RP Example (Add Dialogue):
(Me): *While walking, passes by a veteran NCR ranger without him noticing.* "Hi ranger"
(Ranger):"Time to die asshole!" *Goes to smack him with the but of his gun*
(Me): *Turns around quickly and grabs gun, and flips ranger to the ground.*
(Ranger):"Ow! Oof!" *lays on ground*
(Me): *laughs* "Now, what did we Learn here?"
I have no idea why, but this made my laugh so hard. :laugh.gif: The fact that your just walking by him, saying hello and then he turns and yells "Time to die asshole" is just so uncalled for :laugh.gif: .
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I heard spades and pickaxes speed up destroying blocks, not sure if it's true though :/
IGN: kanec
Age: 17
Role-Play Exp.: Well I've played pretty much all RPGs, LOVE Bethesda games, there are to play; I've played ALL the Fallout series, but not all the Elder Scrolls just the last two. I find all there is to find in an RPG and I just love Fallout. :3
Why Us: Because y'all are the only server that has the default texturepack like this :]
Time You Can Dedicate: Around 6 or more hours
IC
Name: Jack Carver
Gender: Male
Age:21
RP Example: *One eerily quiet day in the Wastes on a short food run to the local NCR outpost*
Jack: How much farther?
Tyrell: About one more hour of walking.
Jack: Ok.
*About a hour passes with NO ACTION, they finally reach the outpost*
NCR Troops:FOOOOD!
*The troops swarm the storage and take all the food*
NCR Officer: Sorry about all this, just take all the ammo y'all need, HQ keeps sending us ammo even though we request food.
Jack: Well sorry bout' dat' were goin' now.
Backstory: Jack was born out in the Wastes, and never really knew his family. The fact that his father was out scavenging for days, at times, and his mother left him while his father was gone, he had a lot of time on his hands at the age of 9 years old. Jack knew nothing of the world other than the pathedic shack that they "lived" in under a crumbling highway. One day, about three hours after his mother had left, he was awaken by the sound of a struggle outside the shack. Now this shack was built out of all types of materials, mostly out of rusted and aged tin roofing material. Jack was all alone and had no clue what to do, so he peered out of one of the many holes in the tin structure.
What he had seen scarred him for life. His father had forgotten something while he was out in the Wastes and on his way home he had stumbled across his "wife" and others eating something, like animals. As he made his way closer, the group spotted him and fled, but his wife stayed, paralized with fear. Already filled with anger because she had left his son behind, he struck her once and when she fell, he saw what they were eating, a child. Thinking that this carcass was his child, he started to beat her with the butt of his rifle while she was on the ground.
While being beaten, she screamed, "Your son is fine!" He stopped for about three seconds, "Just follow me and I'll show you!" she said. The way back home was filled with hatred towards one another. When the two finally arrived home the woman cried out for Jack; but no one answered. Not thinking about waiting, he struck her with the rifle again. He went beserk on her, and finally, after a good 6 minutes of beating, he pulled out his rifle, put the barrel in her mouth, and said "Good-bye," while pulling the trigger. After this, he looked up and there stood his son, appalled and crying. He tried to comfort his son by telling him what she had done and said, "that she would have done the same thing to him if she had found you."
After the story had ended, he picked up his son to take him inside, but not knowing that his son had pulled the knife off of his backpack and that his son was even more angered at him than his mother, Jack took the knife and slowly pushed the knife into his fathers neck. With his dieing breath, the father said, "I still love you,son." After hearing this, Jack just sat there for hours, upon hours, upon hours, just thinking about what he had done. After 12 hours had past, he finally came out of the trance to find that some caravaners that were with the caravan company called, "The Crimson Caravan," were starring at him. Out of all the odds in the whole ugly, burnt world they took him in, and taught him all the skills he knows to this day.
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People on Haven and Hearth don't care for me very much:P
Just ask them :]
IGN: StippySam
Age: 17
Role-Play Exp.: I have been playing RP servers all my minecraft years
Why Us: I joined the chat and heard people saying this server is awesome!
Time You Can Dedicate: I can dedicate 3-5 hours each day
IC
Name: Chris Hawkton
Gender: Boy
Age: 24
Appearance: A white man with Scrawny black hair. An orange pair of sneakers with with straps.
Fears: Clowns, Dark Gloomy Boats.
Personality: All my life I have been kind of a loner, I am shy.
Occupation: Practicing My Swords Art.
Skills: Short range fighting, Stealth attacks
Nickname (Optional): Runaway
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
Hank- Chris you must find your older brother
Chris- No, I must train and be the best.
Hank- NO! You must find him.
Chris- Fine, You deserve this.
*Chris stabs Hank through the Heart*
5 hours later..
Woman- *Screams*
*From a distance Chris shoots the "Woman" with his sniper*
*President sees the death*
*Chris shoots President Kenny
President Kenny- OH SHI----
* Chris takes over town and kills everyone*
Chris- Now it's time for the fun...
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Me and my Sister were only 10 when we got seperated, My Mom gave me her New-Born Chris, As I walked away I saw my Mom and Dad get shot. 15 years passed and I was Training the arts of Sword fighting off the coast of Argentina, My little brother was finally 17 When I gave him My Sword and seperated. After that I turned into a bandit. Robbing all the cities, houses, and people I could find. Then once As I was robbing a NCR station I didn't know that they had Laser guns. They shot and blasted me away. I woke up in a shrine with no Idea Who, or What I was. I travelled everywhere looking for my Identity. I remember my Life now. I know who did this to me. I must find him, and Kill him....
PLZZ READ THIS I HAVE POSTED IT LIKE 40 TIMES
app for NCR
General Everest: It's time to liberate the Mojave back to it's victorious way! There is one path to honor, victory, money, and power! That is the NCR, and this is the now!
Full Name:kale
Specialization (Scientist, Soldier, Farmer, etc.):im a solider type
Will You Be Dedicated:yes sir
Why The NCR:ncr are the best in boht fallout new vegas and in the server and ye i raly dont like legion(they can suck my balls) and dont like soviets(they killd me two times when i was wandering)
Will You Respect Your Fellow Officers and Soldiers:yes sir
Will You Fight Until The End:yes sir. il fight until the death!
IGN:the1024
Age:15
Role-Play Exp.:PLENTY of RP servers
Why Us: seems like a decent server
Time You Can Dedicate: 3-4 HR
IC
Name:Henry Walsch
Gender:Male
Age:Twenty Nine
Appearance:Tall, dark hair,eyepatch
Fears:The people of the new america will resort to old ways, and bring themselves to destruction once more.
Personality: He's a nice guy, but doesn't like idiots, and doesn't take insults well,and has a strange obsession with the human eye,
Occupation:Trader, part time engineer
Skills:Barter,Engineering, and is decent in close range combat
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
Henry: Hello sir!
Customer: Hey Henry, I found an old camera I wanna' sell
Henry: Alright let me see it *grabs camera, then begins to inspect it* Aight' i'll give ya' one hundred eighty caps fur' it.
