Role-Play Exp.: I've role-played for quite a few years.
Why Us: I like Fallout and this seems to be the coolest out of all the Servers I've seen.
Time You Can Dedicate: Depends I usually can get on every day. About 4 hours a day. I have highschool and on weekends it can be almost all day.
Name: Kon Merigon
Appearance: I will probably use a Vault boy skin if you would not like this just tell me what I should use.
Fears: He Isn't afraid of much. He doesn't like to see people die though.
Personality: He likes to help others. He's always up for jobs. He loves to work with machines. He is always there to help others. He doesn't get angry often. He loves to joke around. He will stick up for what he thinks is right.
Occupation: Adventurer (bound to change)
Skills: Sneak, Lockpick (just for the lolz not really :tongue.gif:), Repair, Science, and Speech.
RP Example (Add Dialogue): He looks across the desolate desert. He smirks spotting something in the distance, " Time for lunch." He says. He starts running off towards his next victim. As he reaches the shape he finds out it was but a cactus. He sighs, " Time to look elsewhere." he says.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): As a kid Kon had good life. His parents lived in a town where things worked perfectly. It may have been a hard life but he still saw it as good. When he worked on the technology the locals found he always worked with a smile. He loves machines and other forms of technology.
But when he was 13 his town was attacked by Raiders. He was knocked out and when he woke up his parents were gone. His town lay in shambles. He had lost his home. The locals lay dead in the streets. He then decided he would try to venture out into the Wasteland. He has been on his own for 6 years now. He hasn't lost his drive to find the Raiders that killed his parents but he doesn't let it cloud his judgement.
Role-Play Exp: I've had a lot of experience with role playing games. Here's a list of RP related things I've played.
Video Games: Fallout, Fallout 3, Fallout: New Vegas, Mass Effect 1 and 2, Dragon Age: Origins, The Elder Scrolls: IV and V, Dark Souls, Baldurs Gate, the STALKER series, and a couple of the Final Fantasy games. There's more but I can't remember them right now.
Minecraft Related: I've played on a couple RP servers but none of them really kept my interest for long. One of the servers I played the most on was "The Plague" server.
Other: I also have some experience with Dungeons and Dragons, both playing and DM-ing.
Why this server: The Fallout lore and world has always peaked my interest and Fallout 3: GotY Edition is my favorite game of all time so far. I'm really into post-apocalyptic movies, books, and games, and this server is the best one I've found yet to satisfy my craving for danger and survival.
Time I can dedicate: I can most likely dedicate about 5 to 10 hours a week depending on my schedule. School, friends, practice, and whatnot. Also depending on if I'm in a mood for computer gaming, which is generally most of the time.
Name: Terrance Lee Gehringer (Unknown to everyone except himself.)
Age: Unknown, but suspected to be in mid 20s to Early 30s.
Appearance: 6" 185 pounds. Physically fit. Caucasian. Grey eyes. Dark-brown, shoulder length hair. Dark-brown facial hair. Scar on the face going down from forehead, over right eye and continuing to right cheek. Multiple scars on front and back of torso, as well as a scattered scars on the arms and legs. (Most likely resulting from years of close-quarters melee combat.)
Fears: Losing his own sanity, feeling powerless to stop something, and the immediate unknown.
Personality: Patient, calculating, cautious, understanding, kind. He prefers to keep himself somewhat distant from other people personally. His morality is generally neutral when it comes to bigger more important things, but on a smaller level he will go out of his way to help others and do the right thing even if it is through questionable means. His favorite phrase is: "Aut Viam Inveniam Aut Faciam (I will either find a way or I will make one.)"
Occupation: On his travels he will do jobs for others ranging from mercenary work to construction to teaching, depending on the details of the job. (As well as the pay.)
Skills: Very patient. Determined to complete goals. Can keep calm in stressful situations. Intelligent. Very adaptable. Street wise. Exceptionally skilled in melee combat and the martial arts. Average marksman.
