Role-Play Exp.: I have played Fallout 3 (all of it's DLC's too), and new Vegas. I have RP'd on alot of MMO's, here are a few; WoW, SWTOR, LOTRO, MC rp servers (MC servers as in lord of the craft, Roleplay Revolution, etc..
Why Us: Because I love Fallout,and minecraft, and to put my 2 favorite video games into one would be awesome! Adding RP in it would be the best! Your server sounds like a nice, friendly server that would be fun to play on, too.
Time You Can Dedicate: It depends... maybe 3-5 hours a day?
IC
Name:Rakuida Keirl
Gender:Male
Age:13
Appearance: Rakuida has yellow-ish hair, a brown-tan trenchcoat, a headset used for the radio and talking to people, he has a vault-dweller jumpsuit on if you look at his legs, and has black boots.
Fears: Big things that are tough to kill, pitch black darkness while outside, and mutant noises.
Personality:Has a sense of humor, not shy, thrill-lover, mischevious, is the kind of guy thats hard to hate,nice,competetive, stuff like that, a nerdy mechanic with a love for guns and thrills you might say.
Occupation: Spy, or something that snipes or has stealth in it.
Skills: He is good with machines, stealthy, good with guns, a good sniper, kind of good with a melee weapon, is smart, and can make bullets easily.
Nickname (Optional): Rak
RP Example (Add Dialogue): Bandit leader: So, you thought you can kill me? HAH! You're pathetic.
Rakuida Keirl has been injured and is now on the ground bleeding.
Rakuida: No, I don't think I can kill you by myself, I'll admit that. But... I know something that can.
Bandit leader: Alright, then what is it? You are probaly going to throw a peice of trash at me!
Rakuida: Well... I'm not sure about that.
Rakuida smiles and picks up a peice of rubble and throws it onto a wall, right where the mine he set up is. Since he threw the rubble at the mine, it exploded, sending some of the walls down and trapping the Bandits in the cave.
Rakuida then gets up and dusts himself off and injects himself with a stimpack and bandages himself up, then, mutters to himself; "Time to move on to the nearest town."
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): So, I have been told that while I was a baby, my mom and dad died of the rads. But I don't care, atleast I'm alive, right? Ever since my mom and dad died, this caravan had took my in and pretty much taught me the ways of the wasteland. The caravan leader's son, Joey, and I where best friends, traveled from Pennsylvania to california together. So, I traveled with the caravan for 12 years until the caravan, and everyone apart of it, where murdered and died a horrible death. Though, I took my chances and stole supplies and ran away, though the sad thing was... was that Joey was shot in the head and killed, but I just took his caravan rifle and all of his bullets to it and kept going. So, ever since I ran, I have encountered mutants, raiders, crazy people, wild dogs, anything the wasteland had in store was there to greet me, it was a horrible, bloody greeting though. So, I have been traveling for 11 months now, on March third i'll be 14. My first year out in the waste was a peice of cake, hopefully it would still be cake until I'm 14.
(story and life linked with Zachary goldman, Arron syth)
OOC: (Just use dunstil)
IGN:0liver0
Age:16
Role-Play Exp.: Well, I had a lot of sc2 cortexing, done a couple of rp servers. Been rp-ing for maybe a year.
Why Us: I have been looking for a fallout rp server, the last one I looked at was turned into a steampunk server.
Time You Can Dedicate:2-4 hours a dayish.
IC Dunstil (titles could be added, used to be Teller Dunstil)
Name: Dunstil Brejik
Gender:Male
Age:21
Appearance:brown hair, blue eyes, tall.
Fears: Heights Spiders
Personality: sarcastic, jovial, joking,
Occupation: former merc writer/merchant
Skills: Good with a bow, merc discipline training, good mercantile
Nickname (Optional): Teller Dunstil
RP Example (Add Dialogue): I hear grunting from behind me,
"Oh good you're awake. nice to have company in this kind of situation"
-"Where the hell am I?"