Customer: No, no, I think something this old would be worth more!
Henry: I'm not changin' the price, you want the caps or not?
Customer: Look Henry, I got three of my guys waitin' outside, you don't want them in here, now do you?
Henry: I doubt you'd like a cut throat, would ya'?
Customer: Fine, you asked for it! hey guys, get your lazy selfs in here, we're taking over the shop!
Henry: *grabs his knife and grabs the man, and holds the knife to his neck* You shouldn't have done that, now i'll leave you and your buds' a pretty little reminder. *Henry then starts cutting the man's eye out*
The gang members: HOLY SH** HE'S KILLIN' JACK!
Henry: *drops Jack on the floor and spins the knife around a bit.* You guys want a present too?
Gang Member 1: Comeon guys, it's only one, we can take him
Henry: *throws the knife and lands it in the gang member's neck* The rest of you want some fun times to?
The Gang Members: *run away screaming "HELP"*
Henry: *grabs the cleaning tools and starts working on the mess he made*
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
Henry was the second child in a family of four.His first mother died from severe radiation poisoning, and his second died from a bullet to the head shortly after his third sibling was born.His father had a gambling problem, and that took a big chunk out of the family's money,his father tried the best he could to supply the family with the essentials. Eventually his father decided to leave the children with his friend, Joseph Cledance. Joseph was a merchant, and did well at his job,he could supply the kids with anything they wanted, even food from the Gourmad in New Vegas. Joeph taught Henry everything he knew about trade, so that one day Henry could live a good life.Henry's oldest sibling soon joined the NCR.His brother's squad was sent on a mission to attack a small legion camp, His squad sent him ahead to scout, and make a plan for attack, The squad turned their heads away for a slight second, and Henry's brother was decapitated by a hidden legion scout.Henry begain to hate the NCR for letting his brother die, and vowed to one day make them suffer like he did.Henry left his home at the age of twenty one, to find a new place to live.Henry didn't do well when he tried to open a store, and was beaten many times. Henry decided he needed to learn how to use a knife, so he went to find some gangsters who could teach him how to fight. It was hard at first, to gain their trust, but he eventually did, and they treated him like a member of the family, they taught him all they knew about fighting, and in return he helped them gain some spending money.Henry left their gang when he turned twenty five, and just wanderd the wastes for four years, just barely getting by.He's now decided to start another store, and maybe make his own town, that will be wealthy and powerfull.
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Also, here are some exerpts from his diary:
The Diary of Henry walsch:My time with the gang:
I'm starting a diary just for the sake of not forgetting how to write while i spend my time with the gang, i'm sure they don't dabble in the arts of Literature, I'd say they prefer the local woman of the night, more than the works of H.P. Lovecraft
Day 12:
Well, i've gained the gang's trust, but i don't think the fat one, Lenny, likes me, but i don't care he's a pathetic slob with no respect for women, or his comrades,but i cannot kill him, as he IS the man teaching me how to use a knife.I've also began a nice game of cards with the leader, James, I think he cheats though, he had a hand of aces.
Day 42:
I might have killed Lenny, we're not sure yet, but he DID try to steal my food, I wonder, does a missing eye usualy cause death? we'll find out soon enough.James and I had a laugh about this, as he ALSO hates Lenny.James and I have become pretty good buds' but seeing that I haven't written for quite some time, I think spending more time with him is causing me to stray from writing.
Day 44:
Lenny died, who could've guessed, certainly not the man who cut out his eye for stealing his food, may he rest in hell.Today i'm being kicked out of the gang for killing the best combatant, so I suppose i'll just wander the wastes for some time until i can decide what i want to do with myself.
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The Diary of Henry Walsch: The Big Book of Engineering:
Day 1:
Today I found a strange book, it's one thousand five hundred fifty pages long, and is all about engineering, i'm going to read it all in the hopes of making more money later on.
Day 2:
I'm currently on chapter fourteen, and i've been messing with some stuff I found in the scrapyard i've been sleeping at. So far I have made a working welding gun.
Day 2:
reached chapter twenty seven, been working on the scrapyard owner's door, and i've made a working keypad, and break-in alert system, she was so happy she gave me four thousand caps.
Day 5:
I've been working on the nearby town's power and doors so I have not been able to read much lately, but tonight i'm getting back to reading, after i finish the store owner's back room.
Day 6:
Something bad happend last night, one of my keypads caught on fire, and the damage cost me five thousand caps. I'm working on a new design to keep the keypads from overheating.
Day 10:
The Ncr heard of my works in the town, and invited me to work for them full time, but I denied, I want NOTHING to do with those lousy pieces of scum! if I was going to be an engineer for ANY of the groups out here, it'd most likely be the Legion, but I haven't heard of them using high tech things yet, so I doubt that'll ever happen.
IGN: atallstalker
Age: 17
Role-Play Exp.: mainly RP on WoW and have been doing so for years
Why Us: friend suggested, and you seem super organized
Time You Can Dedicate: hours and hours per day
IC
Name: Nephril
Gender: Male
Age: 35
Appearance: Full beard, Shaven head, 6'3" 275
Fears: world annihilation
Personality: humorously shy
Occupation: self employed
Skills: pretty good shot and very strong
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue): "and before you the rigged siloete of a strong man appears from behind the curtains of reality" "dude....why do you talk to your mom like that?" "SHUT UP IM ON THE PHONE"
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Nephril is a socially awkward middle aged man. BUT HE IS NOT AN INCOMPETENT FOOL. He has....."skills" though they have yet to be fully discovered, he still has them. But, Nephril was not always a middle aged man. No....not at all, at one point in time Nephril was a child. Yes, a child. As a child Nephril was trying to cope with the early divorce of his parents. And his parents were trying to cope with having Nephril for a son. Though all of them had hardships, obviously Nephril's are more important. Nephril started school soon after the divorce and had little time to blend it before his mother decided to move (she had won custody of him in the divorce trial.). His mother became broke after she had become addicted to drugs and this is when she had fallen in love with a convicted felon recently released from prison and moved elsewhere to live with her mother.
Nephril and his mother lived with his grandmother for about 2 years until his mother broke up with the felon and saved up enough money to move back to their original home. There they spent the next seven years living in great conditions and enjoying life. But of course this did not last much longer after that. Nephril's mom had fallen in love again, and yes this one was also a convicted felon but that was "in his past". So again they moved to another area. In this area it was much different than either of them were used to but Nephril had to deal with it because he had no other options. After a few miserable years with his mother and stepfather (his mom married the convicted felon) he was old enough to move away. So like he had always wanted he moved back to his birthplace. For many more years after that Nephril lived in peace with a good job, a good truck, and a few good girlfriends. But, of course that was until..............
