IGN: Broken_Sky Age: 18 Role-Play Exp.: I've been forum roleplaying for many, many years, and I roleplay on the Kingdom of Aeonis server extensively. Why Us: Fallout is one of the best video game series I've ever played, New Vegas being the pinnacle of it all. It's ability to encompass real world events, styles, and social interaction into a post-apocalyptic RPG is incredible, and the fact that there is an RP server dedicated to this concept is something I can't stand not being a part of. Time You Can Dedicate: Several hours day. Every day. (except sundays...)
Name: Rodri (Raw-dree) Gender: Male Age: 273 Appearance: As a ghoul, Rodri's skin, especially on his face, is decaying; losing its elasticity and either peeling away or falling off entirely, revealing raw muscle and other flesh beneath. His nose has been missing for quite some time, as are his eyelids and lips, and his once thick, black, curly hair is now all but thinned and gone. He wears glasses due to his weak vision, and often sports doctor fatigues. Fears: Rodri hates insects of all kinds, and will often scurry at the mere mention of radscorpions, radroaches, or bloatflies. He also expresses an anxiety about his eyes, fearing that his fleeing vision is the beginning of "losing his last good organs." Personality: Rodri is a man of science and reason, and dislikes physical conflict. Because of the warring nature of the Wasteland, this has led Rodri to develop a lonesome nature. Yet, he is ill-capable of defending himself, so will usually surround himself with others who will fight in his defense. His dedication to his work is his last remaining drive, and means everything to him, as he hopes to one day unite the people of the Wasteland by helping people and showing them that Ghouls aren’t all bad. Occupation: Scientist and Doctor Skills: Rodri specializes in Biomedicine technologies and research, and is knowledgable of medicine, both technological and natural. He is also a gifted speaker, attempting to avoid conflicts peaceably and settle disputes without bloodshed. Nickname (Optional): Raw RP Example (Add Dialogue):
“For the last time, smoothskin, we will not agree to being an NCR territory. Take the Bear elswhere.” Rodri remarked. He stared into the face of a battle-hardened NCR Ranger as he spoke, firm in his decision as the town of Novac stood proud behind him.
“I’m not asking, I’m telling you that this settlement will be absorbed into the NCR. What I’m asking is if you will comply peaceably.” The Ranger fingered his firearm.
“Let’s be real here, smoothskin,” Rodri went on, “the Bear just finished wrestling the Bull at Hoover Dam, and I’m gonna bet they aren’t about to spare injured men to take a small insignificant town by force from well-armed settlers and a horde of Energy Weapon wielding ghouls.” Rodri stepped closer to the Ranger, adamant. After a stare down, the soldier finally turned his back and called off the two other soldiers with him, and all three retreated toward Mojave Outpost.
Shouts of joy from the citizens and ghouls of Novac rang out as the soldiers left, and a young human hugged Rodri tightly.
“You weren’t kidding about that diplomacy stuff, huh, Raw?” She looked up at him with a wide smile on her face.
“Actually, smoothskin, I half expected him to shoot me where I stood!” he laughed at his own remark. Once the celebrating settled down a bit, Rodri headed up to his room in the hotel, and grabbed his satchel. Within a few minutes he was out the door and out the gate.
“Going without saying goodbye?” the same human girl asked him as he walked off. Rodri turned around to see her, and smiled his lipless smile.
“Thought it might be too painful for me to have say goodbye to your ugly face.” he said playfully. “And don’t try to out-speak the speaker, you know I have to go. People need my help, and maybe, one person at a time, humans will eventually learn to accept help and friendship from ghouls.”
“Oh, save it, zombie,” the girl said, “I’m not gonna try to convince you to stay. I just wanted to give you a going away present.” She walked over to him and gave him a quick peck on the cheek, seemingly unfazed by his appearance. “Come back soon now, y’hear?” With that she skipped back into the town.
Rodri smiled again before heading off into the Wasteland in the name of science and a better future for his kind. Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): (clipped version)
Early in the morning of a late August day, 2033, Gabriel Rodriguez was born. He grew up a Mormon living in Salt Lake City, Utah, and had an innate instinct for learning. He studied science in school, and was particularly interested in medicine; even programming a Mister Handy Robot to perform minor surgeries.
