surviving in the wastelands.
Nickname (Optional): John
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
John: YOU SHALL NOT PASS!
Intruder: No, I will pass, and you shall not stop me!
John: Fine then, let's settle this.
*John and Intruder pull out their melee weapons, and start waving them*
John: For my daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad!
*John decapitates the Intruder's head, and laughs as he sees his head fall down.*
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): I was born in a vault, lived there all my life, until one day on my 18th birthday, my dad kicked me from the Vault accusing me of treason/anarchy... But it was a setup. I barely survived the first days in the wastelands, but Borobok, a raider, took compassion of me and rescued me, fed me and trained me into what I am today.
But one day, while we were sleeping "they"(Feral Ghouls) came and took him, I tried to save him... But I couldn't nowadays I travel the wastelands, trying to believe that he is still alive and save him, in order to be well with my mind. I am strong, I am John. Wait for me, Master.
Enclave APP sent via PM.
IGN:Phillips96
Age:15
Role-Play Exp.: I've played and beat the main story lines for Fallout 3 and Fallout New Vegas including all of the DLC.
Why Us: you seem like a well organized group of people making an amazing server.
Time You Can Dedicate: 1-2 hours every day during the week and around 2-8 during the weekend.
IC
Name: Connor Phillips
Gender: Male
Age: 27
Appearance:
Fears: Death
Personality: Calm, Quiet but a very short temper.
Occupation: Refugee
Skills: Spotting, scavenging
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
Back story (1-2 LONG paragraphs) The Phillips were from Irish heritage but were living in BC, Canada. After the US annexed Canada the Phillips Family fled with a few others to see what they could find in the south. The remains of the Phillips family found hast in vault 13 and then 2077 the bombs were dropped. A new generation of Phillips has been born in vault 13. After the doors of Vault 13 open the Phillips traveled East Settlement names Sandy Shades. The Phillips became citizens of Sandy Shades and was also in the group that traveled to Nevada with the NCR. The NCR Found the Nevada livable they made the Phillips Brahmin farmers. Connor and his Brother Alex were born 2254 and Mr. Phillips joined the NCR and Died in the 2277 at the first battle of Hoover damn. The Phillips Family got raided by a legion party in the year 2280. Mrs. Phillips got raped but left alive and brought Connor and his Alex to Cottonwood Cove to be crucified. Connor and his Alex broke out of their holding cell after being brutally beaten by a group of legion soldiers that left the gate open because they thought that they were not in a healthy enough to escape. The escape was going great but they got spotted and Alex got killed by Canyon Runner from a slice of a machete. Connor was found by the NCR and was brought to Bitter Springs to be a refugee in the year of 2281.
IGN:Phillips96
Age:15
Role-Play Exp.: I've played and beat the main story lines for Fallout 3 and Fallout New Vegas including all of the DLC.
Why Us: you seem like a well organized group of people making an amazing server.
Time You Can Dedicate: 1-2 hours every day during the week and around 2-8 during the weekend.
IC
Name: Connor Phillips
Gender: Male
Age: 27
Appearance:
Fears: Death
Personality: Calm, Quiet but a very short temper.
Occupation: Refugee
Skills: Spotting, scavenging
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
Back story (1-2 LONG paragraphs) The Phillips were from Irish heritage but were living in BC, Canada. After the US annexed Canada the Phillips Family fled with a few others to see what they could find in the south. The remains of the Phillips family found hast in vault 13 and then 2077 the bombs were dropped. A new generation of Phillips has been born in vault 13. After the doors of Vault 13 open the Phillips traveled East Settlement names Sandy Shades. The Phillips became citizens of Sandy Shades and was also in the group that traveled to Nevada with the NCR. The NCR Found the Nevada livable they made the Phillips Brahmin farmers. Connor and his Brother Alex were born 2254 and Mr. Phillips joined the NCR and Died in the 2277 at the first battle of Hoover damn. The Phillips Family got raided by a legion party in the year 2280. Mrs. Phillips got raped but left alive and brought Connor and his Alex to Cottonwood Cove to be crucified. Connor and his Alex broke out of their holding cell after being brutally beaten by a group of legion soldiers that left the gate open because they thought that they were not in a healthy enough to escape. The escape was going great but they got spotted and Alex got killed by Canyon Runner from a slice of a machete. Connor was found by the NCR and was brought to Bitter Springs to be a refugee in the year of 2281.
now i know great minds think alike right
Age: 15
Role-Play Exp.: alot of games, fallout 3 and new vegas oblivion, ect
Why Us: i love fallout
Time You Can Dedicate: weekends
IC
Name: Kahn
Gender: male
Age: 17
Appearance: strong, shy medium build
Personality: a sad loner
Occupation: survivor
Skills: recon, and tech
rp examples: "some people call them demons, i call them BITCHS", and:"so, kahn we meet again but this time its just me, my gun, and you" brutes(see backstory) tells kahn, getting his gun out of his holster "so your just going to shoot me like that, typical of the legion to do" kahn replies
"no, i , unlike you Kahn, have some honor" Brutes throws Kahn a 10 mm pistol
"so lets get right to it now" Kahn Says then rapidly pulls the trigger.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): well Kahn was a child of the Great Kahns he was taken from his family at a young age then, taken by bandits. he excaped from the bandits then when he got home he discovered that the legion had killed them or worse enslaved them. Kahn then found out where they were going and had tryed to rescue them. He found the legion camp, and found his parents, his dad dead, his mom a slave, and his brother going into a tent. Soon kahn chose to follow his brother. When he then Saw his Brother in the camp he saw a Legion commander stab his brother, he ran crying to his mother, she rejosed with happyness but a recrute walked in and sounded the alarm. then 5 men aproched, Kahn was not going to become a slave so he killed all of them, but in the fighting his mom died, he had to run away. there were just to many of them, and brutes soon ran off now kahn is out to kill everylast member of the legion, and mostly brutes
there i fixed it so is it good, am i in?