IGN: Lovemeornot
Age:16
Role-Play Exp.: Lots of DND and wow
Why Us: i really wanted to try out a cool pvp/rp server
Time You Can Dedicate: every day fomr 2-10 Est
IC
Name:Belynadron Utech
Gender:M
Age:23
Appearance:Black strong 6"5
Fears:Storms, will not fight in a storm
Personality:Sweet, kind and heroic
Occupation: miner
Skills: Digging bunkers
Nickname (Optional):belyn
RP Example (Add Dialogue): "i remember when the bombs drop all those years ago, i was just a boy but i was a scary time." The man in the dark cloak seemed to be shaking as he said it.
"But sir that was at least 200 years ago" belyn said with a very surprised look on his face.He heard some people in the town a few miles back talking. they mentioned a man who lived through the bombs.
"yes my boy i was very young but i have survived though all these years and so can you. There was a poet back in my time.She said on the very last line of the poem that As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others. young man i will never forget that poem and you shall not either"
And the old man was gone died right there. watching someone die is not like the stories say. There is no feeling of life going out of someone there is death only cold death. This was the second time belyn has watched someone die.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Belyn and his twin brother, Abbul grew up in Washington. living next to the sea the two were taught how to swim at a very early age by their mother and father. When the boys were 14 their father taught them how to craft and sail a boat. belyn and his family were so close to each other.
When the boys turned 16 their father told them to go out on a boat and find an island off the coast of their beach. the two searched for hours but did not find anything upon returning home they see mine in black cloaks running away from their house. thinking nothing of it the return home. when they arrive the home is a mess and their parents were gone.
Role-Play Exp.: Six years as a runescape player Moderator (SirBlackwell). I know my way around many an rpg (the final fantasys, oblivions, fallout, what have you) I’ve played a few games of old school D&D in my day but by no means am I a professional, can’t take these things too seriously now I’m in it to have a bit of fun and a spot of healthy escapism heh. No RP experience as of yet with minecraft though, haven’t found a rp server that seemed to be a good fit for me. I’ve been a part of a few other servers (vanilla mostly) but most have gone belly up, hoping to find a good place to cut my rp teeth so to speak and being a huge fan of the fallout universe I had to give it a shot.
Why Us: Happened across an article on the obsidian block just now, and jumped to apply. I love fallout and I’ve wanted to try my hand at RP minecraft style for some time now, seems like the best of two worlds. What’s not to love?
Time You Can Dedicate: On average an hour or so most days (got an 8-5 job) and likely two or three on my weekends give or take. Though with Skyrim coming out next week no promises heh..
IC
Faction- You do your thing and I’ll do mine. I've no real issue with the NCR independents or brotherhood but I'm none too fond of being told what to do, how to think, or being taxed at that. As for the rest of those loons and psychopaths, well now that's what they make buckshot foe eh?
Name: Reginald Blackwell (why fix what ain’t broken?)
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Appearance: Scraggly red hair & beard, Green eyes, flannel, suspenders, boots and khakis, average build and average looking. Looks more like he’d be suited for the hills of Vermont rather than the Mohave *shrugs* I ams what I ams’
Fears: Not being able to protect the folks he cares about, that and feral ghouls, those give em the willies.. all shrieking, running, grabbing, biting at you in the dark like that.. and that SMELL. Oh and rad roaches, ughh.
Personality: Stoic, untrusting, & standoffish at first, kind and genuine once he warms up to you, snarky and deadpan at all times.
Occupation: Jack of all trades master of none? Makes a living savaging, fixing, and learning what he can from the past. Something of an amateur scientist and strangely enough lumberjack (bit useless in the desert wastes- granted but that’s life for you and that rarely makes a lick of sense)
Skills: Tinkers with devices of years gone by. None too bad with a shotgun or axe if need be and loves woodworking when he can get his hands on some actual un rotted/ irradiated/ er non sentiate lumber.. had a run in with a talking tree over in DC some time back… trys not to think about it.
Nickname (Optional): Reggie, or Blackwell whatever strikes your fancy.
RP Example-
Staring down a particularly deranged looking twitchy legionnaire at the side of an overturned Box Truck-
Now I don’t want any trouble boyo, I’m just trying to pry these self sealing stembolts free from this here rusted hulk, dunno just what in blazes they’r for but… Oi you wearing a skirt there and is that a flippin dog collar??!
(leaginare steps forward swinging a spiked collar over head barking obesities while making a lude jester)
Now ifin your planning on dragging me back to your masters as a slave or er gimp by the look’a you I’m afraid I’ll have to give it a miss, why don’t you scamper on back to Little Caesar’s and make a few pizzas eh? Now let me back to my work Nancy… lest you wana be making your toga wearing, s&m, nobhappy masters miffed at me for the free lobotomy I’ll be giving ya should you be stepping any closer, er well if you have a brain to blast out at any rate..
(howling with rage, and confusion the legionnaire charges brandishing a massive spear and his middle finger)
Righ’ then guess he must be fond’o being eviscerated? C’mon now bring it Nancy! Careful now Don’t want you tripping over tha’ fancy mettle skirt do we?!
With a quick side step he dodges a spear hits the legion in the nether regions with a round of 000 buck, a second to the forehead point blank and is off on his merry way, well after a bit o looting useless trinkets naturally, it’s the wasteland after all eh?
...
Three legion scouts observe this from a distance, looks like Mr. Blackwell’s done stirred up the hive.
Backstory-
Blackwell Hails from the deep misty (and slightly radioactive) mountains of Vermont, Grew up living a simple life in a small cabin tucked away in the woods (or what you would call woods these days) with his father.
From what Blackwell could gather over the years from the old man was that he was a scientist with the enclave- having fled the ranks, disgusted by their xenophobia and terrified by their genocidal ambitions retreated to the distant mountains to raise his children as best and morally he could. His mother had sadly passed while giving birth to him; even with the enclaves advanced technology mortality rates are still high no matter what part of the shattered world you live ..or so his father said. That’s where the tragedy ends and their new simple life began. Beyond that Blackwell could never pry out of the old guy. Just what his father did for the enclave Blackwell couldn’t say, all he ever got was a blank stare and a quick subject change or a smack with a belt. Even his mother’s death he wondered about, he figured there were just some things you didn’t ask a about. Still….
Years later at the age of 19 Blackwell simply took it in his head to set off on his own to seek adventure across the wastes, no particularly tragic turn of events, no death, no revenge, just wanderlust sent him off. His left his father with a simple good bye note (and as far as Blackwell is aware he’s still living in the hills, stewing in depression, rage, and whiskey as he always was) Living the life of a woodsmen though peaceful enough, just proved too dull and mesmerized by the tails of the untouched oasis of Las Vegas told by passing caravans Blackwell parted ways with his father, well ran away to join the circus; so to speak and set off across the tattered remnants of this once great country. The old story of a young kid leaving his boring home for a life of fun and adventure, sad it never turns out that way eh?
….
