Role-Play Exp.: I have played many Rpgs before and I love them, Runescape(Old),of course some other Rp Minecraft servers, and etc.
Why Us: Most views, I love to watch Fallout, the mods on are just what I have been looking for!
Time You Can Dedicate: 2-3 Hours almost every day.
Name: Sawyer James Coil
Appearance: Brown hair, green eyes, brown facial hair, and torn-up clothing.
Fears: Being eaten alive and dying of radiation.
Personality: Has little feeling for those in which he is working for, and is very rude to locals that he does not really know.
Occupation: An assassin of different groups of thugs.
Skills: Assassination, pick-locking/pick-pocketing, and stealth.
Nickname: ‘’The Raven'' or ''The Crow''
RP Example: Merchant-''That’ll be 75 bottle caps sir''
Sawyer-''Here you go''
''Merchant turns away''
''Sawyer uses his stealthy hands to pick-pocket the greedy man, and gets back his 75 bottle caps''
''Sawyer smacks the man un-conscious and hides him''
Sawyer-''All said and done''
''Sawyer walks away''
Sawyer born near Nevada, in the year 2252 was abandon by his parents at the age of twelve, who couldn’t take the burden of him anymore. To be found by a common found Ranger, and taken in as his own. His new father, Harry Coil was a 48 year old man of justice, clearing the land of its thugs and thieves. Sawyer appreciated that somebody would take a burden such as him. After Harry Coil retired at the age of fifty-four and Sawyer was seventeen. Sawyer and his father went to travel the lands seeking refuge of the radiation. During this time Sawyer and his father and many obstacles thrown at them, such as thugs, bandits, and ghouls. Sawyer had learned how to fight using his fists, he also learned many dangerous points of the body, and his father also should him how to shoot his 45. Magnum pistol. One day while traveling along Nevada his father suddenly started to collapse into deep pain. Later that day his father died of a unknown disease. Sawyer now being alone, found that a place called ‘’New Vegas’’ is a place to seek refuge from the dangers of the outside and radiation. Sawyer then continued his journey to a new destination, ‘’New Vegas’’.
Sawyer eventually came to a village not far from ‘’New Vegas’’ and rested in a local inn. He decided to stay longer so he could gain more resources to move on to ‘’New Vegas’’. The time to quickly to days, then weeks, then months, and then 4 years. During those few years he was primary component of the village and he hunted food and thieves. Till one day when Sawyer was 24 the village was raided by ‘’The Legion’’ and most of us were stolen from, executed, and enslaved. Sawyer tried to hold of his house using ,his old grease gun, from ‘’The Legion’’ and succeeded by not to long after they left , a bonfire made his house engnite and he could only get his most of his most treasured stuff away from the fire. Sawyer swore to get revenge on ‘’The Legion’’, but now was not the time. Sawyer finally finished his long adventure to ‘’New Vegas’’ and settled in a cozy Inn for a while. To make money Sawyer had to do the dirty work for thugs and giving messages. Sawyer eventually got the name ‘’The Raven or ‘’The Crow’’ and most of ‘’New Vegas’’ had heard of him. Sawyer always was changing his appearance to keep safe from the law and his enemies. Sawyer had finally made enough money to stop doing the dirty work of the thugs and now is trying to start a new life in ‘’New Vegas’’.
My Skype isn't working, and we don't deal with people who post fake reviews.
Oh, is there any other way we can contact you? And about those "fake reviews", it is being sorted out at the moment, it's due to a once customer now ex-employee posting a review about his services with us, and not disclosing that he was a member of our team. Apparently that shows biased and is not allowed on these forums =/.
Role-Play Exp.: not much
Why Us: the server looks cool, has guns and tank, and overall its easily distinguished itself from all the competition, seriosly all other servers are the same
Time You Can Dedicate: not much, with school and all. about 2 hours on weekdays and 3 or 4 on weekends.
Appearance: idk, normal, i guess.
Fears: nothing unusual, getting burried alive under gravel, an enemy tank when i dont have a bazooka.
Personality: prefers to work alone, fight from range if possible
Occupation: none, do a bit of everything
Skills: sniping, patience, and stealth.
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
me:"FINNALY, its complete" i said, as i layed the finishing touches out on my base
friend: "what... how did you..."
me: "ya... im a perfectionest..." its easy to be shocked. id built a massive base, and then built a complete artificial hill so realistic my friend never even realized it was there, untill now
friend: "oh, hahaha"
me: "um... whats so funny?"
friend: "you forgot a farm"
me: "O RLY, well... oh... ya i forgot a farm...