Gabriel’s life took a turn when the “New Plague” reach Utah, and his family was killed by the disease. He went to California and applied for a position at West Tek in response, hoping to help them find a cure for the disease and all biological weapons. He soon noticed, however, that the U.S. interest in the project was not purely in defense, but offense as well, ordering military scientists to overtake the project and study the side effects of their research. Gabriel left West Tek mere months before the project was transferred to the Mariposa Military Base.
Attempting to research on his own, Gabriel was arrested and jailed. But when leaked information about the research at Mariposa was released, Gabriel stirred the prison into revolt and the prison guards fled. Days later, the sirens sounded, signaling the bombs. Gabriel tried to gather what was left of his reasearch first, and the vault was sealed with him on the wrong side. He fled the city and only barely escaped the blast in a stolen car, but the Nuclear Fallout would forever change him.
After many years of wandering and interacting with survivors, both ghoul and human alike, Gabriel had changed his name to Rodri, inspired by his damaged driver’s liscence which only revealed those letters of his last name. Putting himself to better use for the new world, Rodri became a well known doctor and scientist, and hoped to sway humans’ views of mutants. He eventually found shelter with a group of ghouls called Bright Followers in 2281, and after a failed attempt at riding a rocket to a new land...
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Early in the morning of a late August day, 2033, Gabriel Rodriguez was born. His father, Juan Miguel Rodriguez, was a Mexican immigrant, come up to Utah in search of work. Juan Miguel quickly took an interest in the marital beliefs of the prominent Mormon church of the area, so he joined them and, well, got real busy real quick, which accounted for Gabriel, his brother, and sister all being born within mere minutes of each other...from three different women.
Gabriel, raised in the Mormon religion, early on developed a curious nature as to the reality of God and morality. This curiosity quickly developed into a desire to learn the truth, and so sparked Gabriel’s interest in science.
Graduating at the top of his high school class, and having already reprogrammed a Mister Handy bot to perform minor surgeries by the age of 21, Gabriel’s life seemed promising and perfect. However, the newly arisen “New Plague” found its way to his hometown, and all but one of his mothers (not his birth mother) were killed off by it.
Wanting to put his medical knowledge to better use, Gabriel applied for a job at the Californian defense company West Tek, and was selected to be a part of the research team there that was searching for a way to beat the New Plague and any biological weapons the U.S. might face in the future. This project would soon come to be known as the Pan-Immunity Virion Project.
When testing of their findings came about in 2075, and the U.S. army decided to send in troops and military scientists to oversee the project, Gabriel first sensed something was wrong. He understood that the government was only interested in the adverse side-affects of their experiments, which not only made the test subjects immune but increased their muscle density, size, and brain function. Several months before the project was moved to Mariposa, Gabriel “quit” his position, disappearing without a word.
Back in Utah, Gabriel secretly continued his research in a makeshift lab, but was arrested and jailed in 2076 due to martial law over Salt-Lake City. Less than a year later in 2077, research was leaked about the F.E.V., the current incarnation of the previous P.V.P project. Gabriel saw the full extent of what his actions caused, and in an effort to correct them, spoke out and stirred his fellow inmates into a riot. The prison guards fled the facility and the prisoners, including Gabriel, escaped.
When the alarms signaling the coming apocalypse sounded, Gabriel insisted on recovering his research before heading for Vault 70. But he was too slow in doing so, and the Vault was sealed before he could make it. He stole a car in an attempt to flee, but the car ran on gas, not electricity, and with prices well over $8,000 per gallon, it was not filled very much. Gabriel managed to make it just out of the blast radius of the 13 warheads that pummeled the city before it stalled. The resulting Nuclear fallout was not as easy to escape, however, and Gabriel suffered severe Radiation sickness in the coming months.
By 2080, Ghoulism began to take hold in Gabriel, as he would have already been dead due to the massive amount of radiation on the planet’s surface. He then attempted to flee the state, not knowing that the warheads had hit all over America.