Six hard long, did I mention hard?, years of wandering and barely scraping by with nothing but his wits to protect him Blackwell Finally made it to the fabled promise land of flashing lights and excess and found it not quite as he had hoped but exactly what he had secretly dreaded…
War... war never changes…
IGN: d4v3m4n
Age: 14
Role-Play Exp.: About 2 other servers I played some RP on
Why Us: Looks and sounds very well thought out and seems cool
Time You Can Dedicate: In a regular week about 1 hour every day.
IC
Name: Charles W. Montrepido
Gender: Male
Age: 40
Personality: Only takes what he needs
Nickname (Optional): Charlie
RP Example (Add Dialogue): Wanders the wasteland looking for a city to settle in
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Charlie had been at his home in central Colorado, but he was forced to leave after a large party of Kahn militia stole everything from him and made his house part of there camp. Since the Kahn were heading North Charlie decided to head South. Charlie wandered South helping people in need and taking only what he needed, all he wanted was to find a new place to settle and finally find a place to call home.IGN: d4v3m4n
Age: 14
Role-Play Exp.: About 2 other servers I played some RP on
Why Us: Looks and sounds very well thought out and seems cool
Time You Can Dedicate: In a regular week about 1 hour every day.
IC
Name: Charles W. Montrepido
Gender: Male
Age: 40
Personality: Only takes what he needs
Nickname (Optional): Charlie
RP Example (Add Dialogue): Wanders the wasteland looking for a city to settle in
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Charlie had been at his home in central Colorado, but he was forced to leave after a large party of Kahn militia stole everything from him and made his house part of there camp. Since the Kahn were heading North Charlie decided to head South. Charlie wandered South helping people in need and taking only what he needed, all he wanted was to find a new place to settle and finally find a place to call home.
IGN: d4v3m4n
Age: 14
Role-Play Exp.: A couple of servers
Why Us: Looks and sounds really cool....sounds like a cool experience
Time You Can Dedicate: On average 1 hour a day
IC
Name: Charles W. Montrepido
Gender: Male
Age: 40
Nickname (Optional): Charlie
RP Example (Add Dialogue): Wanders the wasteland looking for a new home.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Charlie lived in Central Colorado with his dog "Xavier". Charlie had a quiet simple life with his favorite hobbies being studying animals and collecting guns. Charlie heard the Great Kahns were traveling to Wyoming after being kicked out of there old home...What Charlie didn't know is that the Kahn's would pass right through Charlie's town. The Khan's kicked Charlie and his dog out of his home and so Charlie decided to go West to avoid them. Charlie and Xavier wander the wasteland together offering to help anyone in need and only taking what they need. Charlie's goal is to find a new place for him and Xavier to call home.
Sorry about posting two different stories my computer froze after the first one and I didn't think it got through. Use the second story as my official one though.
RP Example (Add Dialogue)(Sorry if the point of views are kinda mixed up): *As I was reaching for my gun (right hand), he threw a knife into my wrist and my hand was stuck inside my pocket, tried to pull it out, but it hurt to much.*
Dralkt: "F**k"
Billy-bob: "Hah, nice throw eh?"
Me: "I'd like to say otherwise, but the truth is the truth..."
*I grabbed my gun with my left hand from my right pocket, aimed it at him.*
Me: "Any last words?" >:}
Him: "Yep; goodbye."
*He was reaching for some kind of "Weapon" I'm guessing.*
*I shoot about 3-4 and about 2-3 bullets him him in the legs.*
*I get myself together and stand up to walk over to him.*
Me: "Lets not make this anymore dramatic than it already is."
*Aiming the gun at his heart-area...*
Him: "Wait..! If you're going to kill me... then at least know this..."
*There is a pause and I lower my gun, but not my guard.*
Him: "I should have told you this Soo long ago..." *Cough/wheeze*
Him: "I'm related to you... family-wise..."
Me: "...What..?" *My eyes enlarge.*
Me: "How so, "Family-wise"?"
Him: "I'm your brother.."
(Three different endings possible-)
(#1)
Me: "WHAT!? NO... IMPOSSIBLE!"
*I shoot him in the head twice, and it's over.... Finally over....*
*I walk away thinking about the previous situation.*
(#2)
Me: "Wow... Oh my god... O.m.g... Wow... Are you serious??"
Him: "Yes... This is no fraud, this has been true our whole lives, I've known this for some while now... but I have been waiting for the perfect time to tell you, although apparently that time MAY never come..."
Me: "I walk away and think about 10 yards from him for about 45 seconds."
Me: "Lets get you to a hospital and on the way, if you could, try to explain more of this to me."
(#3)
Me: "WHAT!? NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!"
*Epic music plays as camera zooms out and spins 360 degrees facing us going towards the sky.*
Back-story (1-2 LONG paragraphs): I came from Peru (though I wasn't born there), along with Roenbandit and because of all the crime I moved away about a month or two after he did (because I couldn't figure some things out and set
up some plans in time). In the end we both still made it out and alive, though I abandoned ONE of my
best friends, Connor... I'm not sure if he's still alive... He may be, but I have heard NOTHING of his
existance since I moved. We used to go to school together, 7th grade, the school I was going to was a nightmare, bullies on top of bullies on top of unfair teachers. Me and Connor were in a group of other friends too... Andre and Daniel, Daniel was more of a friend than Andre was, but me and Connor just seemed to like to do most things together. Like playing with trading cards, talking about/watching Anime series, talking about/playing Minecraft together (Inception! I put a back-story for an Rp Minecraft server about playing Minecraft with a friend Haha), and he would ask me what he should draw a picture of pertaining to anime, I would tell him, and within a couple of days he would be putting the finishing touches on it. Wow... We were really good friends. By the way... I'm not gay, just to throw that out there...
Me and Roenbandit, Mikael, lived in the same 2 story apartments building. Except we lived on different levels; He lived on the bottom level and I lived on the top level. From time to time we thought about switching, but it all came down to the complications of moving furniture and settling it with the person who took our rent, who was a real ****, so we just stayed. So... once there was this rumor going around that our building was rigged with explosives and that it has been than way for a good while now and that someone is waiting for the right time... And it was just to scare us... I found out because I inspected the whole building during one winter. (I don't really feel like typing this anymore, but I can give more info if I get onto the server, and I would say 1 extremely large paragraph with 1 smaller paragraph would be OK to at least get onto the white-list.)
After the events of <CLASSIFIED>, a Soviet by the name of Captain Klayton arrived at Rimrock. He was there wanting to see <CLASSIFIED>, and was asked to leave. Refusing, Corporal "Grizz" Carter, a Green Beret, took matters into his own hands. Refusing to listen to fellow Green Beret Corporal Williams, "Grizz" attacked Klayton.
"Grizz", shooting multiple times at Klayton, continued fighting and fighting. Soon leading to hand to hand combat, "Grizz" continued to beat Klayton over and over. Trying to choke him to death, stab him, shoot him, drown him, and multiple other things, the fight resulted in victory for "Grizz".
After that, "Grizz" went into base for medical attention, and <CLASSIFIED> left. Klayton's body was taken way, not revealing if he lived or not.