"Try not to panic, you are tied to a chair, very likely to be executed here in a moment. Oh and don't look at the ground"
-"Its covered in blood! Did they kill someone?"
"no, I think its just animal blood trying to psyche us out. We are too valuable to kill"
-"why are we valuable, I'm just a traveler!'
"You must have seen something."
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Dunstil Grew up on a farm out in the wastelands. They didn't sell much of there goods and kept mostly to themselves, except for talking and trading with the Syths and the Goldmans. The three families grew very close, and as for trading it was more giving the other what they needed at the time. Being in almost constant contact with the Syths and Goldmans Dunstil grew up knowing Arron and Zach very closely. They always dreamed of getting out of this place, and going exploring. After growing to age of about 18 they went off, they ended up doing jobs for peopl.
Dunstil and his friends (Zachary and Arron) created a sort of mercenary group, they did jobs for anyone who would pay, but usually NCR. Eventually they were given a job to smoke out an enemy base...
"Ok, so whats the plan"asked Dunstil
-"We move in here, after Zach throws in a noise grenade into the other side." Said Arron
--"Alright, After that I meet up with you guys at the front, then we move in" Said Zachary
"Lets Go"
The plan went off without a hitch, until Zach was moving across the base to our side, the Enemy was expecting us! They shot at Zach, two hit his shoulder, but he managed to keep running. Arron and I thought he was simply slow and went in without him. After a bit of scouting we noticed they were waiting for us. We went back outside and saw Zach limping over to the entrance. He called out that they knew we were coming. Our group got out of there as fast as we could. After this ordeal We all went our separate ways I went into a merchant career, owning a shop in NCR. I think Arron went into contract killing, and I haven't heard much from Zach, but I know he is somewhere near NCR.
(this story intertwines with Mattaur(Zach) and WhiteBlades (Arron) as we all joined togather.
IGN: Pieman111
Age: 14
Role-Play Exp.: Dungeons and dragons roleplay servers and I'm active on this forums roleplay section.
Why Us: The perks and factions look amazing. Love roleplay servers and a fallout flavor sounds great.
Time You Can Dedicate: 1-2 hours a day.
IC
Name: Arron_Syth
Gender: Male
Age: 29
Appearance: Wears a brown bounty hunter duster with a old brown fadora. He keeps a unique holster on his waist that allows him to draw a bit faster then most. Eyes are a steely blue and has short blond hair.
Fears: Any mutated animals. Thinks they are freaks that were created from nightmares.
Personality: When he's not working he is all fun, Enjoys laughing and makes joke whenever he can. Trusts only his old freinds that served with him. He trys not to be attached to any women as it just gets in his line of work.
Occupation: *Bounty Hunter* Past work includes working in a merc group.
Skills: Well knows his way around a gun first of all. Knows how to skin an animal and survive in the wild. Also can do some very basic electrical repair.
Nickname (Optional): None.
RP Example (Add Dialogue): "Jesus Zack are you sure this is what the brass wants me to do?"
Arron bent over the map and started marking out the gang hideouts. He had cleaned out gang nests before but nothing on this scale.
"Yeah Arron. You're the man for the job"
Arron sighed. He knew he would need some serious firepower if he was going to clear em out. He decided he would go visit Dunst and go buy something with a bit more boom. He put on his hat and strode out the door. He had a job to do.
Back story (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Being raised in the wasteland hardened Arron. Hardened him to the point of where emotions were past him. His parents tried to give him a good childhood but they knew that these weren't the best times to raise children. At a young age he was tought how to fire a pistol and farm basic crops, As that was how his family made money in the wasteland. At 18 he left his family's farm and joined up with his childhood friends Dunst and Zachery to form a group that went around and did jobs for the NCR and other groups. Basically anyone who would pay up for their services.
Fast forward 5 years and Arron and his friends were given a massive job. To smoke out a large enemy base. Things went sideways and Zachery almost died in the ensuring battle. After that everyone went their separate ways and split of. For Arron the killing business was where he belonged. Going into a private killing business for himself but mostly taking jobs from the NCR. He stills keeps close ties with his friends and tries to just scrape out a living in the wasteland.
