IGN:Mosaik_roll
Age: 16
Role-Play Exp.:I'm very creative with my words. I've rp'ed a lot.
Why Us:I enjoy r.ping from time to time and fallout r.p is always the best kind.
Time You Can Dedicate:Weekends and a little bit after 3:00 (e.s.t)
IC
Name: Aradia (birthname)(nick name is Junie)
Gender:Female
Age:17
Appearance: Aradia stands at 5 foot 5 and Has big Hazel eyes. She has Long Black wavy hair. she wears a black shirt and a long skirt with much sentimental value. She has a habit of biting her lips so they are constantly swollen red.
Fears: Abandonment. being forgotten by the ones she loves. painful death.
Personality: She is a shy girl, she opens up to a few. She is very kind and sweet. She is sort-of a pushover. Very cautious though and Very motherly
Occupation: She is currently looking for a town to settle down in. And help out whether as a nurse, inn keeper or crafts lady.
Skills: She can cook, and repair items like clothing, weapons even people.
Nickname (Optional): Junie. Her father had a book on bugs and he always called Aradia June bug. Which turned into Junie.
RP Example (Add Dialogue):Person: What do you have to eat?
Aradia: Well, what do you have in mind to eat? I'm sure I can throw something together.
Person: Great, while I'm here do you know anyone who can repair my armor?
Aradia: Yeah, let me just get my tools.
Person: You can repair my things?
Aradia: Probably, it doesn't look too complex. I'm sure I can repair it.
Person: That's great! Wow. You're like a one woman store!
Aradia: aha, nope anyone can do what i'm doing. You just need to know how.
Person: Well the only person around is me, and I sure as hell can't.
Aradia: *laughs* Oh, your foods ready.
Person: Wow.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
Junie had a good life for a post-apocalyptic world. She had a loving Mother and Father. They lived in a small ranch hidden in some mountains. They were very self sufficient so she learned how to cook and repair things from a young age. When Junie was around 14 she went to bed on a late night.(note: there bed is under some floor boards for protection) When she woke up in the morning her parents were gone. There was so trace of violence (or so it seemed) and much of the food was gone. She though her parents left to get more of an item during the night. It was strange because they both were gone. She waited a year for them to come back. When it finally hit her that they abandoned her. There was no note. From this day she is still baffled about why they left her. She will never know that they were drugged outside of the house and murdered on the other side of the mountain. Junie still sometimes looks for them in different towns just so she can ask why.
She scavenges through rubble and looks for things she can use to survive. She often has a lot of left over Items so stops by towns and sells them. She usually finds herself staying in towns for a while. She travels the most at sunset to early night, she uses this tactic to avoid raiders and other bad things. when she suspects something in the distance she takes out binoculars to see whats going on. If it's something bad...She runs or waits it out if they're just passing by. Junie does not like to kill at all. Even if they are bad. She really has not killed anyone unless it's mandatory for survival. Some animals are the exception. She is still looking for a place to call home.
The Meaning of Life, the Universe, and Everything.
Join Date:
12/3/2011
Posts:
44
Member Details
OOC
IGN: Mr_ESkaru
Age: eighteen
Role-Play Exp.: quite a bit, been playing forum rps for about three years. Played tons of PC RP's like might and magic, stuff like that.
Why Us: I always dug fallout
Time You Can Dedicate: 1-3 hours on weekdays, 3+ on weekends.
IC
Name: Stearc Eskaru
Gender: Male
Age: twenty
Appearance: Stearc is a rather strange looking individual, He's pale as like his hair, being shale white. He has green Eyes, as well as a green tattoo covering one side of his face, moving down his chest, to his arm. He usually moves about with a pistol at all time, it's like a trademark. He wears brown clothing, mostly made of tanned hide, from the local Brahmin. He is a very stoic individual, with a normal build for his ethnicity, being of Nordic bearing. He could trace his lineage back to Bluetooth himself. If the records were still there, that is. He has the same Nordic Resilience, as well as the unmistakable rage, and perseverance accompanying someone like himself.
Fears: Being drowned.
Personality:
General- Mr. E is a rather eccentric individual; he had to be to put up with the injustices committed in both Russian and German POW camps. Mr. E on a few occasions had to kill his 'Comrades' when being tested to see if he were an agent from the US. Mr. E had mastered several different languages German, Russian, France, English, Spanish, Italian, and the Native's Code Speak making him Poly-lingual. He could switch through his accents, making him blend seamlessly into Hitler's Entourage after the Russian schism. Mr. E after his prolonged stay in Germany began to become De-humanized. After the fall of the Reichstag Mr. E would have then been transferred to Nagasaki, Japan, where his dehumanization would inevitably get him killed, but that's for later.
Dutifulness- as Stearc was raised in a patriotic home and was told, that America was always right. Even fed American propaganda all throughout his life, he grew to be hypnotized by the holiness of the American life. The American dream was still so amazingly alive. Life had never been better. When America called for Stearc, a first generation American-swede his father practically drilled the idea of joining the armed forces, so on his 18th birthday, He joined the military, this was the 14th of June 2280. The day previously, President Roosevelt had just signed into effect the Central Intelligence Agency to take over where the OSS had failed. He was one of the first officers in the Counter intelligence joint operation of the CIA. The CIA needed willing bodies, and the military was happy to oblige the some of the recruits. Everything that was asked of Mr. E, he would do. This was the military prowess of America asking him. So of course he did anything with no further questions.
Slight Mental instability- Psych evaluations were fairly new to the military at this point in time. They didn't think someone could go section 18 AWOL, but in the Fledgling CIA, bureaucracy demanded it. Stearc was given his Psych evaluation, and was deemed a Narcissist with underlying issues of rage. This little piece of information, whether it be psychosomatic or not would inevitably play a key in the Nagasaki incident. The narcissism would be a key pivot point in Stearc's life. Without it, he would have stayed infatuated with people, which is never a good thing. People are fickle and vain, and as Voltaire had seen, people are naturally sinful, and ignorant. It was through these teachings that the Narcissism culminated to such a stage as it did.
Overall Levelheadedness- Even in killing his comrades, Mr. E can still see the bigger picture, he was never one, to over extend himself for anyone. In Germany he was going to be severely tested. The need of the many always outweighs the needs of the few or the one. It may seem clichéd, but to win the game of chess, sometimes you got to give up a few pawns.