Nickname: Generally no one knows his name but he has been given multiple nicknames depending on the reputation he left with those that met him. Some of his lesser known nicknames are The Man In Grey, The Scarred Nomad, or The Outsider, but his most popular name is Pariah which was given to him by his enemies, even though his allies still refer to him by this name.
RP Example/Backstory: "I don't need a name." That's what I always tell people when they ask me what my name is. My name doesn't matter. As long as the job at hand gets done, my name doesn't need to be known. But they always press me for my name. I don't want to give them a false name, I don't want to lie to them. But I don't want to tell them my real name... No, not my real name. My OLD name. I'm not him anymore. I haven't been him for years and I NEVER will be him again. The memories are too painful. I can still hear all of them in my dreams. Screaming...
But that doesn't matter now.
They continue to ask for my name so they can thank me for the help I've given them. They can call me whatever they want. I don't care.
However, if they really want something to call me, I heard a while back some Raider lord had started calling me Pariah. Apparently he spread that name around after I incinerated one the outposts on his territory while passing through. I killed all of the men there after I saw them rape a twelve year old girl, then I burned the place to the ground and took the girl to safety. It was no less then they deserved.
The Raider Lord spread the name around to other Raider gangs and townships, and they all began to call me that.
Yes. If they really want a name to call me by, they can call me Pariah.
After all the things I've done, that name is no less than I deserve.
How I got to the Mojave: On my travels I came across a mysterious man. I was headed across Idaho coming from Oregon at the time. I was planning to head to the east coast, to look for the Commonwealth. (I had received an anonymous message to go there and look for a man named Alfred Tross. Apparently he can help me redeem myself for my past actions. Not having any other clear goal for myself, I decided to follow this lead. But at the end of the message it said "Don't put yourself in a hurry. Take your time. There will be some people that will need your help along the way." When I first read this, I dismissed it for the time being, and went on my way.)
I met the man while walking through a small deserted town. He was sitting on the steps of a porch, wearing a dark cloak that hid his face from me. I asked him what he was doing here. He said to me, "What I'm doing here is of no importance to you. There's a whole heap of trouble going on down South in Nevada. Lots of people in need of help." As he said the word Nevada he pointed South with his hand. I was facing North while I talked to him and when he pointed I turned my head around to look where he was pointing. I turned back to ask him some questions, but when I did he was gone.
"He said there were people that needed help," I thought. "and the note said there would be people I that would need my help along the way." I pondered this thought for a while, and then decided to head South to Nevada to see what was going on. If I am supposed to help others on my journey, then I will.
P.S. Sorry if this is a bit long. I'm terrible at summarizing.
Role-Play Exp.: I have none for PC, outside of Terraria.
Why Us: I have a friend who has also applied, and I think that the idea of a fallout world in minecraft is incredibly awesome.
Time You Can Dedicate: 6 hours a day depending on my schedule. More on weekends, about 9-11
Name: Darius Edgar
Age: Darius's does not know his own age. One would say he is 25-30 if they were to survive an encounter with him. He is actually 23,.
Appearance: Darius is a filthy vulture of the wasteland. His blood-soaked and puke covered burlap sack for a shirt falls just below his waist. His shredded pants hang loosely on his weathered legs, just above two ratty, black shoes. The hair on his head is a dirty blonde, and his face is cloaked in a black mask.
Fears: Darius fears people the most of all. Beasts of the wild are no challenge to dispatch, but when another human approaches, it's as if the apocalypse was happening all over again.
Personality: Darius is a skitzophrenic, and nothing can consolidate his emotions. He will approach from a distance when he sees people entering his domain, and he will analyze and examine their patterns of behavior. Darius has had a few regular acquaintances, but no more than 3-4. At many times he will trade with others, but only if they are excellent negotiators. He mostly keeps to himself and is best left alone.
Occupation: Darius is a forager by day, and in the first hours of nightfall will hunt creatures of the wastes.