....I love you
I have no idea why, but this made my laugh so hard. :laugh.gif: The fact that your just walking by him, saying hello and then he turns and yells "Time to die asshole" is just so uncalled for :laugh.gif: .
Age: 17
Role-Play Exp.: Well I've played pretty much all RPGs, LOVE Bethesda games, there are to play; I've played ALL the Fallout series, but not all the Elder Scrolls just the last two. I find all there is to find in an RPG and I just love Fallout. :3
Why Us: Because y'all are the only server that has the default texturepack like this :]
Time You Can Dedicate: Around 6 or more hours
IC
Name: Jack Carver
Gender: Male
Age:21
RP Example: *One eerily quiet day in the Wastes on a short food run to the local NCR outpost*
Jack: How much farther?
Tyrell: About one more hour of walking.
Jack: Ok.
*About a hour passes with NO ACTION, they finally reach the outpost*
NCR Troops:FOOOOD!
*The troops swarm the storage and take all the food*
NCR Officer: Sorry about all this, just take all the ammo y'all need, HQ keeps sending us ammo even though we request food.
Jack: Well sorry bout' dat' were goin' now.
Backstory: Jack was born out in the Wastes, and never really knew his family. The fact that his father was out scavenging for days, at times, and his mother left him while his father was gone, he had a lot of time on his hands at the age of 9 years old. Jack knew nothing of the world other than the pathedic shack that they "lived" in under a crumbling highway. One day, about three hours after his mother had left, he was awaken by the sound of a struggle outside the shack. Now this shack was built out of all types of materials, mostly out of rusted and aged tin roofing material. Jack was all alone and had no clue what to do, so he peered out of one of the many holes in the tin structure.
What he had seen scarred him for life. His father had forgotten something while he was out in the Wastes and on his way home he had stumbled across his "wife" and others eating something, like animals. As he made his way closer, the group spotted him and fled, but his wife stayed, paralized with fear. Already filled with anger because she had left his son behind, he struck her once and when she fell, he saw what they were eating, a child. Thinking that this carcass was his child, he started to beat her with the butt of his rifle while she was on the ground.
While being beaten, she screamed, "Your son is fine!" He stopped for about three seconds, "Just follow me and I'll show you!" she said. The way back home was filled with hatred towards one another. When the two finally arrived home the woman cried out for Jack; but no one answered. Not thinking about waiting, he struck her with the rifle again. He went beserk on her, and finally, after a good 6 minutes of beating, he pulled out his rifle, put the barrel in her mouth, and said "Good-bye," while pulling the trigger. After this, he looked up and there stood his son, appalled and crying. He tried to comfort his son by telling him what she had done and said, "that she would have done the same thing to him if she had found you."
After the story had ended, he picked up his son to take him inside, but not knowing that his son had pulled the knife off of his backpack and that his son was even more angered at him than his mother, Jack took the knife and slowly pushed the knife into his fathers neck. With his dieing breath, the father said, "I still love you,son." After hearing this, Jack just sat there for hours, upon hours, upon hours, just thinking about what he had done. After 12 hours had past, he finally came out of the trance to find that some caravaners that were with the caravan company called, "The Crimson Caravan," were starring at him. Out of all the odds in the whole ugly, burnt world they took him in, and taught him all the skills he knows to this day.
Just ask them :]
Name (Full): banshee9046
Rank you want if wanted?: I do not want to be ranked, I would rather be ranked by my other fellow clan members.
Special Talents? (i.e. fighting, farming, scientist): I am a very skilled fighter.
Will you be dedicated?: I will be very dedicated and I will do anything that is asked of me even if it means death.
Why do you want to join the BoS?: I want to join the Brotherhood of Steel to fight and build and dominate the landscape.
Will you be loyal and respectful to your fellow soldiers? Yes I will be very respectful and will help them in anyway possible.
IGN: StippySam
Age: 17
Role-Play Exp.: I have been playing RP servers all my minecraft years
Why Us: I joined the chat and heard people saying this server is awesome!
Time You Can Dedicate: I can dedicate 3-5 hours each day
IC
Name: Chris Hawkton
Gender: Boy
Age: 24
Appearance: A white man with Scrawny black hair. An orange pair of sneakers with with straps.
Fears: Clowns, Dark Gloomy Boats.
Personality: All my life I have been kind of a loner, I am shy.
Occupation: Practicing My Swords Art.
Skills: Short range fighting, Stealth attacks
Nickname (Optional): Runaway
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
Hank- Chris you must find your older brother
Chris- No, I must train and be the best.
Hank- NO! You must find him.
Chris- Fine, You deserve this.
*Chris stabs Hank through the Heart*
5 hours later..
Woman- *Screams*
*From a distance Chris shoots the "Woman" with his sniper*
*President sees the death*
*Chris shoots President Kenny
President Kenny- OH SHI----
* Chris takes over town and kills everyone*
Chris- Now it's time for the fun...
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Me and my Sister were only 10 when we got seperated, My Mom gave me her New-Born Chris, As I walked away I saw my Mom and Dad get shot. 15 years passed and I was Training the arts of Sword fighting off the coast of Argentina, My little brother was finally 17 When I gave him My Sword and seperated. After that I turned into a bandit. Robbing all the cities, houses, and people I could find. Then once As I was robbing a NCR station I didn't know that they had Laser guns. They shot and blasted me away. I woke up in a shrine with no Idea Who, or What I was. I travelled everywhere looking for my Identity. I remember my Life now. I know who did this to me. I must find him, and Kill him....
app for NCR
General Everest: It's time to liberate the Mojave back to it's victorious way! There is one path to honor, victory, money, and power! That is the NCR, and this is the now!
Full Name:kale
Specialization (Scientist, Soldier, Farmer, etc.):im a solider type
Will You Be Dedicated:yes sir
Why The NCR:ncr are the best in boht fallout new vegas and in the server and ye i raly dont like legion(they can suck my balls) and dont like soviets(they killd me two times when i was wandering)
Will You Respect Your Fellow Officers and Soldiers:yes sir
Will You Fight Until The End:yes sir. il fight until the death!
See you in the Mojave, Everest out
IGN:the1024
Age:15
Role-Play Exp.:PLENTY of RP servers
Why Us: seems like a decent server
Time You Can Dedicate: 3-4 HR
IC
Name:Henry Walsch
Gender:Male
Age:Twenty Nine
Appearance:Tall, dark hair,eyepatch
Fears:The people of the new america will resort to old ways, and bring themselves to destruction once more.
Personality: He's a nice guy, but doesn't like idiots, and doesn't take insults well,and has a strange obsession with the human eye,
Occupation:Trader, part time engineer
Skills:Barter,Engineering, and is decent in close range combat
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
Henry: Hello sir!
Customer: Hey Henry, I found an old camera I wanna' sell
Henry: Alright let me see it *grabs camera, then begins to inspect it* Aight' i'll give ya' one hundred eighty caps fur' it.
Customer: No, no, I think something this old would be worth more!