7 years later, Gabriel, now fully ghoulified, arrived just outside of Los Alamos, New Mexico. Here he met another ghoul named Willem Clark, who asked Gabriel to join him and the other survivors of the warheads. Though not fully agreeing with Willem’s goals, Gabriel agreed to help the ghouls of the Reservation collect materials and piece together weapons of their own defense; to defend against “smoothskins”, or pure human survivors. To disassociate himself from his possible enemies, he gave the ghouls a pseudonym instead of his actual name, inspired by his damaged driver’s liscene which now only reveals the letters “------- Rodri----“
After many years in Reservation, Rodri took his leave, feeling the need to put himself to better use for the new and shaken world. He headed to the Mariposa Military Base to confront the creator’s of the F.E.V. who he blamed for the New Plague that killed his family.
On his journey, Rodri became a well known doctor and scientist, albeit almost all normal humans refused to be treated by him. His efforts to sway humans’ views of mutants were rewarded by constant raids for his makeshift chemicals. His journey became very slow, and he wandered the wasteland for years.
Rodri came across a group of ghouls on his way to Mariposa, who called themselves the Bright Brotherhood, and who follow a Glowing One named Jason Bright who is attempting to amass a pilgrimage to a purported haven for ghoulkind. Seeking shelter and acceptance after almost 150 years of wandering, Rodri joined the Brotherhood. After a failed attempt to reach the fabled Far Beyond, Rodri turned to the town of Novac, who is under attack from two rival factions, the NCR, and Caesar’s Legion. He helped them restore their defenses, and fend off the all-absorbing NCR...
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this one caught my eye im from Utah....Im not mormon though.
Role-Play Exp.: I play many RP style games, Minecraft RP servers, Elder Srolls, Fallout, ect.
Why Us: I love, Fallout and Minecraft, this server looks awesome, so I want to try it out!
Time You Can Dedicate: 1-2 hours ATLEAST every day
Appearance: brown hair, brown eyes, my face looks hopelss but very scarred, and torn from the wasteland
Fears: What is fear? Im afraid of fear itself!
Personality: I look hopless and given up, but I feel different, I will put my name on the wasteland, I will make it happen. I am very loyal to those I trust, and a good enemy to those I dont.
Occupation: Scavenger/ anything that gets bread on the table.
Skills: very articulate, thinkable, entergetic, makes new ideas, also a good miner if it pays off
Nickname (Optional): pet
RP Example (Add Dialogue): Imperial Guard:Stop! You've violated the law! Pay the court a fine or serve you're sentence. You're stolen goods are now forfeit.
me: nahhh I want these Sigil Stones they are very nice.
Guard: well you cant you are coming with me!
me: you know im joining a minecraft server that is based on the game that was only made successful by the game were in now?
Guard: are you high?
me: only on Tuesdays!
I swiftly stab him with my, Chinese officer sword.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs)
I was born in a far away land, with my parents in a very unihabitted place, when I was 4 or 5 a bunch of Enclave soliders appeared and killed all of us, Except me..They saved me for some torture, I guess, later a group of the Brotherhood spotted us, they came into the camp and noticed who they were, a large gun battle went on. the Enclave were slaughtered, I was saved though, I was raised by a trader/gun slinger, Bob Yates. He took me in and taught me, trade, survival skills and how to handle a gun. I am now a wanderer. I find places to live till my time is up, I would like to join the Brotherhood of Steel, like my uncle was "my adoptive father's brother." I still have yet to hear from him, its been a while. I wander through looking for a purpose and I find it, lieing in an old shack, a map? A map of this region locating the hot spots of the Enclave, the same group that killed my, Father, mother, and two sisters.... I WILL find them and destroy all that I can, to let my family and people know, I never forget. One day years later, I found a deserted outpost in the Mojave. It once was the South West Enclave, Headquarters. I saw horrors in all the corners of this place, I had to kill my way out, a bunch of confused gouhls, not the ones that are brainless, just gouhls. They were trying to keep me in, but they were so limber, they broke like twigs. Im now once again wandering the Mojave, looking for a cause.