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 about 250 caps and a fission battery?
Store Owner: Deal, Now scram.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Born and raised in the wastes Coles 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. He worked in the store and did odd jobs for the locals to make money. His mother passed away when he was 16. His father became a shell of the man he once was but he continued to train Cole. By age 17 Cole was a well oiled killing machine who almost never missed his mark.
At age 17 he told his father he wanted to leave town and go out on his own. Altough hesitant his father decided that there was nothing left here for Cole and he was ready to leave. Cole left and joined a small caravan for a few years earning caps and becoming more skilled with his weapons. He left when he heard news of his father falling ill and returned home until he passed a few weeks later. After coping with his fathers death He sold the house for a few caps and took his fathers rifle. His old caravan offered him his old job and he respectfully declined. They understood, and he went on his way. He left home once more and started scavenging from abandoned homes and spending nights at Inns. 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.
accepted so far you can join the Enclave,Indepandance,NCR,or the BOS maybe not BOS