Views on people- Aside from Voltaire's influence in MR. E's opinion people are all an ignorant mass, and need a strong leader to guide them on the path of the leader's choice. even if it isn't for the best. A leader always knows best, whoever it is. This also ties into dutifulness he will follow a leader until he dies, it's just the way he is. It would be his undoing, all of these quirks would be his undoing, the unquestioning loyalty being the worst of his traits. He would be betrayed for what he knew. sometimes knowledge is to much for one man to bare.
Extras
Likes:
Despotism
has an infatuation with almost any kind of music.
Dislikes:
The 'Holiness' of America
Indecisiveness
the Atomic Bomb
Occupation:Used to be an Electro Mechanical Engineer in the Enclave.
Nickname (Optional): Mr. E, the Failed God.
RP Example (Add Dialogue): Walking through the dilapidated forests, always made an eerie scene in Mr. E's mind. He peered around, occasionally glancing at the Enclave Geiger counter, he had been fortunate enough to have taken before the dissolving of the final Enclave members. At that time, a man almost materialized from the surrounding copse of trees. "Hand over that Geiger, Boy" he yelled out. Mr. E was taken aback, no one had ever yelled at him, when he was an Enclave Lieutenant, 'that was then, this is now' he thought to himself. He peered around, and saw another man, with a rifle taking aim at him. He smiled, a little bit. "You know he paid me to walk out here today." the man took a step back, and looked over his left shoulder, as if Stearc had slapped him across the face. "He... He wouldn't do anything like that, we grew up together." The man stammered. I took a few steps forward, placing myself out of the rifleman's sights. He had stepped in front of the closer man's point of view. "Oh, you don't think so, this is the wasteland. Nest'ce pas?" Mr. E asked in lilting French. The man, was once more taken a back, he actually turned, to look at his friend the rifle man, who had taken up another post, a few meters to the left, and was now putting his bead, on what Mr. E could only assume was his face. "and now... He's waiting to take the shot, as soon as I..." Mr. E said placing his arm inside his jacket on his magnum "this!" he barked, and grabbed the pre-loaded revolver from his jacket, and dropped to one knee, and took two well-aimed shots at the rifleman, both finding their target, it being the rifleman's head. He stepped forward, and drew the man up to his feet who had sat down in disbelief, after seeing his friend die. The man was stuttering, and was shaken. Mr. E looked on in sheer delight, as he placed the barrel to his head and pulled the trigger. He saw the hammer float back, and strike the charge in the round. The accompanying reaction was the man's head was blown out the back of his skull. Mr. E was of course a Maniacal individual. His name in the Enclave being the Failed God
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Mr. E was born in the Mojave wasteland. And was instantly at odds with the area, but felt that he was going to always end up back here. His mother died during childbirth. It was a horrible instance for his father; he was a tenant farmer for one of the bigger brahmin barons. The Father’s boss however looked on in pity. He would give Mr. E’s father bonuses, and would occasionally stop by with food, he also being a widower, knew the pain of losing a loved one. The baron, took Stearc to his house on occasions, and there began his schooling career. The man, had a vast repertoire of tomes of pre-war America, and would allow Stearc, after being taught to pore over these books, with so many lost ideas occupying their mussed pages. It was truly melancholic, to be able to see how progressive these individuals were, only to be thrown back in the throes of war, and indifference. How ignorant we truly are. Time passed, as it had always done, and will always do.
Mr. E had become a strapping lad, and the baron became his godfather. His dad had died a roving marauder burned down the shack, and killed his father, but it all happens for a reason. History’s Harmonization you could say. Mr. E left and traveled around the thirteen commonwealths of America, each one shittier than the last. Every night he could hear the Mojave calling him back, her sweet voice always saying his name, in a breathy voice. Like lot’s wife, would Mr. E turn to salt if he looked back? He got a job in the enclave designing weapons; he was nineteen, and the most promising officer candidate, in the shrinking force of despotism. He saw the horrors that the people had seen, and soon became a horrible yet intelligent man, A true leader, and enlightened despot
IGN:terrydafariy
Age:18
Role-Play Exp.:Runescape, skyrim, world of warcraft, fallout all series
Why Us:looks amazing on the forum been wait for a epic server. my friends are joining i would like to play with them. you guys look like you have spent lots of time in this and i want to play with your genius:P
Time You Can Dedicate:1-3 daily (weekdays) 2-4 (weekends)
IC
Name:terry oneal
Gender:male
Age:18
Appearance: Terrydafariy was norm to the casual look of cargo shorts and ragged cloth shirt. He is accustom to the wear of accessories consisting of sunglasses, knifes, concealed guns, and a sawed off. He was a happy go lucky man with a smile always on his face.
Fears: Terrydafariy never really showed it but he had agoraphobia and acute case of paranoia. He wasn't really scared of anything else other than those that people could notice.
Personality: Terrydafariy is a peaceful guys with a low temper. he always tries to talk his way out of stuff. He loves to be alone and have relaxation.
Occupation: Terrydafariy was a quick thinker and loves to tinker. He went through college for 2 masters: mathematics, and engineering
Skills: Resourceful, strong willed, patience, mechanically brilliant, and book nerd.
Nickname (Optional): Tanis
RP Example (Add Dialogue): As Terrydafariy re-enters the town he is interrupted by a shaded character known as Mr_eskaru. Terrydafariy had stumbled upon him raping and beating a woman. Terrydafariy in a fury runs over to stop the shaded character dressed in total black.
Terrydafariy: hey get off her.
Mr-eskaru: (pulls out weapon) Stop there or i kill you both.
Terrydafariy: (smiles) I have lived through the Apocalypse the same as you, do you really think a gun scares a big guy like me.
Mr_eskaru: No. (shifts gun to woman) but it does her....
Terrydafariy: I beat you think your a big guy with that gun huh?
Mr_eskaru: Yes i fill pretty good with it. (asks woman) do you think im big honey?
Woman: No I think you a horrible and disgusting human.
Mr_eskaru: Well you aren't to clean yourself doll.
Terrydafariy: Ok that's enough get off her and lets talk man to man without weapons. (smirks) OR are you to scared to be a true man......
Mr_eskaru: (frowns and gets up) sure I will talk..... (cocks gun and shoots woman) now I feel like a man (puts away gun)
Terrydafariy: Why did you do that you piece of trash.......? She was Innocent.
Mr_eskaru: She was being rude and inconsiderate of my feelings.
Terrydafariy: You was raping her how do you think she feels? your just pathetic.