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs: *ch,ch*
"well... of the few things in life i still remember, thats one..." i think to myself, as some nearby game falls and i recock my rifle
boss joe: "WHAT THE... you woke up some 10, 15 minutes ago, and now your the best shot here"
i give the man who i only know as "boss joe" a weird look and then look away thinking "that makes me the best shot here... i must be the only one that can actully shoot"
just a few minutes ago, this band of travalers, heading to vegas and aparent safety, had made camp near a small building. the building had swiftly collapsed. the helpful and peaceful band of travalers quickly sprang into action and began searching for survivors. im the only living person they found.
as i fire and then recock my rifle, joe says "alright, thats enough, we dont want you using up all our amunition now."
upon waking up a few minutes after being dragged out of the building, i'd been told what had happened, that i was the only survivor, and after momentary confusion they'd realized i didnt remember anything. "that explains the bandage on my head" i'd thought. strange that i hadnt felt anything, i'd oviosly gotten a few screws nocked loose
"if he dosent remember anything, how come he can still talk?" some random guy asked. as it happened, no one there was a expert on the human brain, but it still appears i remember somethings, because shortly after that question was asked i saw a rifle on a nearby table, and somethign seemed to click. when i asked about it, i was told it had been recovered from the building.
managing to get up, and politely refusing help, i picked up the gun, and in less then a second checked it was loaded, aimed, and fired at a nearby animal. for some reason, id felt a bit of dissapointment as i saw that it was still alive, and only (mortally) wounded. i could only assume that, somehow, for me that was a bad shot.
my feeling of disapoitment was quickly chased off, though, as everyone gawked at my kill.
now, on my way back to the small camp which had adopted me in a matter of seconds, i thought about my future. my past seemed lost forever, and knowing nothing about it i wasnt exactly yearning to learn much about it, not as much as some people might think. but, with no idea about anything outside this small camp and some far off (or close?) placed called vegas, i know nothing about anything.
"ill stay with this small group, i guess" i thought to myself "after all, what else can i do..."
got no response as to accpted or not, so reposting
Role-Play Exp.: Nothing really serious but I'm pretty educated in the story of Fallout.
Why Us: Well I love Fallout and this looks like the best server I've seen.
Time You Can Dedicate: Week days probably 2-3 hours but weekends probably 5-6.
Name: Cole Sanderson
Appearance: Average Height, Medium Build, Desert BDU (Battle Dress Uniform)
Fears: Centaurs, Cazadors, Starvation
Personality: Seemingly Harmless, Nice, Agressive and Dangerous when he needs to be.
Skills: Well Versed in Fire-Arms, Hand-to-Hand combat, Hunting, Survival, Maintenance, Bartering.
RP Example (Add Dialogue): Cole: How much for this can of gas?
Store Owner: 300 caps.
Cole: That's ridiculous I'll bareley get 10 miles out of that can!
Store Owner: Listen here buddy, gas ain't cheap these days, now if you think you can a better deal somewhere else be my guest.
Cole: Ok fine how 'bout 250 caps and a fission battery?
Store Owner: Deal. Now scram.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Born and raised in the wastes Cole's father was an ex-Enclave soilder and his mother was a store owner in a small town. Growing up his parents taught him everything the knew from shooting to weapon maintenace and hunting. Everything he would need to survive the wastes.
At age 17 he told his parents he wanted to leave and go out on his own. Altough hesitant they decided he was ready and let him go. He has wandered the Mojave ever since now rugged and strong at the age of 23 he wishes to join a faction and maybe do some good in this god-forsaken world.
RPG Expirience: While the only Fallout I have may be New Veags, I still love it, I love Minecraft, and I love RPing. While some people may switch in and out of character once in a while, I think that is spoiling the mood. I keep to character almost always. I also have the entire Assasins Creed set. I up until recently used to play a game called Face of Mankind (check it out a bit is my opinion). While there are lots of people going in and out of character, it also encourages a very strong RPG atmosphere. And a few other RPG games that I can't remember.
Why us: Well, yes, I text properly, and I enforce an RPG atmosphere very strongly.
How much time can you spend on us: Roughly 10 hours a week or more (including the weekends). Unfortunately if there are mods installed, I may have some big problems, becuase my PC doesn't like them for some strange reason. Plug-Ins are alright though.
Apperance: Tight light blue jeans, an open-necked red checkered shirt, pre-war blue greay and blue Nike sports shoes, cowboy hat, bandolier, dark sunglasses, long and curly hair,cigar between teeth.
Fears: Planes and Ghouls
Personality: Generally shy, but once gets to know somebody a little bit gets too comfortable. Laid back, wise-cracking, and poor tempered.
Occupation: NCR for-hire elite trooper.
Skills: Persuade, Barter, Track, and help things "dissapear".