Henry: I'm not changin' the price, you want the caps or not?
Customer: Look Henry, I got three of my guys waitin' outside, you don't want them in here, now do you?
Henry: I doubt you'd like a cut throat, would ya'?
Customer: Fine, you asked for it! hey guys, get your lazy selfs in here, we're taking over the shop!
Henry: *grabs his knife and grabs the man, and holds the knife to his neck* You shouldn't have done that, now i'll leave you and your buds' a pretty little reminder. *Henry then starts cutting the man's eye out*
The gang members: HOLY SH** HE'S KILLIN' JACK!
Henry: *drops Jack on the floor and spins the knife around a bit.* You guys want a present too?
Gang Member 1: Comeon guys, it's only one, we can take him
Henry: *throws the knife and lands it in the gang member's neck* The rest of you want some fun times to?
The Gang Members: *run away screaming "HELP"*
Henry: *grabs the cleaning tools and starts working on the mess he made*
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
Henry was the second child in a family of four.His first mother died from severe radiation poisoning, and his second died from a bullet to the head shortly after his third sibling was born.His father had a gambling problem, and that took a big chunk out of the family's money,his father tried the best he could to supply the family with the essentials. Eventually his father decided to leave the children with his friend, Joseph Cledance. Joseph was a merchant, and did well at his job,he could supply the kids with anything they wanted, even food from the Gourmad in New Vegas. Joeph taught Henry everything he knew about trade, so that one day Henry could live a good life.Henry's oldest sibling soon joined the NCR.His brother's squad was sent on a mission to attack a small legion camp, His squad sent him ahead to scout, and make a plan for attack, The squad turned their heads away for a slight second, and Henry's brother was decapitated by a hidden legion scout.Henry begain to hate the NCR for letting his brother die, and vowed to one day make them suffer like he did.Henry left his home at the age of twenty one, to find a new place to live.Henry didn't do well when he tried to open a store, and was beaten many times. Henry decided he needed to learn how to use a knife, so he went to find some gangsters who could teach him how to fight. It was hard at first, to gain their trust, but he eventually did, and they treated him like a member of the family, they taught him all they knew about fighting, and in return he helped them gain some spending money.Henry left their gang when he turned twenty five, and just wanderd the wastes for four years, just barely getting by.He's now decided to start another store, and maybe make his own town, that will be wealthy and powerfull.
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Also, here are some exerpts from his diary:
The Diary of Henry walsch:My time with the gang:
I'm starting a diary just for the sake of not forgetting how to write while i spend my time with the gang, i'm sure they don't dabble in the arts of Literature, I'd say they prefer the local woman of the night, more than the works of H.P. Lovecraft
Day 12:
Well, i've gained the gang's trust, but i don't think the fat one, Lenny, likes me, but i don't care he's a pathetic slob with no respect for women, or his comrades,but i cannot kill him, as he IS the man teaching me how to use a knife.I've also began a nice game of cards with the leader, James, I think he cheats though, he had a hand of aces.
Day 42:
I might have killed Lenny, we're not sure yet, but he DID try to steal my food, I wonder, does a missing eye usualy cause death? we'll find out soon enough.James and I had a laugh about this, as he ALSO hates Lenny.James and I have become pretty good buds' but seeing that I haven't written for quite some time, I think spending more time with him is causing me to stray from writing.
Day 44:
Lenny died, who could've guessed, certainly not the man who cut out his eye for stealing his food, may he rest in hell.Today i'm being kicked out of the gang for killing the best combatant, so I suppose i'll just wander the wastes for some time until i can decide what i want to do with myself.
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The Diary of Henry Walsch: The Big Book of Engineering:
Day 1:
Today I found a strange book, it's one thousand five hundred fifty pages long, and is all about engineering, i'm going to read it all in the hopes of making more money later on.
Day 2:
I'm currently on chapter fourteen, and i've been messing with some stuff I found in the scrapyard i've been sleeping at. So far I have made a working welding gun.
Day 2:
reached chapter twenty seven, been working on the scrapyard owner's door, and i've made a working keypad, and break-in alert system, she was so happy she gave me four thousand caps.
Day 5:
I've been working on the nearby town's power and doors so I have not been able to read much lately, but tonight i'm getting back to reading, after i finish the store owner's back room.
Day 6:
Something bad happend last night, one of my keypads caught on fire, and the damage cost me five thousand caps. I'm working on a new design to keep the keypads from overheating.
Day 10:
The Ncr heard of my works in the town, and invited me to work for them full time, but I denied, I want NOTHING to do with those lousy pieces of scum! if I was going to be an engineer for ANY of the groups out here, it'd most likely be the Legion, but I haven't heard of them using high tech things yet, so I doubt that'll ever happen.
Age: 17
Role-Play Exp.: mainly RP on WoW and have been doing so for years
Why Us: friend suggested, and you seem super organized
Time You Can Dedicate: hours and hours per day
IC
Name: Nephril
Gender: Male
Age: 35
Appearance: Full beard, Shaven head, 6'3" 275
Fears: world annihilation
Personality: humorously shy
Occupation: self employed
Skills: pretty good shot and very strong
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue): "and before you the rigged siloete of a strong man appears from behind the curtains of reality" "dude....why do you talk to your mom like that?" "SHUT UP IM ON THE PHONE"
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Nephril is a socially awkward middle aged man. BUT HE IS NOT AN INCOMPETENT FOOL. He has....."skills" though they have yet to be fully discovered, he still has them. But, Nephril was not always a middle aged man. No....not at all, at one point in time Nephril was a child. Yes, a child. As a child Nephril was trying to cope with the early divorce of his parents. And his parents were trying to cope with having Nephril for a son. Though all of them had hardships, obviously Nephril's are more important. Nephril started school soon after the divorce and had little time to blend it before his mother decided to move (she had won custody of him in the divorce trial.). His mother became broke after she had become addicted to drugs and this is when she had fallen in love with a convicted felon recently released from prison and moved elsewhere to live with her mother.
Nephril and his mother lived with his grandmother for about 2 years until his mother broke up with the felon and saved up enough money to move back to their original home. There they spent the next seven years living in great conditions and enjoying life. But of course this did not last much longer after that. Nephril's mom had fallen in love again, and yes this one was also a convicted felon but that was "in his past". So again they moved to another area. In this area it was much different than either of them were used to but Nephril had to deal with it because he had no other options. After a few miserable years with his mother and stepfather (his mom married the convicted felon) he was old enough to move away. So like he had always wanted he moved back to his birthplace. For many more years after that Nephril lived in peace with a good job, a good truck, and a few good girlfriends. But, of course that was until..............
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Age:16
Role-Play Exp.: Lots of DND and wow
Why Us: i really wanted to try out a cool pvp/rp server
Time You Can Dedicate: every day fomr 2-10 Est
IC
Name:Belynadron Utech
Gender:M
Age:23
Appearance:Black strong 6"5
Fears:Storms, will not fight in a storm
Personality:Sweet, kind and heroic
Occupation: miner
Skills: Digging bunkers
Nickname (Optional):belyn
RP Example (Add Dialogue): "i remember when the bombs drop all those years ago, i was just a boy but i was a scary time." The man in the dark cloak seemed to be shaking as he said it.
