Python plz review my app and say if im accepted or not cuz nobody tells me :sad.gif:
OOC
IGN:EliteGamerAce1
Age:17
Role-Play Exp.: I have been in other RP servers and I have done pretty well
Why Us: Because I think you guys are better than others fallout servers because in other servers they don’t have a really good rp and most of the time people are OOC :/
Time You Can Dedicate: 48 hours more or less (school)
IC
Name: Elwyn Blackmore
Gender: male
Age:28
Appearance: A NCR armor was all that Elwyn found to protect himself from radiation so that’s what he wears
Fears: Raiders
Personality: Elwyn is really reserved to himself after all the things that happened to him but if someone needs him he will be there for them
Occupation: Engineer
Skills: Engineering and skilled sniper
Nickname (Optional):''One-Shot''
RP Example (Add Dialogue):Faction leader: We are running out of clean water, food and medicine so someone will have to go out to look for some. Elwyn: Ill go sir but I will need reinforcements. Elwyn's younger friend: ill go with you Elwyn Elwyn: you can’t go out you are not prepared for this those freaks are getting stronger and stronger. Elwyn's friend: But if you go alone you will get killed in no-time! Faction leader: He's right you can’t go out there by yourself. Elwyn: Alright then... Gentlemen get prepared we are going out!
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Was really young when my mother and father died from radiation poisoning... My older brother raised me. He taught me like if he was my father and care about me like a mother would. Thanks to him I learned engineering and even made me a pretty good sniper...But then we were looking for food and water in an old abandoned town and from nowhere raiders appeared, we took down some of them but they surpassed us... My brother got shot in the head and I got hurt really bad. I’m alive thanks to a man who found me and healed me. He was just a wastelander but he helped me without doubt. When I was fully healed I traveled to New Vegas but I got captured by the Legion and made me a slave. I had to make machines for them... those bastards. In secret I started making plans to escape and other slaves helped me. When we tried to escape most of the other slaves got shot and captured again, but some escaped with me and guided me to New Vegas. There I met a gunsmith who taught me how to make guns and ammunition what really helped me get some caps on New Vegas, but it wasn’t for long... One night I was just closing my gun store when I saw some NCR soldiers killing people just because they couldn’t pay the taxes and I think they killed other people just for fun. When I saw that I just thought that we humans are just about to destroy ourselves... again, but I will not let that happen until the day I die. Since that day my goal is to make peace on this wasteland that is the world and help all the people trapped on this apocalyptic world...
In-game-name: snipesinator
In-Character name: Kody Petrov
In-game-character-age: 24
Special talents?: Guns, Lockpicking, hand-to-hand, persuasion.
Why the Enclave?: (No I likz poW3r ArMorZ LOLTROLLOLOL) The Enclave seem like a very organized group of individuals and I would like to help out with the cause.
What Branch do you want to be in?: (there are the Scientists, Soldiers, officers, Telsa, and of course the famed 166th Telsa divison.) 166th Telsa Division
Will you remain loyal to the Enclave?: Yes.
Do you agree to never disobey officers?: Of course.
IGN:Fred3764
Age:16
Role-Play Exp.:I played The Vault RP and i was good at that.
Why Us:I love the Fallout series and Minecraft the combo it great!
Time You Can Dedicate:around 5-7 hours weekly.
IC
Name:Fred "Freddie" Right
Gender:Male
Age:21
Appearance:Typical sized with brown hair tends to carry a book with him.
Fears:Drowning.
Personality:Sarcastic and loyal Fred would only betray a friend if it was for the greater good.
Occupation:Traveler and Trader.
Skills:Good with a knife and alright with a gun all around good fighter or a worker if needed.
Nickname (Optional):Freddie.
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
Fred-Uggh... what happened last night?
*Looks out truck window sees raiders*
Fred-Aw crap these guys again...
Raider-Wheres the caps buddy? ill only ask once! *raises razor* And don't think about gettin' your piece out or ill gut ya!
Fred-Look man last town was already done with another merchant ill pay you next week!
Raider-Bull ****! you lie to MY face? i saw em' trading with you! now for you lieing say bye bye ear!
Fred-No! wait!
*gunshot!*
Raider-HURRK! * Fly's forward hole in chest*
Ranger-Its okay i got ya.
Fred-You NCR?
Ranger-Yes and i just saved your butt now you owe me a favor...
