Role-Play Exp.: I've been on a few RP servers but overall I have had a lot of experience with all games.
Why Us: I like the modern war styles and the ranking system.
Time You Can Dedicate: At least 4 hours a day
Appearance:Brown hair, hazel eyes, tall, and a little underweight.
Fears: His father.
Personality: Shy, but very kind.
Skills: Extremely fast, can outrun most people.
Nickname (Optional): None
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
Father: Jack, where are you?!
(Jack goes silent)
Father: Jack, I can here you breathe!! Get out here or I'll belt you!
(Jack walks over to his father)
Father: Jack, go get your father a beer.
Jack: But Dad, you're drunk already
(Father backhands Jack across the face)
Father: I said, GET ME A ****ING BEER!!
(Jack slowly walks off, rubbing his face)
Father: How do you think you go to school... I pay for it, so stop your complaining.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Jack is an 18 year old, just finishing school, but he's having troubles at home. His mum is never at home and his dad is an alcoholic who beats him. Jack always has bruises on him, and now he's had enough. He's always been a fast kid, always coming first in the athletics races, but now he's deciding to learn boxing. He does it secretly because if his parents knew they would not let him. After a while of boxing, Jack packs his bag and leaves home. He knows how to take a hit, and now knows a little of the giving part. He instantly went to the local army recruitment centre and enlisted as a marine. On his very first day of training, every single marine is rushed into this global nuclear war Jack had never even heard about. Now it's survival of the fittest and Jack has no one to turn to.
Role-Play Exp.:I know a decent amount of info for fallout and i can act as if i am a character, and when i was younger me and my friends would do a little sort of war reenactments and other such things.
Why Us:Well you guys seem like you are very professional and know what you are doing and it seems like a friendly server and i love the series of fallout.
Time You Can Dedicate: about 10 hours weekly if not busy from school
Appearance:mysterious and strange average height 5"11, average body
Fears:Fears the unknown, and unfriendly people, he does not like ghouls
Personality:He is a kind and friendly person at heart but he doesn't really show it much, he loves to talk to people and is willing to help almost anyone for spare change.
Occupation:he is a wanderer/trader
Skills:He is skilled at shooting guns and good sneak
RP Example (Add Dialogue): On a quiet evening, Derek was lounging in his bed,
when a man burst into his room. "Don't hurt me!" said the man exasperated as Derek pulled out
a crudely fashioned knife. He hopped to his feet and maintained his distance from the man-"What are you doing in my room? Tell me, now!"
"They're after me! The NCR are after me! Please, let me-Oh, god!" shrieked the man as a soldier appeared in the doorway, firing a burst round from his SMG. The man dropped like a fly.
"What's going on here?" asked Derek. The soldiers replied, "Don't ask me questions, and I'll get this body out of your room. Ask me questions, and we'll have problems."
As the soldier slowly dragged the body out of the room, Derek noticed several other soldiers standing by. Apparently the man had killed a few soldiers in a manic rampage. Derek simply shook his head, closed his door, and went to sleep, the blood soaking into the carpet.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):I was born and raised vault 54,my mother had died while giving birth to my now dead brother when I was 12 and my father left the vault when I was 18(i haven't seen him since).Two years later and I was tired of living each day seeing things that reminded me of them (the pictures, the school, the rooms, ect) I left, I couldn't handle remembering them anymore.
I found my way to the Mojave and almost died when a strange figure appeared and gave me some stimpacks and food, and told me where I was, I still don't know who he was or why he helped me... Now here I am, two years into this hell we call the world in a fine trading buissness with my friend Jericho wandering the wastes of the Mojave just trying to get by.Everyday I wonder how life could have been so much better for me if these damn bombs hadn't have made this destruction. My mother would still be alive and my father would still be here too. I am a lost soul in a wasteland of mystery, I will never feel at home, at least until I die...
Role-Play Exp.: Yes, it was fun and enjoyable
Why Us: My friends told me about this server, I would like to play and it looks fun
Time You Can Dedicate: At least for days a week about 2 hours a day. I also LOVE to role-play and found this interesting to do here especially because it is Fall out.
Appearance: Long wavy blond hair, stone cold blue eyes, usually carrying a knife by my left thigh
Fears: Dreadfully fear of children crying, and a big fear of creeps in the night.
Personality: Outgoing, short tempered, and a follower
Occupation: I work at a Gomorrah, have a part time job as a bartender
Skills: Cooking, cleaning, keeping company.
Nickname (Optional): Candy Bunnyrun
RP Example (Add Dialogue):- Forcfully cleaning used glasses while looking at a strange man standing on the other side of the table, "Hello sir, would you like to drink anything tonight?"
- "Yes ma'am, I would like a shot of whiskey, it was a very long day today."
-Grabbing a clean cup from the cupboard, " Right away sir,Care if you share you story? Today was one of the slowest days."
- " Well, right as I woke up, I heard a knocking at my front door. Once I opened it, my heart sank to the floor as the men in the doorway forced me to grab my son and give him up to them. My son was the only thing I lived for. I promised myself never to let anything happen to him the day he was born. But today, I broke my own promise by letting the men take him away to who knows where." Wiping a tear away from my stone cold cheeks.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):It all started as I was born, my mother did not love me, my father was a drunkard. For years I was abused by my father everyday when he came home from work. He hated my presence and never wanted me to be born. He told me I was a selfish woman who only took up space. I spent my days living in a closet with only little food and little water. I was forced to think I should never talk to anybody. By my teen years I always get glares from men who never take the chance to get to know me. I have scars on my body from all the abuse my father had put me in. My mother, never spoken of from my father, left when I was only five. By the time I was in high school, I was hit on by many of the other students. By the time I could drink, I took every chance to do so. I dropped out of high school and joined the occupation of a bartender. With little pay I struggle to keep myself alive.