"But sir that was at least 200 years ago" belyn said with a very surprised look on his face.He heard some people in the town a few miles back talking. they mentioned a man who lived through the bombs.
"yes my boy i was very young but i have survived though all these years and so can you. There was a poet back in my time.She said on the very last line of the poem that As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others. young man i will never forget that poem and you shall not either"
And the old man was gone died right there. watching someone die is not like the stories say. There is no feeling of life going out of someone there is death only cold death. This was the second time belyn has watched someone die.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Belyn and his twin brother, Abbul grew up in Washington. living next to the sea the two were taught how to swim at a very early age by their mother and father. When the boys were 14 their father taught them how to craft and sail a boat. belyn and his family were so close to each other.
When the boys turned 16 their father told them to go out on a boat and find an island off the coast of their beach. the two searched for hours but did not find anything upon returning home they see mine in black cloaks running away from their house. thinking nothing of it the return home. when they arrive the home is a mess and their parents were gone.
Okay, what the heck?
thats what i said
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IGN: Blackwell
Age: 24, Male
Role-Play Exp.: Six years as a runescape player Moderator (SirBlackwell). I know my way around many an rpg (the final fantasys, oblivions, fallout, what have you) I’ve played a few games of old school D&D in my day but by no means am I a professional, can’t take these things too seriously now I’m in it to have a bit of fun and a spot of healthy escapism heh. No RP experience as of yet with minecraft though, haven’t found a rp server that seemed to be a good fit for me. I’ve been a part of a few other servers (vanilla mostly) but most have gone belly up, hoping to find a good place to cut my rp teeth so to speak and being a huge fan of the fallout universe I had to give it a shot.
Why Us: Happened across an article on the obsidian block just now, and jumped to apply. I love fallout and I’ve wanted to try my hand at RP minecraft style for some time now, seems like the best of two worlds. What’s not to love?
Time You Can Dedicate: On average an hour or so most days (got an 8-5 job) and likely two or three on my weekends give or take. Though with Skyrim coming out next week no promises heh..
IC
Faction- You do your thing and I’ll do mine. I've no real issue with the NCR independents or brotherhood but I'm none too fond of being told what to do, how to think, or being taxed at that. As for the rest of those loons and psychopaths, well now that's what they make buckshot foe eh?
Name: Reginald Blackwell (why fix what ain’t broken?)
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Appearance: Scraggly red hair & beard, Green eyes, flannel, suspenders, boots and khakis, average build and average looking. Looks more like he’d be suited for the hills of Vermont rather than the Mohave *shrugs* I ams what I ams’
Fears: Not being able to protect the folks he cares about, that and feral ghouls, those give em the willies.. all shrieking, running, grabbing, biting at you in the dark like that.. and that SMELL. Oh and rad roaches, ughh.
Personality: Stoic, untrusting, & standoffish at first, kind and genuine once he warms up to you, snarky and deadpan at all times.
Occupation: Jack of all trades master of none? Makes a living savaging, fixing, and learning what he can from the past. Something of an amateur scientist and strangely enough lumberjack (bit useless in the desert wastes- granted but that’s life for you and that rarely makes a lick of sense)
Skills: Tinkers with devices of years gone by. None too bad with a shotgun or axe if need be and loves woodworking when he can get his hands on some actual un rotted/ irradiated/ er non sentiate lumber.. had a run in with a talking tree over in DC some time back… trys not to think about it.
Nickname (Optional): Reggie, or Blackwell whatever strikes your fancy.
RP Example-
Staring down a particularly deranged looking twitchy legionnaire at the side of an overturned Box Truck-
Now I don’t want any trouble boyo, I’m just trying to pry these self sealing stembolts free from this here rusted hulk, dunno just what in blazes they’r for but… Oi you wearing a skirt there and is that a flippin dog collar??!
(leaginare steps forward swinging a spiked collar over head barking obesities while making a lude jester)
Now ifin your planning on dragging me back to your masters as a slave or er gimp by the look’a you I’m afraid I’ll have to give it a miss, why don’t you scamper on back to Little Caesar’s and make a few pizzas eh? Now let me back to my work Nancy… lest you wana be making your toga wearing, s&m, nobhappy masters miffed at me for the free lobotomy I’ll be giving ya should you be stepping any closer, er well if you have a brain to blast out at any rate..
(howling with rage, and confusion the legionnaire charges brandishing a massive spear and his middle finger)
Righ’ then guess he must be fond’o being eviscerated? C’mon now bring it Nancy! Careful now Don’t want you tripping over tha’ fancy mettle skirt do we?!
With a quick side step he dodges a spear hits the legion in the nether regions with a round of 000 buck, a second to the forehead point blank and is off on his merry way, well after a bit o looting useless trinkets naturally, it’s the wasteland after all eh?
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Three legion scouts observe this from a distance, looks like Mr. Blackwell’s done stirred up the hive.
Backstory-
Blackwell Hails from the deep misty (and slightly radioactive) mountains of Vermont, Grew up living a simple life in a small cabin tucked away in the woods (or what you would call woods these days) with his father.
From what Blackwell could gather over the years from the old man was that he was a scientist with the enclave- having fled the ranks, disgusted by their xenophobia and terrified by their genocidal ambitions retreated to the distant mountains to raise his children as best and morally he could. His mother had sadly passed while giving birth to him; even with the enclaves advanced technology mortality rates are still high no matter what part of the shattered world you live ..or so his father said. That’s where the tragedy ends and their new simple life began. Beyond that Blackwell could never pry out of the old guy. Just what his father did for the enclave Blackwell couldn’t say, all he ever got was a blank stare and a quick subject change or a smack with a belt. Even his mother’s death he wondered about, he figured there were just some things you didn’t ask a about. Still….
Years later at the age of 19 Blackwell simply took it in his head to set off on his own to seek adventure across the wastes, no particularly tragic turn of events, no death, no revenge, just wanderlust sent him off. His left his father with a simple good bye note (and as far as Blackwell is aware he’s still living in the hills, stewing in depression, rage, and whiskey as he always was) Living the life of a woodsmen though peaceful enough, just proved too dull and mesmerized by the tails of the untouched oasis of Las Vegas told by passing caravans Blackwell parted ways with his father, well ran away to join the circus; so to speak and set off across the tattered remnants of this once great country. The old story of a young kid leaving his boring home for a life of fun and adventure, sad it never turns out that way eh?
….
Six hard long, did I mention hard?, years of wandering and barely scraping by with nothing but his wits to protect him Blackwell Finally made it to the fabled promise land of flashing lights and excess and found it not quite as he had hoped but exactly what he had secretly dreaded…
War... war never changes…
Viva la- Las Vegas indeed..