Backstory-When trading in Nevada a "Friend" of Fred's tried to take his caps and murder him. Thankfully an NCR ranger saved him and took him to a nearby cave and told him that the Legion is in Nevada and that Fred needs to tell the Troops at NCR HQ. He agreed and the two became best friends but eventually Nick (the ranger) stopped visiting and stopped sending notes. What started as suspicion changed to grief when he got a note not from Nick but from NCRHQ Telling Fred of Nicks death at Legion hands. To this day Fred Has wanted to join the NCR and take the fight to the Legion. Fred is for now a traveling trader but soon he may be what Nick always wanted him to: An NCR ranger.
If this in not a good app pm me the problem and ill try my best to fix it!
IGN: Seekoutguy
Age: 16
Role-Play Exp.: Little to none
Why Us: Because your server's up, and your group doesn't look like a pack of morons who think that the wasteland won' t have changed in 600 years.
Time You Can Dedicate: prolly about 2 hours a day, maybe more, maybe less.
IC
Name: "Cabsov" Carlson
Gender: Male
Age: 244
Appearance: Ghoul/regulator
Fears: Going Feral. Birds.
Personality: Chatty, friendly, likes to bargain with average people. Harsh and cruel towards bigots, raiders, and other people who believe in a second class citizen concept.
Occupation: Regulator
Skills: Firearms, Construction, Gambling, Bartering, Diplomacy.
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue): Cabsov: "Tell you what, I'll trade you 100 caps for your sniper rifle."
Store Clerk: "Are you stupid? It's marked at 1000"
"How about you bet me it in a game of caravan?"
"No. I want caps."
"Well, What if I pay your bar debt?"
"I don't drink, and even if i did, My tab would probably be less than the rifle."
"Well, what about-"
"Will you shut up! Did the rads rot out your f- ing brain too, you retarded freaking ghoul!?"
"The f- did you just call me" Points gun towards clerk
"Whoa! Whoa! I don't want trouble!"
"You shouldn't have started it then, freaking bigot" blows off shopkeep's head, take rifle. Act's like nothing happened while walking out
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): A soldier before the war, the great war occurred as he was returning from a third tour of duty in China, not a mile from his house in Detroit. Not one year after the dropping of the bombs, Carlson's body rapidly underwent ghoulification. After being booted from a shelter, he proceeded to open a caravan company to help settle the wastes. The work was hard, but it helped accelerate the process of expanding the Commonwealth wasteland. Then he got shot by a punk with a Mohawk, who he's been hunting ever since, leading him into Texas, until the concept of revenge faded over the 40 or so years. After presuming the bandit to have been dead for sometime, he opened the caravan company again, and his been assisting the merchants of the Texas wasteland. When his shop was burned down, he hunted down and killed half the gang members who had destroyed his shop and killed the two dozen good mercs living inside, wandering the wastes as a de-facto regulator, sheriff and diplomat since, taking him across the many sections of wasteland, and now currently is exploring the Kansas region to find if any particularly major groups have had any success towards colonization.
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What makes you think I was ever being reasonable? I'm sitting here with a pile of guns while wearing a flamethrower, and you thought that, at some point, I was being reasonable?
IGN: Seekoutguy
Age: 16
Role-Play Exp.: Little to none
Why Us: Because your server's up, and your group doesn't look like a pack of morons who think that the wasteland won' t have changed in 600 years.
Time You Can Dedicate: prolly about 2 hours a day, maybe more, maybe less.
IC
Name: "Cabsov" Carlson
Gender: Male
Age: 244
Appearance: Ghoul/regulator
Fears: Going Feral. Birds.
Personality: Chatty, friendly, likes to bargain with average people. Harsh and cruel towards bigots, raiders, and other people who believe in a second class citizen concept.
Occupation: Regulator
Skills: Firearms, Construction, Gambling, Bartering, Diplomacy.
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue): Cabsov: "Tell you what, I'll trade you 100 caps for your sniper rifle."
Store Clerk: "Are you stupid? It's marked at 1000"
"How about you bet me it in a game of caravan?"
"No. I want caps."
"Well, What if I pay your bar debt?"
"I don't drink, and even if i did, My tab would probably be less than the rifle."
"Well, what about-"
"Will you shut up! Did the rads rot out your f- ing brain too, you retarded freaking ghoul!?"
"The f- did you just call me" Points gun towards clerk
"Whoa! Whoa! I don't want trouble!"