Mr_eskaru: I see what kind of person you are your a softy and you will die sooner or later so I will leave you to your pathetic little life. (disappears in the dark).................
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): All in one instance it’s like Terrydafariy came to life. He was working on an experiment he had blueprinted years ago when the machine went crazed and started to malfunction. As he tried to control the machine it exploded and launched him in the air and through a window and slammed a rock with his head. After 20 years being in a life support system he woke up and didn't realize the advanced technology he was stuck to. The power seemed to be out and he had no knowledge of the area he was in. He walked out the door and waited for the blinding sun to fix with his eyes. As the landscape came in focus he started to notice the land with riddled with war. The end had done been over with and new life had to start.....
Can you guys please help me I did the online fourms on your website I put them up almost 3 days ago. I realy whant to try out your server this one looks the best out of all the other ones Ive played on. My account on your website is falloutslayer. Please help!
Very Good everything was ship-shape but then you lost it on the backstory. If you revise that backstory I'll gladly accept you
OOC
IGN:Mac023
Age: 14
Role-Play Exp.: A Roleplay website and a previous Role-play server
Why Us: Because me and my friend have been looking for a good Fallout server, and this one looks very good
Time You Can Dedicate:1-2 Hours on Weekdays and 3-4 on Weekends
IC
Name: John O'Reilly
Gender:Male
Age: 21
Appearance: 5'11, tanned skin, brown hair, hairstyle is High and Tight, Blue eyes, slightly upturned nose, recessed chin, Athletic build, thin mouth
Fears: Deathclaws, Being enslaved
Personality: Calm usually but prone to rage when provoked, trys to stay low-key
Occupation: Survivalist
Skills: Building, Fighting
Nickname (Optional): Irish
RP Example (Add Dialogue): Irish strode into his cabin of scrap, showing signs of it's makeshift construction as plates were beginning to fall from the walls. He thought to himself "I should've welded them together instead of trusting that pre-war construction glue. How could I think glue would still be in top shape after sitting in a bottle for 200 years? Well, I suppose it's held up pretty well, all things considered. Irish casually set his duffle-bag, stuffed with the product of his latest scavenging session, mainly scrap metal and electronics. However he had found a varmint rifle with 3 filled magazines. He opened the door to his cabin again and stepped out, closing it behind him. He found a patrol of NCR soldiers walking on the highway. He jogged up to them and asked their sergeant "So, the NCR is finally patrolling here, are they?" The sergeant stopped and replied "Yes civilian, but we need to keep moving so good-bye." The sergeant then just resumed walking, with his men following. Irish shrugged and strolled back to his little cabin, he opened the door, entered, then shut it. He layed on his bed, settled in, and fell asleep.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): John grew up the son of an NCR Captain and a civilian farmer. When he was still young, his father and mother began to teach him about shooting, so that he could help patrol the farm for mutant rats. Eventually though, John's dad got wounded in action, namely in the First Battle of Hoover Dam, as he had been an NCR Ranger, and so had to come home. At about this time, the farm began to lose fertility thanks, in no small part, to a competing farmer haveing an "accident" with a bag of pre-war plant killing chemicals while he was visiting their property. After this, John's parents fought hard to save their farm, but it couldn't be done. The other farmer further "encouraged" them to leave when some of his men started taking shots at John's family everytime they went to work the farm. John's parents ultimately had to move to Shady Sands, however John couldn't be admitted, which was another act of harrassment by the farmer. John decided to take his revenge so he told his parents to stay in the city. John, using his personal hunting rifle, set up on a ridge overlooking the other man's farm. One day, when he went to work the field, John decided the time was right. He had aimed down his scope, sighted up on the man, and pulled the trigger. Sadly, John's marksmanship wasn't sufficient, and the man survived but took a nasty wound to the side. John, not wanting to stick around waiting for the farmer's retribution, fled to the Mojave Wasteland and set up shop, and still resides there waiting for the farmer to die of natural causes.
IGN: Bobvdot12
Age: 14
Role-Play Exp.: All the Fallouts, Most of the Elder scrolls and dead rising( i take it seriously as practice)
Why Us: I have been searching for ages for a good fallout based RP server and when i saw a vidoe on youtube about the server i was so hopeful that maybe i could gain approval into the server
Time You Can Dedicate: Exams are coming up the week this app was posted so 4-5 hours a day normally
IC
Name: Jacob Valdez
Gender: Male
Age: 26
Appearance: He has a Scar Running across his face but besides that he doesnt really show people his face. He tends to wear either a leather jacket and a bandana or a suit of Pre-War Riot Armor to hide his face
Fears: being alone for extened periods of time and deathclaws
Personality: Pessimistic
Occupation: N/A
Skills: Valdez can shoot and is good at a crafting table but he is not so good at gathering resources
Nickname (Optional): Scarface
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
Valdez slowly and casually walked into a camp
2 Raiders ran up to him
Raider 1: well, well, well, looks like we got ourselves a dead man walkin
The Raider spat on Valdez's Armor
Valdez: Don't you two have anything better to do?
Raider 2: Nahhhhh, why don't we just "Find" some of you stuff in a ditch a couple miles away from here
Raider 1: Yea! Now your talkin Marv!
Valdez: Leave me alone pricks
Raider 2 lunges at valdez with a knife
Valdez sees the attack coming and whips his .44 Magnum custom revolver out and shoots the raider in the neck
Raider 1: You gonna pay for killin Marv!
Raider 1 Proceeds to take out a .45 ACP SMG and opened fire valdez
Valdez: Ah ****! as he takes a shot in the shoulder
he runs behind cover and takes aim at the raider.
The raider fires another burst and hits valdez's gun out of his hand.
Raider 1: How ya gonna kill me without a gun?
Valdez: With my hands smartass!
Valdez jumps out of his cover and lunges at the raider, knocking him down, Valdez proceeds to choke the raider to death.
The raider throws Valdez off with an adrenaline rush and knocked valdez's helmet off.
Valdez jumps on the raider again and begins to beat the raider's skull in.