Role-Play Exp.: As an amatuer actor and a future writer, RP comes naturally to me. I RP in the middle of conversations with friends, which is often funny yet confusing.
Why Us: I have been looking for a real RP server, but have yet to find one until now. My friend's server prohibits role play, and I need an outlet.
Time You Can Dedicate: Hours.
Name: Allen J. Newman
Appearance: Ghoul, black moustache, sparse hair, gambler's suit.
Fears: Strangers, Deathclaws, and the Enclave
Personality: After years of abuse from bigots, he has become shy, reserved, and quiet. Once you earn his trust, howver, he is fun and friendly. He is quick to correct people, due to his pride in intelligence.
Skills: He holds a vast knowledge of history, biology, and technology. He also is quite the shot.
Nickname (Optional): Shakey Jake, Braniac, Zombie, He prefers Al.
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
Caravaner: What the **** is that?
Al: Deathclaws, damned hellspawn is what they are. The Enclave created them before the war by mutating Jackson Chameleons. Got any stealth boys?
Caravaneer: Yeah, why? Can't we just kill it?
Al: If you have a missile launcher shoved up your ass, be my guest, I enjoy my limbs far too much to risk it. (puts on Stealthboy)
Caravaneer: I suppose you're right. Let's go. (Does the same)
Al: Sometimes, being right all the time gets old.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
A century or two after the war, a Brotherhood of Steel Scribe was ghoulified after a failed experiment in Brahmin Heart Transplants. He resigned, fearing he would be persecuted by his colleagues. He got a new name, a new job, and a new suit, but he still thirsted for knowledge. He made thousands of caps for writing A Zoological Survey of the Wasteland, The Pre-War Almanac of History, and Mutant Anthropology: A Study of Ghouls, Super Mutants, Androids, and Other Humanoids.
Despite his renown among the educated wasteland population, his ghoulified appearance made him an outcast among most. He has roamed from the Capital Wastland, Shady Sands, and recently, New Vegas. He has gone to study the Bighorners, the two Super Mutant settlements, and the Nightstalkers. When he isn't survying the local wildlife, he likes to gamble or take caravaning jobs.
During his time in the Capital Wasteland, he had an affair with a ghoullete named Phoebe. However, she was dating Azrukhal, the bartender at the Ninth Circle. He had his slave Charon shoot Al twice in the chest, once in the leg, and told him to leave town. After being patched up by Doc Barrows, Al headed West, with a terrible limp. He writes to Phoebe to this day, even though she is now married to Azrukhal.
As far has his position in the "Mojave Civil War", as he calls it in his upcoming book, He is currently torn between the NCR and Independence factions. On one hand, the NCR has funded his expedition in the Mojave, and he agrees with the spread of democracy. On the other hand, he feels that the NCR can be too controlling, one his problems the Pre-War government. He has been known to assist both parties with his knowledge, trade, and combat. He is severely against the Enclave, Legion, and Soviet forces. As a former member of the Brotherhood of Steel, he will gladly assist them as long as it is not an attack on the NCR.
His most recent act of heroism was helping a poor Courier through a canyon full of Cazadores. The Courier was clumsy, as if he were shot in the head or something. Al taught the Courier that it saves bullets to cripple the wings and split, rather than try and finish them off. Al, for some reason, had a feeling the Courier would move on to do great things.
I feel like im being ignored here, could somone read my App please?????
Role-Play Exp.:Played both Fallout 3 and New Vegas and all of there DLC's. Played Oblivion a few times, and im going to be playing skyrim alot, haha RolePlaying is just fun I guess.
Why Us:I completely love Fallout and Minecraft, and this erver seems like the perfect combo.
Time: I Play every day, For hours...well when I get home from school to when i go to bed usually. Im a very dedicated palyer.
Appearance: Caucasion, Scar on left side of face. Green Armor, Eye Patch on left eye. Brown Hair.
Personality: Im A well mannered person, I dont like cussing usually, Im pretty easy to get along with. And im funny.
Skills:Builder, Engineer Assualt training.
Nickname: My Squadmates in the 31st Engineering Battalion, Used to Call me "Ozzy"
Fears: Loseing my son, And Dieing before I can get revenge for my wife and children!
RP Example:Looking for the Scum Bastards who Killed my Wife and my Children, I will make them pay if it's the Last Thing I Do!!!
Backstory: I was a soldier for the Enclave for 9 years Living at Navarro Military Base, well until the NCR Began there assualt. That was the day I lost most of my Family. They surrendered like I told them to if the NCR took the base, But they didnt become POW's; My wife and my Daughter were raped right in front of two of my three son's, Then they were exicuted. Once the NCR ws gone, I came back to my home to look for my family, but I found them in the living room...Dead...But as Tears rolled down my face, I heard the faint crys coming from my sons room, I went in and looked around I didnt see anything, then I heard A little wimper coming from my sons bed, I looked under, I found my youngest son hidding...I pulled him out from under there, and hugged him and told him it would be ok...He told me what had happened...I went into A rage! Brakeing the pictures and furniture in the living room! When I calmed down, I saw my son sitting there stareing at me with a face wet and raw from crying for so long...I picked him up...and left. That was 7 years ago my son turned 16 a few weeks ago, and we are still tracking down those scum who Destroyed the ones we loved that faitful day... We have made our way to the Mojave Wasteland, or New Vegas, We found the Enclave here, and we have joined them, someday very soon The NCR will Pay!!!