Skills: Darius can hunt, cook, forage, spy/track, and any other task that doesn't involve much interaction of others' time.
Nickname (Optional): Darius the Cannibal
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
"Who are you?" "What do you want here?"
"Can't you see I'm busy? Yes, very, very busy. A man has to survive out here, but so do the beasts..."
"I'm not giving you shelter unless you bring me fifteen hunks of MEAT!"
"No, Mr. Ranger, if you'll kindly move yourself out of my way, then maybe I can put my weapon down."
"The beasts cry out to me at night. I must answer."
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
Darius grew up a fatherless child to the wastes. His mother was addicted to chems, and the town of survivors around him was falling apart. When Darius was 15, his town was ransacked by raiders. The men were burned alive, the women stripped and raped, and the cries of the people were burnt into Darius's mind. He escaped from the raiders into the foothills surrounding his town where he knew that no one would find him.
Darius first tasted raw flesh a few days later when he beat a brahmin over the head with a piece of lead piping and tore the flesh off of it. A farmer saw Darius and shot at him, and from that day forth, Darius knew he would never be accepted into society. Darius has been living in a hole in the ground for almost eight years now, writing on the walls and hunting livestock. But something has called out to him, something deep within the wastes... something... primal.
Role-Play Exp.:Roleplay is my type of thing. I'll just start acting as if it's a real life situation. I love Roleplay honostly.
Why Us:Are you kidding! Fallout, Minecraft, I couldn't think of a greater combination. I love Fallout i kept playing and playing (untill i beat the game).
Time you can dedicate:Schools days about three hours. On weekends five through seven hours ( I know no life =P ).
Name (Full): Aland Nguyen
Rank you want if wanted?:Just a regular paladin will do just fine, i wouldn't ask for anything better.
Special Talents? (i.e. fighting, farming, scientist): My fighting with melee weapons is a little bit over average, but my archery skills are good. Farming i don't enjoy. I'm average with science though.
Will you be dedicated?:I will be loyal and report to all commands given by higher ranks and others.
Will you be loyal and respectful to your fellow soldiers?:My fellow soilders, yes but if they try to assault any ranks higher them self or even me i'm going to have to use self defence.
Role-Play Exp.: I have played Fallout 3 and New Vegas. I enjoyed both quite a lot and this seems like it would be a fun server to join.
Why Us: Fallout is one of my favorite games due to how in-depth it is and the complex faction system. The server also seems to be well run and active.
Time You Can Dedicate: I am in school, but i am quite frequently on during the week and weekend.
ICName: John Chapple
Appearance: Well tanned, blonde, 6'2"
Personality: Quiet and kept to himself, but follows orders well
Occupation: Builder and guard
Skills: Stealth, construction, and defense
RP Example (Add Dialogue): Wandering the desert trying to live off of the money he can make from odd jobs in the towns that he passes through. Though he often has trouble making ends meet so he steals only when he has to.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): After adapting to the harsh living conditions in the wasteland that he was born in he set out into the world to make a name for himself. Though much to his dismay the world was a far harsher place than what he expected it to be because he had only seen the small problems that swept through his small town. Now that he was out on the road he came into contact with atrocities the likes of which he had never imagined, and after these experiences he decided that he would make it his purpose to try to help other people who were not as strong as him. So he wandered the wasteland looking for those he could help, but he never stayed in one place for too long. Until he witnessed the razing of an entire town at the hands of the Legion did he decide that the time to wander was over and the time to fight back had begun.
Role-Play Exp.: I have Fallout 3 and New Vegas and I role-play a lot on games
Why Us:This server looks awesome and I like Fallout
Time You Can Dedicate:1-4 hours on weekdays and 1-6 hours on weekends
Appearance:An adventurer with brown hair
Fears:Is a little scared of mutants
Personality:Brave strong man and likes animals
Skills:Swords and weapons
RP Example (Add Dialogue):After a long day of mining he was happy to be done.