Nickname: "The Irish"
RP Example: Sullivan watched from behind a sand dune. His target walked up to a cactus and inspecte it for a second. To Sullivan, it seemed to be a regular cactus. Or was it? He couldn't tell from that distance. Sweat ran down his face and soaked his shirt. He gnawed at his end of the cigar deep in thought. If it seemed to be a regular cactus from this length, he realised with smugness, up close it must be enormous. His thoughts were sent scurrying away when his taget knocked dwon the cactus with his bare fists. it revealed a hatch. His taget slowly reached down, and looking both ways as not to be seen descending down to his lair, eventually dissapeared down the hatch, closing it behind him. Sullivan shrugged to himself, and pulled out some grilled mantis and brahmin steak.
One hour later, an odd figure with a bandolier across his waist emerged from the lair. The next hour, his target re-entered the lair only to find that there was literally nothing left inside. Nothing. Not even the torches. That day he swore he would eventually track down and kill whoever did this to him. A week later, he was killed by a ghoul while passing through the Mojave.
Backstory: Jack Sullivan was an expert tracker even before having to survive in the Mojave Wastelands. At the age of 12, his parents had to flee to America to avoid taxes that were raised as funding for a possible pre-emptive strike on Britain. When they arrived in America, they saw not the beautiful landscape that they had seen in the postcards. They saw a wasteland. After surviving about five days in their planes' crash site, they found out that America had been nuked the day before they set out for their journey. That exact same day, a pack of ghouls chanced upon the crash site. Knowing their fates were sealed, the surviving passengers and crew turned to Jack in an attempt to save him. Handing him the security 9mm pistol in the plane with a single clip for it, they handed it to Jack, and ordered him to run. Faced with no choice, he ran ahead, tears streaming down his face, hearing the cut off screams and goreful noises coming from his parents, the passengers and the crew, creating a human shield shield to allow his getaway.
Evantually he found a safe haven of people that called themselves the NCR. They agreed to take him in on one condition- that he would be theirs. He accepted. He grew up learning of the NCR, BEING the NCR. Now, at this time period, he is considered to be one of the more laid back NCR soldiers, and his services were considered so succesful that know he takes money for assignments but never guarantees anything that he can't.
Name: Alan Carter
Appearance: A little bulk, tall. Brown shaggy hair, blue eyes. If not wearing combat armor, generally wearing a stained tan shirt, brown pants and combat boots.
Fears: Enslavement, amputation.
Personality: Quiet, takes orders, more of a working man. Will do whatever is needed. Aggressive, bad temper.
Occupation: Doctor/Scientist, possibly for the Enclave.
Skills: Medicine and energy weapons.
Nickname (Optional): Al.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): I'll fill this in later.
NOTE, I DON'T NEED TO BE WHITELISTED, THIS IS MY NEW CHARACTER.
Role-Play Exp.: None.
Why Us: Because i love Fallout and Minecraft.
Time You Can Dedicate:5:00 to 9:30.
Name:Alex (No record of second name)
Appearance:Bulky, Strong. Charming face, Brown eyes and brown hair.
Fears:To be caught by the Legion.
Occupation:Army Medic and Sniper.
Skills:Speech, Guns, Healing and Barter.
Nickname (Optional):Alex No Name.
RP Example (Add Dialogue): Alex woke up in a daze. He could hear someone running, but did not know who it was.In fact Alex did not know anything. He could remember his first name and that he was a Sniper and Medic for the Army.Then he got hit hard in the face. With a boot. Alex looked up and saw a man in uniform. The uniform was red, but that is all Alex could see. He got up as fast as possible and shove the man away. ''What are you doing here?'' He asked Alex.
''I dont know'' He replied. ''Come with me to my camp'' the man said. Alex did not want to go with this man, so he looked at his feet saw a Sniper Rifle, Shoved the man back again, picked it up, hoped to god it was loaded, and fired. As the Bullet went through the mans skull, Alex ran. He did not know where to, but he ran.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Alex Grew up in Ireland, with a poor family. He joined the NCR when he was 17 years old. He was the best Medic you could find in Mojave. He could make a man fall asleep just by telling them a story from Ireland, even if half there leg was gone. He
became a Sniper to avenge his dead friends. All he wants is peace, but he knows you have to fight for it. He still wants to go home to the Green Grass of Ireland, bu t he knows that will take a long time. His family were killed by the Legionarys. He always has a way of talking to people, able to convince them to give him anything, from gas to food.
>your backstory doesnt seem to make sense you just randomly travel half-way across the world for no apparent reason then joins the NCR,becomes a medic THEN a sniper its like the Enclave taking up random people....*cough* and your friends randomly dies no backstory to them just BOOM HEADSHOT!i really doubt Ireland has green grasses anymore but it really doesnt affect my option on your backstory that just my opinion and the whole "legion killed my family" is just random please fix these mistakes