Mattaur and Oliver0's Apps are all entwined with eachother. As we all decided we wanted to play on this server as a group. We all have roughly the same backstory and our lore is shared.
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That's three mass invasions within the same bloody month! I mean, seriously! The UDTU is attacking now, Blue has a sleeper attack coming soon, and now an invasion by space pirates? What is this, Russia if every american-made FPS happened at once?! - MagicallyDwarven
That's three mass invasions within the same bloody month! I mean, seriously! The UDTU is attacking now, Blue has a sleeper attack coming soon, and now an invasion by space pirates? What is this, Russia if every american-made FPS happened at once?! - MagicallyDwarven
IGN: Hankfleck217
Age: 15
Role-Play Exp.: VERRYY GOOD! I love these kind of servers
Why Us: Ive been looking for the right server and i found this watched some videos! This is the right server for me i love RP!
Time You Can Dedicate: 1-5 hours a day!
IC
Name: Jason
Gender: Male
Age: 20
Appearance: Brown eyed 6ft tall, Crew cut brown hair wears stolen NCR ranger suit from a dead ranger.
Fears: Raiders attacking me and or legion
Personality: Kind, caring, protective, agile, skilled
Occupation: Surviving the wasteland trying to join a faction just recently been kicked from vault 101
Skills: Knows how to use guns. Can craft things very well and knows how to convince people. I like to barter and survive.
Nickname (Optional): Jay
RP Example (Add Dialogue)"Jason…" the girl moaned, her back arched against the stark white sheets of the vault bunk.
"Amata…" he moaned back, kissing her again. I slid one hand down beneath her unzipped vault suit and began to explore, feeling the softness of her breasts, and her taught abdomen. As I traveled lower still, she said my name again, this time more insistent. Demanding. The tone of her voice sounded out of place, and it was jarring enough to make me open my eyes.
"Wake up! Come on, wake up!" She said, shaking him.
I blinked rapidly, trying to adjust to the sudden brightness. I could hear an alarm somewhere, but due to my confused state of mind, it didn't really register.
Hands gripped his shoulders, shaking him again. A shape melted out of the brightness: The brunette from his dream, looking considerably less enthusiastic about being at his bunk. She said, "Come on, you've got to wake up!"
I grinned, still groggy. "How weird, I was just dreaming about you…"
"Don't be a smart-mouth! This is serious!"
I sat up and rubbed my eyes. I stared up at my almost-girlfriend, and took in a few details: red eyes, unkempt hair, and the look of hurried terror. Something was wrong. I'd never seen a look like that on anyone in the vault. She had the body language of a spring wound up to the breaking point. I rubbed My eyes again, trying to wipe the dream from my mind. It was proving difficult, but everything about her high-strung attitude was making it plain that sex was as far from her mind as it could possibly be.
She stamped her foot, and I tried to ignore the way her chest moved. "My father's men are looking for you!" she told Me, on the verge of tears, "They've already killed Jonas. You've got to get out of here!"
"What? Jonas is dead?" he stared, searching for the joke. There had to be a punchline somewhere… but then the sound of the alarms hit home, and everything changed. He sat up, suddenly wide awake. "What the hell is going on?"
"It's your dad. He's left the vault! My father thinks Jonas helped him escape, so he had his men…" She burst into tears, and he reached out to steady her. "My God, they killed him… They just beat him, and beat him, and wouldn't stop…"
"Oh my God..." I pulled her into a comforting embrace, My own thoughts racing at a mile a minute; Amata was crying. She didn't do that very often. Her tone seemed genuine enough to make it clear that something serious had happened. Then there was that alarm blaring in the background...
But i still didn't quite believe her. Alphonse Almodovar, her father, and Overseer of vault 101 was a strict man, but I couldn't imagine him ordering anyone's death, let alone Jonas Palmer, the vault's medical technician, and upstanding citizen… it just wouldn't happen.