Backstory Dominic was born and raised in vault 30. Vault 30 had it's own mine and Dominic would always go and come back with valuable items. He had a dog named Chilly while growing up it was Dominic's best friend. Dominic didn't really have friends but his dog was his only friend. One day Chilly attacked a man the guards had to kill the dog, and they did. Dominic was so angry he punched the guard in the face and threw him into a wall the guard dropped his gun in pain. As the other guards started coming Dominic took the 9mm pistol and shot the guard that he hurt. Then Dominic found cover and ran to it. He started shooting at the guards and hit a lot of them. Finally he killed the rest. Then he found the vault overseer. "Open the vault door or I shoot" he screamed. Once he opened the door Dominic said "Say hi to the the devil for me" and shot the overseer. Now he was free from the vault. (Please if you can tell me or message me if I'm in or not. Thanks)
Role-Play Exp.: ive played on other fallout servers
Why Us: this server seems the most put together
Time You Can Dedicate: 3pm-12am
Appearance: brown shaved head tall
Fears: super mutants
Personality: good sense of humor
Occupation: ncr gear distrubutor
Skills: good at fixing things
RP Example (Add Dialogue): waste lander: help! help! ncr grunt: what is it waste lander waste lander: theres some fiends chaseing me there a couple miles back ncr grunt: good we have time to set up an ambush *takes out raido* command this is scout 5-6 i have some infomation about some fiends and requesting reinforsments bye the old car factory ncr command: scout 5-6 theres a squad on there way. *2 hours later* ncr soilder: we have been waiting her for to long i doubt any fiends are going to show up ncr sergant: shut up i hear something omg theres so many lets wait till they get closer to attack ncr soilder: ok there close ncr sergant: 3.....2.....1 BOOM POW KPLOOOOD Fiend leader: noo please have mercy ncr sergant:jet fiends are the worst BOOM *the sound of a body falling ot the ground* ncr sergant: good work evry one lets go home
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):my name is travis i was born in a small ncr town and have always wanted to join the ncr army and fight any tyranny in the wasteland and make it a better place but one night are town was attacked by the brother hood of steel all my family and friends where killed and the brother hood took me as a prisener to try and convert me into a brother hood solider they had me inprisend for a total of 5 years but one night i was in my cell and i heard a series of explosons and screams and an hour after all that an ncr captain came into my cell and offerd me the tile of ncr gear distributor
Role-Play Exp.:3 Years over many different games
Why Us:The fallout series is one of the greatest I have ever played and it would be fun to recreate
Time You Can Dedicate:6-10pm Weeknights, Almost any time on weekends.
Name:Drake (Unknown To Myself)
Appearance:Hunter with Wolf-skin Cloak and Face-mask
Skills:Advanced climbing, and Hunting skills
RP Example (Add Dialogue): "The last thing you never see"-Boone Drake:"Living by this motto has made the difference between you and I."
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): My story begins when my parents were slaughtered by enraged Nightkin. I hid knowing coming out would only result in my death. I was eleven then. That night, fueled by rage,I took my fathers hunting rifle and tracked the Nightkin back to their camp and put a bullet in the back of one of their skulls, right as I lined up my sights on the second Nightkin's head he used a cloaking device. As frantically searched for him I felt a something smack the back of my head. I woke up the next morning with my hands and feet bound. The Nightkin was eating some radroach. With those large stubby fingers the ropes weren't tied very well I was able to wiggle my hands free. I pulled a switch blade from my boot and snuck up behind the Nightkin. I slit his throat, went a found my hunting rifle and got my bearings. I found my way back home just before nightfall. I spent two years hunting and collecting pelts until an NCR patrol was scouting the area nearby I overheard them talking about some large camp of Khans. I decided to check it out. This is when I decided to join up with them, they seemed to be one of the toughest groups in the area.