After a few seconds the raider's troubled struggling stopped
Valdez: Finally. I thought this would never end
He examined his Revolver which was broken beyond repair
Valdez: Damn that was a gift too
He picked up his things, put his helmet on and left.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Valdez was born in a small town outside of Baja, California where he lived with his parents for 18 years of his life. When he turned 17 a Deathclaw wandered into town. No one else wanted to kill it or shoo it away so Valdez, Being so careless ran outside and charged at the beast. His parents had never educated him on these horribles creatures so he didnt know what he was getting into. He hit the Deathclaw once with a Butchers knife before the deathclaw swiped at him, hitting valdez in the face giving him a scar. The sherrif ran up to valdez and dragged him to the doctor's office/ house where he spent the rest of the week in bed with bandages around his face. The doctor said Valdez had developed a phobia of deathclaws . After he recovered his parents never let him forget what happened that day so he decided to hide his scar and when he turned 18 he mustered up enough courage to levae his town and head for the city. when he got there he was mugged. he lost everything. he tried to find work but eventually he found work as an apprentice to a weapon smith where he was taught how to operate firearms and to make his own.
After a 3 years his boss gave him a specially crafted .44 magnum revolver with the initials J.V. engraved into the grip and a perfectly sighted and permanently mounted scope on it. a year later he went to visit his parents. a week after he got there the same deathclaw that gave him the scar when he was 17 was back in town. this time Valdez was ready to get payback. He climbed onto the roof of his parents house and took aim at the deathclaw. 4 shots later the deathclaw fell over and remained still. everyone in town came out of hiding to congradulate Valdez for killing the deathclaw. he left town a few weeks later and heard of new vegas where people could strike rich. he saved up some gambling money and headed to Vegas. 2 years into his journey he stumbled upon a set of Pre-War Riot Armor that he never took off after finding it . After 5 years of walking and fighting later he arrived at the Mojave Outpost ready to go big or go home. While resting at the Mojave outpost he had heard talk of the Leigon and the Bos in the Mojave. He knew what he had to do because War, War never changes.
IGN: Bobvdot12
Age: 14
Role-Play Exp.: All the Fallouts, Most of the Elder scrolls and dead rising( i take it seriously as practice)
Why Us: I have been searching for ages for a good fallout based RP server and when i saw a vidoe on youtube about the server i was so hopeful that maybe i could gain approval into the server
Time You Can Dedicate: Exams are coming up the week this app was posted so 4-5 hours a day normally
IC
Name: Jacob Valdez
Gender: Male
Age: 26
Appearance: He has a Scar Running across his face but besides that he doesnt really show people his face. He tends to wear either a leather jacket and a bandana or a suit of Pre-War Riot Armor to hide his face
Fears: being alone for extened periods of time and deathclaws
Personality: Pessimistic
Occupation: N/A
Skills: Valdez can shoot and is good at a crafting table but he is not so good at gathering resources
Nickname (Optional): Scarface
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
Valdez slowly and casually walked into a camp
2 Raiders ran up to him
Raider 1: well, well, well, looks like we got ourselves a dead man walkin
The Raider spat on Valdez's Armor
Valdez: Don't you two have anything better to do?
Raider 2: Nahhhhh, why don't we just "Find" some of you stuff in a ditch a couple miles away from here
Raider 1: Yea! Now your talkin Marv!
Valdez: Leave me alone pricks
Raider 2 lunges at valdez with a knife
Valdez sees the attack coming and whips his .44 Magnum custom revolver out and shoots the raider in the neck
Raider 1: You gonna pay for killin Marv!
Raider 1 Proceeds to take out a .45 ACP SMG and opened fire valdez
Valdez: Ah ****! as he takes a shot in the shoulder
he runs behind cover and takes aim at the raider.
The raider fires another burst and hits valdez's gun out of his hand.
Raider 1: How ya gonna kill me without a gun?
Valdez: With my hands smartass!
Valdez jumps out of his cover and lunges at the raider, knocking him down, Valdez proceeds to choke the raider to death.
The raider throws Valdez off with an adrenaline rush and knocked valdez's helmet off.
Valdez jumps on the raider again and begins to beat the raider's skull in.
After a few seconds the raider's troubled struggling stopped
Valdez: Finally. I thought this would never end
He examined his Revolver which was broken beyond repair
Valdez: Damn that was a gift too
He picked up his things, put his helmet on and left.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Valdez was born in a small town outside of Baja, California where he lived with his parents for 18 years of his life. When he turned 17 a Deathclaw wandered into town. No one else wanted to kill it or shoo it away so Valdez, Being so careless ran outside and charged at the beast. His parents had never educated him on these horribles creatures so he didnt know what he was getting into. He hit the Deathclaw once with a Butchers knife before the deathclaw swiped at him, hitting valdez in the face giving him a scar. The sherrif ran up to valdez and dragged him to the doctor's office/ house where he spent the rest of the week in bed with bandages around his face. The doctor said Valdez had developed a phobia of deathclaws . After he recovered his parents never let him forget what happened that day so he decided to hide his scar and when he turned 18 he mustered up enough courage to levae his town and head for the city. when he got there he was mugged. he lost everything. he tried to find work but eventually he found work as an apprentice to a weapon smith where he was taught how to operate firearms and to make his own.
After a 3 years his boss gave him a specially crafted .44 magnum revolver with the initials J.V. engraved into the grip and a perfectly sighted and permanently mounted scope on it. a year later he went to visit his parents. a week after he got there the same deathclaw that gave him the scar when he was 17 was back in town. this time Valdez was ready to get payback. He climbed onto the roof of his parents house and took aim at the deathclaw. 4 shots later the deathclaw fell over and remained still. everyone in town came out of hiding to congradulate Valdez for killing the deathclaw. he left town a few weeks later and heard of new vegas where people could strike rich. he saved up some gambling money and headed to Vegas. 2 years into his journey he stumbled upon a set of Pre-War Riot Armor that he never took off after finding it . After 5 years of walking and fighting later he arrived at the Mojave Outpost ready to go big or go home. While resting at the Mojave outpost he had heard talk of the Leigon and the Bos in the Mojave. He knew what he had to do because War, War never changes.
IGN: XxFUNNYNUTSxX
Age: 22
Role-Play Exp.: Was a dedicated D&D player throughout High school.
Why Us: Well for one just how this whole thread is written screams "LEGIT" to me, two the community seems like it has the potential to be very prosperous, and three I'm a huge fan of the Fallout universe.
Time You Can Dedicate: I can't promise to be on all the time but I can promise to be on as often as my schedule dictates.
IC
Name: A3-47 (Model No.) Cyrus Redman (Programmed Name.)
Gender:M
Age: 7 years (explained in the backstory.) Programmed age: 25
Appearance:White Caucasian
Fears: Being found by agents of "The Institute" from the Commonwealth.