"You shouldn't have started it then, freaking bigot" blows off shopkeep's head, take rifle. Act's like nothing happened while walking out
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): A soldier before the war, the great war occurred as he was returning from a third tour of duty in China, not a mile from his house in Detroit. Not one year after the dropping of the bombs, Carlson's body rapidly underwent ghoulification. After being booted from a shelter, he proceeded to open a caravan company to help settle the wastes. The work was hard, but it helped accelerate the process of expanding the Commonwealth wasteland. Then he got shot by a punk with a Mohawk, who he's been hunting ever since, leading him into Texas, until the concept of revenge faded over the 40 or so years. After presuming the bandit to have been dead for sometime, he opened the caravan company again, and his been assisting the merchants of the Texas wasteland. When his shop was burned down, he hunted down and killed half the gang members who had destroyed his shop and killed the two dozen good mercs living inside, wandering the wastes as a de-facto regulator, sheriff and diplomat since, taking him across the many sections of wasteland, and now currently is exploring the Kansas region to find if any particularly major groups have had any success towards colonization.
I'm pleased to see another ghoul applying to the server. A few issues with your application though:
You said you're a regulator; but the way your character acts isn't very regulator-ish. Regulators were the "good guys" so to speak, keeping the wastes a better place. Unless of course you're talking about the Regulators from Fallout. In which it'd make fine enough sense.
Killing someone for a few bigoted words, and weren't really bigot like at all. Outside of the fact he called you a ghoul. Which you are. Sounds like something that a shop clerk would say to anyone attempting to one up them.
How long of a period is it between turning into a ghoul and being booted from a shelter?
As of now, not denying or accepting, want answers first.
I'm pleased to see another ghoul applying to the server. A few issues with your application though:
You said you're a regulator; but the way your character acts isn't very regulator-ish. Regulators were the "good guys" so to speak, keeping the wastes a better place. Unless of course you're talking about the Regulators from Fallout. In which it'd make fine enough sense.
Killing someone for a few bigoted words, and weren't really bigot like at all. Outside of the fact he called you a ghoul. Which you are. Sounds like something that a shop clerk would say to anyone attempting to one up them.
How long of a period is it between turning into a ghoul and being booted from a shelter?
As of now, not denying or accepting, want answers first.
Sorry, not very good at providing examples of a character's attitude, and that was actually a terrible example, lemme try something else.
Talking to a man ho just called him a zombie:
"Yeah, well guess what smoothskin, you look pretty tasty to this zombie," to scare him away
After getting out of a ghoul hunt by a rich bigoted fellow:
"I'm going to kill you, not just because you're a terrible person, and I'm a regulator, but because your bull almost got me killed." before turning his head into wasteland paint.
Talking to shopkeeper:
Use the example from the character sheet, minus the parts about being called a zombie, retarded and the threat.
Also, sorry about the bit at the end of the bio about the kansas area. Applied to another server before, but they are were that bit about "The world will be the same in 600 years" thing comes from.
As for the period from being booted from the shelter, about when his skin started to become noticeably... um... not on his body?
And as for the regulator thing... Well, the first part explains that.
Also, does anybody else think we should find someone to do an item mod, like to add laser rifles, and actual guns?
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
What makes you think I was ever being reasonable? I'm sitting here with a pile of guns while wearing a flamethrower, and you thought that, at some point, I was being reasonable?
Sound pack to go along with the texturepack. http://www.multiupload.com/U5UYP0HO6B DO NOT USE THE SOUND MOD ENABLER IN THE .RAR
Sorry, had to get that point across. The SME in the .rar is outdated, and will crash your minecraft. Instead use this: http://adf.ly/2fADK (Authors adfly link, not mine)
Hey toxzero is killing me without warning and is trying to claim my shop as his own and said I won't leave you alone until you quit this roleplay and go to a different server so yeah can someone do something about this
Sound pack to go along with the texturepack. http://www.multiupload.com/U5UYP0HO6B DO NOT USE THE SOUND MOD ENABLER IN THE .RAR
Sorry, had to get that point across. The SME in the .rar is outdated, and will crash your minecraft. Instead use this: http://adf.ly/2fADK (Authors adfly link, not mine)
OOC
IGN:EliteGamerAce1
Age:17
Role-Play Exp.: I have been in other RP servers and I have done pretty well
Why Us: Because I think you guys are better than others fallout servers because in other servers they don’t have a really good rp and most of the time people are OOC :/
Time You Can Dedicate: 48 hours more or less (school)
IC
Name: Elwyn Blackmore
Gender: male
Age:28
Appearance: A NCR armor was all that Elwyn found to protect himself from radiation so that’s what he wears
Fears: Raiders
Personality: Elwyn is really reserved to himself after all the things that happened to him but if someone needs him he will be there for them
Occupation: Engineer
Skills: Engineering and skilled sniper
Nickname (Optional):''One-Shot''
RP Example (Add Dialogue):Faction leader: We are running out of clean water, food and medicine so someone will have to go out to look for some. Elwyn: Ill go sir but I will need reinforcements. Elwyn's younger friend: ill go with you Elwyn Elwyn: you can’t go out you are not prepared for this those freaks are getting stronger and stronger. Elwyn's friend: But if you go alone you will get killed in no-time! Faction leader: He's right you can’t go out there by yourself. Elwyn: Alright then... Gentlemen get prepared we are going out!