I left my home in Red Rock Canyon, I couldn't stand the Khans any longer. Iv'e spent the past 2 years of my life drifting.I have been ppending most of my nights in Novac as of recently. Tonight I plan on watching the Helios One. It appears that that may be the most strategic location on this side of the wasteland. Most people here keep to themselves but the McBrides are very nice, but something about this town gives me the creeps. Maybe its just all those little dinosaur toys. I think joining up with the NCR may be a good idea. Boone and Andy seemed to have benefited from it. I decided I would join the NCR, so I will be heading to Helios One. Maybe, one day, i'll be able to become a ranger. Sadly, I was rejected due to my previous interactions with the Khans. So I headed back to Novac, spent my past few years training and honing my skills.
What will I do from here? Where will I go? Pick me and lets find out.
IGN:1Ynot(my name backwards!)
Role-Play Exp.: Fallout 3, New Vegas, Skyrim, all the good RPing games. I love RP, and I've had ALOT in general.
Why Us:Fallout and minecraft- my 2 favorite games combined, this seems very promising and I would really enjoy being able to try out this new experience.
Time You Can Dedicate:Any time after school. 2pm-11pm pacific time.
Appearance: Fit adventurer, gruff from war, fauxhawk.
Fears: Tangerines.. no joke.
Personality: Intelligent, ruthless but a warm hearted companion. Outgoing and insightful.
Occupation: BoS Spy.
Skills: Espionage, Swords, and Weapons.
RP Example:" Serving the BoS since bills were still used as money. "
Backstory:" Part 1: The Past. Vault 120. Noone even HEARD of this place, why? It was a private vault bought for my family by my father, Tony SR. Nguyen, one of the richest men in the entire western coast(he was even in Borbes magazine as #1 at some point.) My mother always told me we would be the safest from the Great War that was steadfast, she told me all of us would be living the good life in our vault for the rest of our living time(also, I was 12 at the time) on this pitiful planet. She was right... for the time being.
Part 2:Vault Life. 2 years after the Great War. My sister contracts and dies from radiation poisoning(presumably from Radscorpions?) while attempting to escape the vault in order to see the sun again. We buried her in the central room. After that, things began turning hectic. My father was going insane, almost killing my mom at one point and soon dies as well from a stroke. Food was running scarce, mutated mole rats were wearing out our supplies. I tried to shoot them off, but eventually my dad's 9mm pistol ran out of ammunition... Super mutants break down our vault door and my mother tries to fend them off with our kitchen knives, but that proves ineffective. We hide in the locked bunker. She tells to run, run like I've never run before when the mutants find us, she tells me she loves me, she gives me all the money( like that'd help) we had left, food in the bunker, a Pipboy 2000, and a vintage UPS messenger bag to carry my clothes. I begin to bawl(still weak and only 14 at that time) and that's when the door broke open. I try to get my mother to come with me, but she tells me she's weak enough and would only be dead weight- I leave the vault.
Part 3: The BoS: I escape the mutants but leave my mother and vault with a sorrow and guilt I cannot inscribe to words. I run as she instructed me to, I had no idea where to go- but I kept running, away from the radiation, away from the fear, away from.. myself. I then hit something, or someone and quickly fall to the ground. He was wearing armor I have only seen in my dreams, "BoS Power Armor" it read. "IDENTIFY YOURSELF!" the man in the armor commanded. "I am Tony, I have just left my vault and I have nowhere to go, who are you?" "I see, -he looks to my Pipboy- what is that? Is that a Pipboy?" "Yeah, got it a while ago before I left from my mother." "Sorry about that Tony, say- how about you join us, the Brotherhood of Steel? Normally I wouldn't just take any person in.. But with that technology you have there, you could just be the answer to our problems...." And this is just the beginning. What happens now? I ask myself this question in my sleep. Enroll me into the BoS army as a spy let us see.
Role-Play Exp.: I've played on AssassinCraft, Elements of War, War of the Races, The actual Fallout Series, Fable.
Why Us: I love guns, and vehicles. I also love the Fallout Series
Time You Can Dedicate: At least 3 hours a day afterschool.