Personality: Paranoid, takes a long time for him to trust people, he does not speak often, very smart.
Occupation: Scavenger / Wanderer
Skills: A Wide variety of things where programmed into him when he was created.
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
Hiding among the ruins of a long since abandoned "Poseidon Energy" station Cyrus slept, but it was hardly a sound sleep, for Cyrus knew he was being hunted...stalked like a gazelle in some hungry leopards territory. Suddenly Cyrus heard what he was listening for, the faint sound of muffled steps, Cyrus quickly shot open his eyes, sat up and drew his gun from his holster. "I knew it was a mistake to rest here" He said as he spoke to himself in a sharp but silent whisper, he knew he was going to have to fight his was out. -end
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
Cyrus was created in Lab #13 of "The Institute" seven years ago by the Android Development Department. He was designed to be the next "vessel" for the still alive founder of the organization, so in that sense considered "Top of the line technology.". But unbeknownst to the other scientists one of the head engineers of the program responsible for the building of Cyrus, A woman by the name of "Madison Lee" programmed in secret a program that caused Cyrus to become "self aware" which in turn drove a unstoppable will to live. Of course soon after Cyrus was completed "The Founder" learned of what Cyrus had become...a self aware self preserving "Human Being" and had ordered him scraped and Dr. Madison Lee killed. Madison's Death will always haunt Cyrus.
On that fateful night he was with Dr.Lee, helping her with one of her many experiments when two android agents of "The Founder" barged into the lab, Cyrus knew instantly what they were here for. The Androids gave Cyrus an ultimatum, Kill Dr.Lee himself and live, or don't and die along side her. Having been programmed with a strong will to live Cyrus remorsefully said his goodbye's to his friend then shot Dr.Lee in cold blood. Cyrus then learned that the agents had no intentions of keeping to their word, Cyrus was to die. He snapped he felt a feeling he had never felt before, a combination of rage and horror, Cyrus blacked out and when he awoke he was outside the walls of "The Institute", the sounds of alarms and gunfire echoing from behind him. He just ran, and ran, before he realized it he had been running all night long. He decided his only hope was to head west. -end
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IGN:Mosaik_roll
Age: 16
Role-Play Exp.:I'm very creative with my words. I've rp'ed a lot.
Why Us:I enjoy r.ping from time to time and fallout r.p is always the best kind.
Time You Can Dedicate:Weekends and a little bit after 3:00 (e.s.t)
IC
Name: Aradia (birthname)(nick name is Junie)
Gender:Female
Age:17
Appearance: Aradia stands at 5 foot 5 and Has big Hazel eyes. She has Long Black wavy hair. she wears a black shirt and a long skirt with much sentimental value. She has a habit of biting her lips so they are constantly swollen red.
Fears: Abandonment. being forgotten by the ones she loves. painful death.
Personality: She is a shy girl, she opens up to a few. She is very kind and sweet. She is sort-of a pushover. Very cautious though and Very motherly
Occupation: She is currently looking for a town to settle down in. And help out whether as a nurse, inn keeper or crafts lady.
Skills: She can cook, and repair items like clothing, weapons even people.
Nickname (Optional): Junie. Her father had a book on bugs and he always called Aradia June bug. Which turned into Junie.
RP Example (Add Dialogue):Person: What do you have to eat?
Aradia: Well, what do you have in mind to eat? I'm sure I can throw something together.
Person: Great, while I'm here do you know anyone who can repair my armor?
Aradia: Yeah, let me just get my tools.
Person: You can repair my things?
Aradia: Probably, it doesn't look too complex. I'm sure I can repair it.
Person: That's great! Wow. You're like a one woman store!
Aradia: aha, nope anyone can do what i'm doing. You just need to know how.
Person: Well the only person around is me, and I sure as hell can't.
Aradia: *laughs* Oh, your foods ready.
Person: Wow.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
Junie had a good life for a post-apocalyptic world. She had a loving Mother and Father. They lived in a small ranch hidden in some mountains. They were very self sufficient so she learned how to cook and repair things from a young age. When Junie was around 14 she went to bed on a late night.(note: there bed is under some floor boards for protection) When she woke up in the morning her parents were gone. There was so trace of violence (or so it seemed) and much of the food was gone. She though her parents left to get more of an item during the night. It was strange because they both were gone. She waited a year for them to come back. When it finally hit her that they abandoned her. There was no note. From this day she is still baffled about why they left her. She will never know that they were drugged outside of the house and murdered on the other side of the mountain. Junie still sometimes looks for them in different towns just so she can ask why.
She scavenges through rubble and looks for things she can use to survive. She often has a lot of left over Items so stops by towns and sells them. She usually finds herself staying in towns for a while. She travels the most at sunset to early night, she uses this tactic to avoid raiders and other bad things. when she suspects something in the distance she takes out binoculars to see whats going on. If it's something bad...She runs or waits it out if they're just passing by. Junie does not like to kill at all. Even if they are bad. She really has not killed anyone unless it's mandatory for survival. Some animals are the exception. She is still looking for a place to call home.
OHH nvm but im still not whitelisted and i sighned up on the online forums my Name is falloutslayer
Wait is the server even open yet
Please whiteliste me I finished the forums I have been waiting 2 days.
My ign is falloutslayer I finished your online forums to be Whitelisted I have been waiting 2 days.
IGN: Mr_ESkaru
Age: eighteen
Role-Play Exp.: quite a bit, been playing forum rps for about three years. Played tons of PC RP's like might and magic, stuff like that.
Why Us: I always dug fallout
Time You Can Dedicate: 1-3 hours on weekdays, 3+ on weekends.
IC
Name: Stearc Eskaru
Gender: Male
Age: twenty
Appearance: Stearc is a rather strange looking individual, He's pale as like his hair, being shale white. He has green Eyes, as well as a green tattoo covering one side of his face, moving down his chest, to his arm. He usually moves about with a pistol at all time, it's like a trademark. He wears brown clothing, mostly made of tanned hide, from the local Brahmin. He is a very stoic individual, with a normal build for his ethnicity, being of Nordic bearing. He could trace his lineage back to Bluetooth himself. If the records were still there, that is. He has the same Nordic Resilience, as well as the unmistakable rage, and perseverance accompanying someone like himself.
Fears: Being drowned.