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Was really young when my mother and father died from radiation poisoning... My older brother raised me. He taught me like if he was my father and care about me like a mother would. Thanks to him I learned engineering and even made me a pretty good sniper...But then we were looking for food and water in an old abandoned town and from nowhere raiders appeared, we took down some of them but they surpassed us... My brother got shot in the head and I got hurt really bad. I’m alive thanks to a man who found me and healed me. He was just a wastelander but he helped me without doubt. When I was fully healed I traveled to New Vegas but I got captured by the Legion and made me a slave. I had to make machines for them... those bastards. In secret I started making plans to escape and other slaves helped me. When we tried to escape most of the other slaves got shot and captured again, but some escaped with me and guided me to New Vegas. There I met a gunsmith who taught me how to make guns and ammunition what really helped me get some caps on New Vegas, but it wasn’t for long... One night I was just closing my gun store when I saw some NCR soldiers killing people just because they couldn’t pay the taxes and I think they killed other people just for fun. When I saw that I just thought that we humans are just about to destroy ourselves... again, but I will not let that happen until the day I die. Since that day my goal is to make peace on this wasteland that is the world and help all the people trapped on this apocalyptic world...
i fixed all the stuff u told me to
:biggrin.gif:
Random much?
anyway, what has happened between Red and chaos?
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One of the people that applied owns a server I'm an admin on.
In-Character name: Kody Petrov
In-game-character-age: 24
Special talents?: Guns, Lockpicking, hand-to-hand, persuasion.
Why the Enclave?: (No I likz poW3r ArMorZ LOLTROLLOLOL) The Enclave seem like a very organized group of individuals and I would like to help out with the cause.
What Branch do you want to be in?: (there are the Scientists, Soldiers, officers, Telsa, and of course the famed 166th Telsa divison.) 166th Telsa Division
Will you remain loyal to the Enclave?: Yes.
Do you agree to never disobey officers?: Of course.
IGN:Fred3764
Age:16
Role-Play Exp.:I played The Vault RP and i was good at that.
Why Us:I love the Fallout series and Minecraft the combo it great!
Time You Can Dedicate:around 5-7 hours weekly.
IC
Name:Fred "Freddie" Right
Gender:Male
Age:21
Appearance:Typical sized with brown hair tends to carry a book with him.
Fears:Drowning.
Personality:Sarcastic and loyal Fred would only betray a friend if it was for the greater good.
Occupation:Traveler and Trader.
Skills:Good with a knife and alright with a gun all around good fighter or a worker if needed.
Nickname (Optional):Freddie.
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
Fred-Uggh... what happened last night?
*Looks out truck window sees raiders*
Fred-Aw crap these guys again...
Raider-Wheres the caps buddy? ill only ask once! *raises razor* And don't think about gettin' your piece out or ill gut ya!
Fred-Look man last town was already done with another merchant ill pay you next week!
Raider-Bull ****! you lie to MY face? i saw em' trading with you! now for you lieing say bye bye ear!
Fred-No! wait!
*gunshot!*
Raider-HURRK! * Fly's forward hole in chest*
Ranger-Its okay i got ya.
Fred-You NCR?
Ranger-Yes and i just saved your butt now you owe me a favor...
Backstory-When trading in Nevada a "Friend" of Fred's tried to take his caps and murder him. Thankfully an NCR ranger saved him and took him to a nearby cave and told him that the Legion is in Nevada and that Fred needs to tell the Troops at NCR HQ. He agreed and the two became best friends but eventually Nick (the ranger) stopped visiting and stopped sending notes. What started as suspicion changed to grief when he got a note not from Nick but from NCRHQ Telling Fred of Nicks death at Legion hands. To this day Fred Has wanted to join the NCR and take the fight to the Legion. Fred is for now a traveling trader but soon he may be what Nick always wanted him to: An NCR ranger.
If this in not a good app pm me the problem and ill try my best to fix it!