Appearance: Innocent, intelligent, sneaky, Cocky.
Fears: Radiation, and Death.
Personality: Cool, not easily tempered, and cannot stand up for himself or others.
Occupation: BoS(Brotherhood) Spy
Skills: Stealth, and assassination
Nickname (Optional): J-Sin
RP Example (Add Dialogue): "He's about to get wrecked...." -Jumps at opponnent-
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraph):
3 years, after nuclear warfare. On my 15th birthday celebration, my Parents have finally died, after having been contaminated with radiation for the past year. My Birthday couldn't have possibly been worse, I took all the rage out and griefed my own room. My Grandpa Joe always told me ,"It's the war that killed them, the Enclaves. But never should you bring yourself down to that level , for that is what I believe is the ultimate sin". Ever since then, I tried to get in Brotherhood of Steel,going against my Grandpa's philosphy , attempting to work as a spy to gain intelligence, hoping one day no one else will have to go through, what I have been through. One day, I was assigned to a top secret mission that only the higher ups of our Brotherhood knew of. I was assigned to a dead or alive type of deal his name was ,Edward. If I were to succeed in this mission the Brotherhood would allow me in.
The Brother Hood of Steel offered to have a group help me and offered a Laser Gatling Gun. I told them ," No, this is a stealth mission, we're weaker if we go in a pack, and Laser Gatling is for Pussies. On the 3rd night of scouting I finally found Edward. Loading my pistol I aimed it at Edward's
head, some sweat fell down my forehead,as I was wiping it off , he was gone. Hit in the head from the plasma rifle i fell on the ground helpless my pistol yards away. Using some quick thinking I flung dirt at his eyes temporarily blinding him, grabbing my pistol. It was a stand still like in one of those western movies I watched at home. At this point I knew I couldn't capture him, I knew only one of us were going to survive. Remembering my Grandpa's words I didn't know what to do besides to hide coping with myself wondering what to do. I picked up my pistol and remembered that because of these enclaves, my parents died. Pistol loaded, Pistol aimed, Pistol fired. Everything happened so fast. I took his dead body home as proof to the Brotherhood,even though I was accepted into BoS, my Grandfather could not even look me in the eye after I have commited such a sin. Thus, I was branded with the Name. J-Sin
IGN: EwwItsThomas Age: 15 Role-Play Exp.: I've played on HeroCraft and War of the Races Why Us: I love anything that involves guns. Also I love FallOut. Time You Can Dedicate: At least 3-6 hours a day afterschool. Weekends 6-9 hours.
Name: Thomas Gender: Male Age: 15 Appearance: Friendly, smart, stealthy, bold. Fears: Darkness, death, blood. Personality: Chill usually, get mad sometimes and competitive. Occupation: BoS(Brotherhood) Spy Skills: Spy, and assassination Nickname (Optional): Thomas[kv] RP Example (Add Dialogue): "If war kills millions, what about nuclear wars..?" "Is it bad that I have more rads than 30 nuka colas..?" Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): When I was merely 6 years old, I saw my parents getting killed right before my eyes. I swore to avenge them no matter what. One night I see the Soviets, they raided my house and killed my parents, but to bad that was 10 years ago so I can't have the chance to kill their leader. But...his son,John, was exactly my age, so now I can get the vengeance I have be waitin' for my entire life. I can tell he didn't recognized me, now I have a advantage. I found out some information about the Soviets, like where they lived and where they would meet up. One day, I swore I would kill him and they day is today. In my office I packed some armor and a small hidden .45 Caliber pistol. This was life or death, now or never. I snuck into their HeadQuarters and inside John's Office I change their meeting place to Steve's BBQ Shack at 8:00 PM. The next day, he comes as I expected. He fell into the most easiest traps ever. John: *Looks around* Hmmm, where's the rest of the Soviets...I snuck behind him, raised my pistol to his head and shot. BANG! The following morning they found him dead with no evidence on what had happened to him.