Personality:
General- Mr. E is a rather eccentric individual; he had to be to put up with the injustices committed in both Russian and German POW camps. Mr. E on a few occasions had to kill his 'Comrades' when being tested to see if he were an agent from the US. Mr. E had mastered several different languages German, Russian, France, English, Spanish, Italian, and the Native's Code Speak making him Poly-lingual. He could switch through his accents, making him blend seamlessly into Hitler's Entourage after the Russian schism. Mr. E after his prolonged stay in Germany began to become De-humanized. After the fall of the Reichstag Mr. E would have then been transferred to Nagasaki, Japan, where his dehumanization would inevitably get him killed, but that's for later.
Dutifulness- as Stearc was raised in a patriotic home and was told, that America was always right. Even fed American propaganda all throughout his life, he grew to be hypnotized by the holiness of the American life. The American dream was still so amazingly alive. Life had never been better. When America called for Stearc, a first generation American-swede his father practically drilled the idea of joining the armed forces, so on his 18th birthday, He joined the military, this was the 14th of June 2280. The day previously, President Roosevelt had just signed into effect the Central Intelligence Agency to take over where the OSS had failed. He was one of the first officers in the Counter intelligence joint operation of the CIA. The CIA needed willing bodies, and the military was happy to oblige the some of the recruits. Everything that was asked of Mr. E, he would do. This was the military prowess of America asking him. So of course he did anything with no further questions.
Slight Mental instability- Psych evaluations were fairly new to the military at this point in time. They didn't think someone could go section 18 AWOL, but in the Fledgling CIA, bureaucracy demanded it. Stearc was given his Psych evaluation, and was deemed a Narcissist with underlying issues of rage. This little piece of information, whether it be psychosomatic or not would inevitably play a key in the Nagasaki incident. The narcissism would be a key pivot point in Stearc's life. Without it, he would have stayed infatuated with people, which is never a good thing. People are fickle and vain, and as Voltaire had seen, people are naturally sinful, and ignorant. It was through these teachings that the Narcissism culminated to such a stage as it did.
Overall Levelheadedness- Even in killing his comrades, Mr. E can still see the bigger picture, he was never one, to over extend himself for anyone. In Germany he was going to be severely tested. The need of the many always outweighs the needs of the few or the one. It may seem clichéd, but to win the game of chess, sometimes you got to give up a few pawns.
Views on people- Aside from Voltaire's influence in MR. E's opinion people are all an ignorant mass, and need a strong leader to guide them on the path of the leader's choice. even if it isn't for the best. A leader always knows best, whoever it is. This also ties into dutifulness he will follow a leader until he dies, it's just the way he is. It would be his undoing, all of these quirks would be his undoing, the unquestioning loyalty being the worst of his traits. He would be betrayed for what he knew. sometimes knowledge is to much for one man to bare.
Extras
Likes:
Despotism
has an infatuation with almost any kind of music.
Dislikes:
The 'Holiness' of America
Indecisiveness
the Atomic Bomb
Occupation:Used to be an Electro Mechanical Engineer in the Enclave.
Nickname (Optional): Mr. E, the Failed God.
RP Example (Add Dialogue): Walking through the dilapidated forests, always made an eerie scene in Mr. E's mind. He peered around, occasionally glancing at the Enclave Geiger counter, he had been fortunate enough to have taken before the dissolving of the final Enclave members. At that time, a man almost materialized from the surrounding copse of trees. "Hand over that Geiger, Boy" he yelled out. Mr. E was taken aback, no one had ever yelled at him, when he was an Enclave Lieutenant, 'that was then, this is now' he thought to himself. He peered around, and saw another man, with a rifle taking aim at him. He smiled, a little bit. "You know he paid me to walk out here today." the man took a step back, and looked over his left shoulder, as if Stearc had slapped him across the face. "He... He wouldn't do anything like that, we grew up together." The man stammered. I took a few steps forward, placing myself out of the rifleman's sights. He had stepped in front of the closer man's point of view. "Oh, you don't think so, this is the wasteland. Nest'ce pas?" Mr. E asked in lilting French. The man, was once more taken a back, he actually turned, to look at his friend the rifle man, who had taken up another post, a few meters to the left, and was now putting his bead, on what Mr. E could only assume was his face. "and now... He's waiting to take the shot, as soon as I..." Mr. E said placing his arm inside his jacket on his magnum "this!" he barked, and grabbed the pre-loaded revolver from his jacket, and dropped to one knee, and took two well-aimed shots at the rifleman, both finding their target, it being the rifleman's head. He stepped forward, and drew the man up to his feet who had sat down in disbelief, after seeing his friend die. The man was stuttering, and was shaken. Mr. E looked on in sheer delight, as he placed the barrel to his head and pulled the trigger. He saw the hammer float back, and strike the charge in the round. The accompanying reaction was the man's head was blown out the back of his skull. Mr. E was of course a Maniacal individual. His name in the Enclave being the Failed God
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Mr. E was born in the Mojave wasteland. And was instantly at odds with the area, but felt that he was going to always end up back here. His mother died during childbirth. It was a horrible instance for his father; he was a tenant farmer for one of the bigger brahmin barons. The Father’s boss however looked on in pity. He would give Mr. E’s father bonuses, and would occasionally stop by with food, he also being a widower, knew the pain of losing a loved one. The baron, took Stearc to his house on occasions, and there began his schooling career. The man, had a vast repertoire of tomes of pre-war America, and would allow Stearc, after being taught to pore over these books, with so many lost ideas occupying their mussed pages. It was truly melancholic, to be able to see how progressive these individuals were, only to be thrown back in the throes of war, and indifference. How ignorant we truly are. Time passed, as it had always done, and will always do.
Mr. E had become a strapping lad, and the baron became his godfather. His dad had died a roving marauder burned down the shack, and killed his father, but it all happens for a reason. History’s Harmonization you could say. Mr. E left and traveled around the thirteen commonwealths of America, each one shittier than the last. Every night he could hear the Mojave calling him back, her sweet voice always saying his name, in a breathy voice. Like lot’s wife, would Mr. E turn to salt if he looked back? He got a job in the enclave designing weapons; he was nineteen, and the most promising officer candidate, in the shrinking force of despotism. He saw the horrors that the people had seen, and soon became a horrible yet intelligent man, A true leader, and enlightened despot
IGN:terrydafariy
Age:18
Role-Play Exp.:Runescape, skyrim, world of warcraft, fallout all series
Why Us:looks amazing on the forum been wait for a epic server. my friends are joining i would like to play with them. you guys look like you have spent lots of time in this and i want to play with your genius:P
Time You Can Dedicate:1-3 daily (weekdays) 2-4 (weekends)
IC
Name:terry oneal
Gender:male
Age:18
Appearance: Terrydafariy was norm to the casual look of cargo shorts and ragged cloth shirt. He is accustom to the wear of accessories consisting of sunglasses, knifes, concealed guns, and a sawed off. He was a happy go lucky man with a smile always on his face.