My youtube, if you're willing to watch some videos!
http://www.youtube.c...cy?feature=mhee
I think they are both super cool and deserve a plate of cookies.
IGN: Seekoutguy
Age: 16
Role-Play Exp.: Little to none
Why Us: Because your server's up, and your group doesn't look like a pack of morons who think that the wasteland won' t have changed in 600 years.
Time You Can Dedicate: prolly about 2 hours a day, maybe more, maybe less.
IC
Name: "Cabsov" Carlson
Gender: Male
Age: 244
Appearance: Ghoul/regulator
Fears: Going Feral. Birds.
Personality: Chatty, friendly, likes to bargain with average people. Harsh and cruel towards bigots, raiders, and other people who believe in a second class citizen concept.
Occupation: Regulator
Skills: Firearms, Construction, Gambling, Bartering, Diplomacy.
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue): Cabsov: "Tell you what, I'll trade you 100 caps for your sniper rifle."
Store Clerk: "Are you stupid? It's marked at 1000"
"How about you bet me it in a game of caravan?"
"No. I want caps."
"Well, What if I pay your bar debt?"
"I don't drink, and even if i did, My tab would probably be less than the rifle."
"Well, what about-"
"Will you shut up! Did the rads rot out your f- ing brain too, you retarded freaking ghoul!?"
"The f- did you just call me" Points gun towards clerk
"Whoa! Whoa! I don't want trouble!"
"You shouldn't have started it then, freaking bigot" blows off shopkeep's head, take rifle. Act's like nothing happened while walking out
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): A soldier before the war, the great war occurred as he was returning from a third tour of duty in China, not a mile from his house in Detroit. Not one year after the dropping of the bombs, Carlson's body rapidly underwent ghoulification. After being booted from a shelter, he proceeded to open a caravan company to help settle the wastes. The work was hard, but it helped accelerate the process of expanding the Commonwealth wasteland. Then he got shot by a punk with a Mohawk, who he's been hunting ever since, leading him into Texas, until the concept of revenge faded over the 40 or so years. After presuming the bandit to have been dead for sometime, he opened the caravan company again, and his been assisting the merchants of the Texas wasteland. When his shop was burned down, he hunted down and killed half the gang members who had destroyed his shop and killed the two dozen good mercs living inside, wandering the wastes as a de-facto regulator, sheriff and diplomat since, taking him across the many sections of wasteland, and now currently is exploring the Kansas region to find if any particularly major groups have had any success towards colonization.
I'm pleased to see another ghoul applying to the server. A few issues with your application though:
You said you're a regulator; but the way your character acts isn't very regulator-ish. Regulators were the "good guys" so to speak, keeping the wastes a better place. Unless of course you're talking about the Regulators from Fallout. In which it'd make fine enough sense.
Killing someone for a few bigoted words, and weren't really bigot like at all. Outside of the fact he called you a ghoul. Which you are. Sounds like something that a shop clerk would say to anyone attempting to one up them.
How long of a period is it between turning into a ghoul and being booted from a shelter?
As of now, not denying or accepting, want answers first.
I don't see why you couldn't make a happy trails trading company. As long as you can find the 5 people needed to make a legitimate FACTION though.
You can call yourself the happy trails caravan as long as you want, but it won't be a faction until you can get the people together for it.
Sorry, not very good at providing examples of a character's attitude, and that was actually a terrible example, lemme try something else.
Talking to a man ho just called him a zombie:
"Yeah, well guess what smoothskin, you look pretty tasty to this zombie," to scare him away
After getting out of a ghoul hunt by a rich bigoted fellow:
"I'm going to kill you, not just because you're a terrible person, and I'm a regulator, but because your bull almost got me killed." before turning his head into wasteland paint.
Talking to shopkeeper:
Use the example from the character sheet, minus the parts about being called a zombie, retarded and the threat.
Also, sorry about the bit at the end of the bio about the kansas area. Applied to another server before, but they are were that bit about "The world will be the same in 600 years" thing comes from.
As for the period from being booted from the shelter, about when his skin started to become noticeably... um... not on his body?
And as for the regulator thing... Well, the first part explains that.
Also, does anybody else think we should find someone to do an item mod, like to add laser rifles, and actual guns?
http://www.multiupload.com/U5UYP0HO6B
DO NOT USE THE SOUND MOD ENABLER IN THE .RAR
Sorry, had to get that point across. The SME in the .rar is outdated, and will crash your minecraft. Instead use this: http://adf.ly/2fADK (Authors adfly link, not mine)
Thanks Ryan!