Age: 14
Role-Play Exp.: About 2 other servers I played some RP on
Why Us: Looks and sounds very well thought out and seems cool
Time You Can Dedicate: In a regular week about 1 hour every day.
IC
Name: Charles W. Montrepido
Gender: Male
Age: 40
Personality: Only takes what he needs
Nickname (Optional): Charlie
RP Example (Add Dialogue): Wanders the wasteland looking for a city to settle in
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Charlie had been at his home in central Colorado, but he was forced to leave after a large party of Kahn militia stole everything from him and made his house part of there camp. Since the Kahn were heading North Charlie decided to head South. Charlie wandered South helping people in need and taking only what he needed, all he wanted was to find a new place to settle and finally find a place to call home.IGN: d4v3m4n
Age: 14
Role-Play Exp.: About 2 other servers I played some RP on
Why Us: Looks and sounds very well thought out and seems cool
Time You Can Dedicate: In a regular week about 1 hour every day.
IC
Name: Charles W. Montrepido
Gender: Male
Age: 40
Personality: Only takes what he needs
Nickname (Optional): Charlie
RP Example (Add Dialogue): Wanders the wasteland looking for a city to settle in
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Charlie had been at his home in central Colorado, but he was forced to leave after a large party of Kahn militia stole everything from him and made his house part of there camp. Since the Kahn were heading North Charlie decided to head South. Charlie wandered South helping people in need and taking only what he needed, all he wanted was to find a new place to settle and finally find a place to call home.
Age: 14
Role-Play Exp.: A couple of servers
Why Us: Looks and sounds really cool....sounds like a cool experience
Time You Can Dedicate: On average 1 hour a day
IC
Name: Charles W. Montrepido
Gender: Male
Age: 40
Nickname (Optional): Charlie
RP Example (Add Dialogue): Wanders the wasteland looking for a new home.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Charlie lived in Central Colorado with his dog "Xavier". Charlie had a quiet simple life with his favorite hobbies being studying animals and collecting guns. Charlie heard the Great Kahns were traveling to Wyoming after being kicked out of there old home...What Charlie didn't know is that the Kahn's would pass right through Charlie's town. The Khan's kicked Charlie and his dog out of his home and so Charlie decided to go West to avoid them. Charlie and Xavier wander the wasteland together offering to help anyone in need and only taking what they need. Charlie's goal is to find a new place for him and Xavier to call home.
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ElmoLeilani
Age: 14
Role-Play Exp.: I haven't really any experience in RP servers, but I think I can catch on quickly. Oh,
and I played through Fallout 3 like 4 full times.
Why Us: My friend Roenbandit recommended this server to me.
Time You Can Dedicate: I can really play anytime... (All day on most weekends) But it just depends on
whether I feel like playing Minecraft.
IC
Name: Clark Dralkt Allen
Gender: Male
Age: 22
Appearance: Ghoul, 6'7"
Fears: Arachnids, Endermen.
Personality: I don't really try to get into fights, but I can easily come out on top, and if odds are
against me, I WON'T stay and fall to my death like a fool. Oh, and I don't really like to waste my time
digging up EVERY piece of coal I find, like some other miners do.
Occupation: Miner/Diamond Finder/underground explorer.
Skills: Mining, Crafting, and Minecrafting.
Nickname (Optional): Dralkt
RP Example (Add Dialogue)(Sorry if the point of views are kinda mixed up): *As I was reaching for my gun (right hand), he threw a knife into my wrist and my hand was stuck inside my pocket, tried to pull it out, but it hurt to much.*
Dralkt: "F**k"
Billy-bob: "Hah, nice throw eh?"
Me: "I'd like to say otherwise, but the truth is the truth..."
*I grabbed my gun with my left hand from my right pocket, aimed it at him.*
Me: "Any last words?" >:}
Him: "Yep; goodbye."
*He was reaching for some kind of "Weapon" I'm guessing.*
*I shoot about 3-4 and about 2-3 bullets him him in the legs.*
*I get myself together and stand up to walk over to him.*
Me: "Lets not make this anymore dramatic than it already is."
*Aiming the gun at his heart-area...*
Him: "Wait..! If you're going to kill me... then at least know this..."
*There is a pause and I lower my gun, but not my guard.*
Him: "I should have told you this Soo long ago..." *Cough/wheeze*
Him: "I'm related to you... family-wise..."
Me: "...What..?" *My eyes enlarge.*
Me: "How so, "Family-wise"?"
Him: "I'm your brother.."
(Three different endings possible-)
(#1)
Me: "WHAT!? NO... IMPOSSIBLE!"
*I shoot him in the head twice, and it's over.... Finally over....*
*I walk away thinking about the previous situation.*
(#2)
Me: "Wow... Oh my god... O.m.g... Wow... Are you serious??"
Him: "Yes... This is no fraud, this has been true our whole lives, I've known this for some while now... but I have been waiting for the perfect time to tell you, although apparently that time MAY never come..."
Me: "I walk away and think about 10 yards from him for about 45 seconds."
Me: "Lets get you to a hospital and on the way, if you could, try to explain more of this to me."
(#3)
Me: "WHAT!? NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!"
*Epic music plays as camera zooms out and spins 360 degrees facing us going towards the sky.*
Back-story (1-2 LONG paragraphs): I came from Peru (though I wasn't born there), along with Roenbandit and because of all the crime I moved away about a month or two after he did (because I couldn't figure some things out and set
up some plans in time). In the end we both still made it out and alive, though I abandoned ONE of my
best friends, Connor... I'm not sure if he's still alive... He may be, but I have heard NOTHING of his
existance since I moved. We used to go to school together, 7th grade, the school I was going to was a nightmare, bullies on top of bullies on top of unfair teachers. Me and Connor were in a group of other friends too... Andre and Daniel, Daniel was more of a friend than Andre was, but me and Connor just seemed to like to do most things together. Like playing with trading cards, talking about/watching Anime series, talking about/playing Minecraft together (Inception! I put a back-story for an Rp Minecraft server about playing Minecraft with a friend Haha), and he would ask me what he should draw a picture of pertaining to anime, I would tell him, and within a couple of days he would be putting the finishing touches on it. Wow... We were really good friends. By the way... I'm not gay, just to throw that out there...
Me and Roenbandit, Mikael, lived in the same 2 story apartments building. Except we lived on different levels; He lived on the bottom level and I lived on the top level. From time to time we thought about switching, but it all came down to the complications of moving furniture and settling it with the person who took our rent, who was a real ****, so we just stayed. So... once there was this rumor going around that our building was rigged with explosives and that it has been than way for a good while now and that someone is waiting for the right time... And it was just to scare us... I found out because I inspected the whole building during one winter. (I don't really feel like typing this anymore, but I can give more info if I get onto the server, and I would say 1 extremely large paragraph with 1 smaller paragraph would be OK to at least get onto the white-list.)
May Notch be with you, Dralkt
(Teehee)