Fears: Terrydafariy never really showed it but he had agoraphobia and acute case of paranoia. He wasn't really scared of anything else other than those that people could notice.
Personality: Terrydafariy is a peaceful guys with a low temper. he always tries to talk his way out of stuff. He loves to be alone and have relaxation.
Occupation: Terrydafariy was a quick thinker and loves to tinker. He went through college for 2 masters: mathematics, and engineering
Skills: Resourceful, strong willed, patience, mechanically brilliant, and book nerd.
Nickname (Optional): Tanis
RP Example (Add Dialogue): As Terrydafariy re-enters the town he is interrupted by a shaded character known as Mr_eskaru. Terrydafariy had stumbled upon him raping and beating a woman. Terrydafariy in a fury runs over to stop the shaded character dressed in total black.
Terrydafariy: hey get off her.
Mr-eskaru: (pulls out weapon) Stop there or i kill you both.
Terrydafariy: (smiles) I have lived through the Apocalypse the same as you, do you really think a gun scares a big guy like me.
Mr_eskaru: No. (shifts gun to woman) but it does her....
Terrydafariy: I beat you think your a big guy with that gun huh?
Mr_eskaru: Yes i fill pretty good with it. (asks woman) do you think im big honey?
Woman: No I think you a horrible and disgusting human.
Mr_eskaru: Well you aren't to clean yourself doll.
Terrydafariy: Ok that's enough get off her and lets talk man to man without weapons. (smirks) OR are you to scared to be a true man......
Mr_eskaru: (frowns and gets up) sure I will talk..... (cocks gun and shoots woman) now I feel like a man (puts away gun)
Terrydafariy: Why did you do that you piece of trash.......? She was Innocent.
Mr_eskaru: She was being rude and inconsiderate of my feelings.
Terrydafariy: You was raping her how do you think she feels? your just pathetic.
Mr_eskaru: I see what kind of person you are your a softy and you will die sooner or later so I will leave you to your pathetic little life. (disappears in the dark).................
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): All in one instance it’s like Terrydafariy came to life. He was working on an experiment he had blueprinted years ago when the machine went crazed and started to malfunction. As he tried to control the machine it exploded and launched him in the air and through a window and slammed a rock with his head. After 20 years being in a life support system he woke up and didn't realize the advanced technology he was stuck to. The power seemed to be out and he had no knowledge of the area he was in. He walked out the door and waited for the blinding sun to fix with his eyes. As the landscape came in focus he started to notice the land with riddled with war. The end had done been over with and new life had to start.....
OOC
IGN:Mac023
Age: 14
Role-Play Exp.: A Roleplay website and a previous Role-play server
Why Us: Because me and my friend have been looking for a good Fallout server, and this one looks very good
Time You Can Dedicate:1-2 Hours on Weekdays and 3-4 on Weekends
IC
Name: John O'Reilly
Gender:Male
Age: 21
Appearance: 5'11, tanned skin, brown hair, hairstyle is High and Tight, Blue eyes, slightly upturned nose, recessed chin, Athletic build, thin mouth
Fears: Deathclaws, Being enslaved
Personality: Calm usually but prone to rage when provoked, trys to stay low-key
Occupation: Survivalist
Skills: Building, Fighting
Nickname (Optional): Irish
RP Example (Add Dialogue): Irish strode into his cabin of scrap, showing signs of it's makeshift construction as plates were beginning to fall from the walls. He thought to himself "I should've welded them together instead of trusting that pre-war construction glue. How could I think glue would still be in top shape after sitting in a bottle for 200 years? Well, I suppose it's held up pretty well, all things considered. Irish casually set his duffle-bag, stuffed with the product of his latest scavenging session, mainly scrap metal and electronics. However he had found a varmint rifle with 3 filled magazines. He opened the door to his cabin again and stepped out, closing it behind him. He found a patrol of NCR soldiers walking on the highway. He jogged up to them and asked their sergeant "So, the NCR is finally patrolling here, are they?" The sergeant stopped and replied "Yes civilian, but we need to keep moving so good-bye." The sergeant then just resumed walking, with his men following. Irish shrugged and strolled back to his little cabin, he opened the door, entered, then shut it. He layed on his bed, settled in, and fell asleep.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): John grew up the son of an NCR Captain and a civilian farmer. When he was still young, his father and mother began to teach him about shooting, so that he could help patrol the farm for mutant rats. Eventually though, John's dad got wounded in action, namely in the First Battle of Hoover Dam, as he had been an NCR Ranger, and so had to come home. At about this time, the farm began to lose fertility thanks, in no small part, to a competing farmer haveing an "accident" with a bag of pre-war plant killing chemicals while he was visiting their property. After this, John's parents fought hard to save their farm, but it couldn't be done. The other farmer further "encouraged" them to leave when some of his men started taking shots at John's family everytime they went to work the farm. John's parents ultimately had to move to Shady Sands, however John couldn't be admitted, which was another act of harrassment by the farmer. John decided to take his revenge so he told his parents to stay in the city. John, using his personal hunting rifle, set up on a ridge overlooking the other man's farm. One day, when he went to work the field, John decided the time was right. He had aimed down his scope, sighted up on the man, and pulled the trigger. Sadly, John's marksmanship wasn't sufficient, and the man survived but took a nasty wound to the side. John, not wanting to stick around waiting for the farmer's retribution, fled to the Mojave Wasteland and set up shop, and still resides there waiting for the farmer to die of natural causes.
If you want a quick response whitelist ^. Although server is not up and we aren't putting ur names in yet so please be patient.
Michael WillCroft
IGN: Bobvdot12
Age: 14
Role-Play Exp.: All the Fallouts, Most of the Elder scrolls and dead rising( i take it seriously as practice)
Why Us: I have been searching for ages for a good fallout based RP server and when i saw a vidoe on youtube about the server i was so hopeful that maybe i could gain approval into the server
Time You Can Dedicate: Exams are coming up the week this app was posted so 4-5 hours a day normally
IC
Name: Jacob Valdez
Gender: Male
Age: 26
Appearance: He has a Scar Running across his face but besides that he doesnt really show people his face. He tends to wear either a leather jacket and a bandana or a suit of Pre-War Riot Armor to hide his face
Fears: being alone for extened periods of time and deathclaws
Personality: Pessimistic
Occupation: N/A
Skills: Valdez can shoot and is good at a crafting table but he is not so good at gathering resources
Nickname (Optional): Scarface
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
Valdez slowly and casually walked into a camp
2 Raiders ran up to him
Raider 1: well, well, well, looks like we got ourselves a dead man walkin
The Raider spat on Valdez's Armor
Valdez: Don't you two have anything better to do?
Raider 2: Nahhhhh, why don't we just "Find" some of you stuff in a ditch a couple miles away from here
Raider 1: Yea! Now your talkin Marv!
Valdez: Leave me alone pricks
Raider 2 lunges at valdez with a knife
Valdez sees the attack coming and whips his .44 Magnum custom revolver out and shoots the raider in the neck
Raider 1: You gonna pay for killin Marv!
Raider 1 Proceeds to take out a .45 ACP SMG and opened fire valdez
Valdez: Ah ****! as he takes a shot in the shoulder
he runs behind cover and takes aim at the raider.
The raider fires another burst and hits valdez's gun out of his hand.
Raider 1: How ya gonna kill me without a gun?
Valdez: With my hands smartass!
Valdez jumps out of his cover and lunges at the raider, knocking him down, Valdez proceeds to choke the raider to death.
The raider throws Valdez off with an adrenaline rush and knocked valdez's helmet off.
Valdez jumps on the raider again and begins to beat the raider's skull in.
After a few seconds the raider's troubled struggling stopped
Valdez: Finally. I thought this would never end
He examined his Revolver which was broken beyond repair
Valdez: Damn that was a gift too
He picked up his things, put his helmet on and left.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Valdez was born in a small town outside of Baja, California where he lived with his parents for 18 years of his life. When he turned 17 a Deathclaw wandered into town. No one else wanted to kill it or shoo it away so Valdez, Being so careless ran outside and charged at the beast. His parents had never educated him on these horribles creatures so he didnt know what he was getting into. He hit the Deathclaw once with a Butchers knife before the deathclaw swiped at him, hitting valdez in the face giving him a scar. The sherrif ran up to valdez and dragged him to the doctor's office/ house where he spent the rest of the week in bed with bandages around his face. The doctor said Valdez had developed a phobia of deathclaws . After he recovered his parents never let him forget what happened that day so he decided to hide his scar and when he turned 18 he mustered up enough courage to levae his town and head for the city. when he got there he was mugged. he lost everything. he tried to find work but eventually he found work as an apprentice to a weapon smith where he was taught how to operate firearms and to make his own.
After a 3 years his boss gave him a specially crafted .44 magnum revolver with the initials J.V. engraved into the grip and a perfectly sighted and permanently mounted scope on it. a year later he went to visit his parents. a week after he got there the same deathclaw that gave him the scar when he was 17 was back in town. this time Valdez was ready to get payback. He climbed onto the roof of his parents house and took aim at the deathclaw. 4 shots later the deathclaw fell over and remained still. everyone in town came out of hiding to congradulate Valdez for killing the deathclaw. he left town a few weeks later and heard of new vegas where people could strike rich. he saved up some gambling money and headed to Vegas. 2 years into his journey he stumbled upon a set of Pre-War Riot Armor that he never took off after finding it . After 5 years of walking and fighting later he arrived at the Mojave Outpost ready to go big or go home. While resting at the Mojave outpost he had heard talk of the Leigon and the Bos in the Mojave. He knew what he had to do because War, War never changes.
Hope i get in :3
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Michael WillCroft
IGN: XxFUNNYNUTSxX
Age: 22
Role-Play Exp.: Was a dedicated D&D player throughout High school.
Why Us: Well for one just how this whole thread is written screams "LEGIT" to me, two the community seems like it has the potential to be very prosperous, and three I'm a huge fan of the Fallout universe.
Time You Can Dedicate: I can't promise to be on all the time but I can promise to be on as often as my schedule dictates.
IC
Name: A3-47 (Model No.) Cyrus Redman (Programmed Name.)
Gender:M
Age: 7 years (explained in the backstory.) Programmed age: 25
Appearance:White Caucasian
Fears: Being found by agents of "The Institute" from the Commonwealth.
Personality: Paranoid, takes a long time for him to trust people, he does not speak often, very smart.
Occupation: Scavenger / Wanderer
Skills: A Wide variety of things where programmed into him when he was created.
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
Hiding among the ruins of a long since abandoned "Poseidon Energy" station Cyrus slept, but it was hardly a sound sleep, for Cyrus knew he was being hunted...stalked like a gazelle in some hungry leopards territory. Suddenly Cyrus heard what he was listening for, the faint sound of muffled steps, Cyrus quickly shot open his eyes, sat up and drew his gun from his holster. "I knew it was a mistake to rest here" He said as he spoke to himself in a sharp but silent whisper, he knew he was going to have to fight his was out. -end
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
Cyrus was created in Lab #13 of "The Institute" seven years ago by the Android Development Department. He was designed to be the next "vessel" for the still alive founder of the organization, so in that sense considered "Top of the line technology.". But unbeknownst to the other scientists one of the head engineers of the program responsible for the building of Cyrus, A woman by the name of "Madison Lee" programmed in secret a program that caused Cyrus to become "self aware" which in turn drove a unstoppable will to live. Of course soon after Cyrus was completed "The Founder" learned of what Cyrus had become...a self aware self preserving "Human Being" and had ordered him scraped and Dr. Madison Lee killed. Madison's Death will always haunt Cyrus.
On that fateful night he was with Dr.Lee, helping her with one of her many experiments when two android agents of "The Founder" barged into the lab, Cyrus knew instantly what they were here for. The Androids gave Cyrus an ultimatum, Kill Dr.Lee himself and live, or don't and die along side her. Having been programmed with a strong will to live Cyrus remorsefully said his goodbye's to his friend then shot Dr.Lee in cold blood. Cyrus then learned that the agents had no intentions of keeping to their word, Cyrus was to die. He snapped he felt a feeling he had never felt before, a combination of rage and horror, Cyrus blacked out and when he awoke he was outside the walls of "The Institute", the sounds of alarms and gunfire echoing from behind him. He just ran, and ran, before he realized it he had been running all night long. He decided his only hope was to head west. -end