Amata's cries had turned to quiet sobs, and she seemed to be calming down a little.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): ...... After Amata tells me that i must leave the vault. Its my duty to find my father. I shall do everything i can to find him. The only things i have is a standard issue pistol 3 stim packs some rad-away medx and as much food and water as i can carry. When i first saw the light outside i was instantly shocked. What use to be my hometown was now a barren wasteland. I remember being escorted out of the vault by security guards. Then kissing Amata telling her ill be back for her.... Main prioritys are Survive wasteland. Find Father. And come back for Amata. (PLEASE I BEG TO JOIN THIS SERVER!I worked very hard on the Dialogue sorry if it seems a little inapropriate theres more to it though!)
IGN: Hankfleck217
Age: 15
Role-Play Exp.: VERRYY GOOD! I love these kind of servers
Why Us: Ive been looking for the right server and i found this watched some videos! This is the right server for me i love RP!
Time You Can Dedicate: 1-5 hours a day!
IC
Name: Jason
Gender: Male
Age: 20
Appearance: Brown eyed 6ft tall, Crew cut brown hair wears stolen NCR ranger suit from a dead ranger.
Fears: Raiders attacking me and or legion
Personality: Kind, caring, protective, agile, skilled
Occupation: Surviving the wasteland trying to join a faction just recently been kicked from vault 101
Skills: Knows how to use guns. Can craft things very well and knows how to convince people. I like to barter and survive.
Nickname (Optional): Jay
RP Example (Add Dialogue)"Jason…" the girl moaned, her back arched against the stark white sheets of the vault bunk.
"Amata…" he moaned back, kissing her again. I slid one hand down beneath her unzipped vault suit and began to explore, feeling the softness of her breasts, and her taught abdomen. As I traveled lower still, she said my name again, this time more insistent. Demanding. The tone of her voice sounded out of place, and it was jarring enough to make me open my eyes.
"Wake up! Come on, wake up!" She said, shaking him.
I blinked rapidly, trying to adjust to the sudden brightness. I could hear an alarm somewhere, but due to my confused state of mind, it didn't really register.
Hands gripped his shoulders, shaking him again. A shape melted out of the brightness: The brunette from his dream, looking considerably less enthusiastic about being at his bunk. She said, "Come on, you've got to wake up!"
I grinned, still groggy. "How weird, I was just dreaming about you…"
"Don't be a smart-mouth! This is serious!"
I sat up and rubbed my eyes. I stared up at my almost-girlfriend, and took in a few details: red eyes, unkempt hair, and the look of hurried terror. Something was wrong. I'd never seen a look like that on anyone in the vault. She had the body language of a spring wound up to the breaking point. I rubbed My eyes again, trying to wipe the dream from my mind. It was proving difficult, but everything about her high-strung attitude was making it plain that sex was as far from her mind as it could possibly be.
She stamped her foot, and I tried to ignore the way her chest moved. "My father's men are looking for you!" she told Me, on the verge of tears, "They've already killed Jonas. You've got to get out of here!"
"What? Jonas is dead?" he stared, searching for the joke. There had to be a punchline somewhere… but then the sound of the alarms hit home, and everything changed. He sat up, suddenly wide awake. "What the hell is going on?"
"It's your dad. He's left the vault! My father thinks Jonas helped him escape, so he had his men…" She burst into tears, and he reached out to steady her. "My God, they killed him… They just beat him, and beat him, and wouldn't stop…"
"Oh my God..." I pulled her into a comforting embrace, My own thoughts racing at a mile a minute; Amata was crying. She didn't do that very often. Her tone seemed genuine enough to make it clear that something serious had happened. Then there was that alarm blaring in the background...
But i still didn't quite believe her. Alphonse Almodovar, her father, and Overseer of vault 101 was a strict man, but I couldn't imagine him ordering anyone's death, let alone Jonas Palmer, the vault's medical technician, and upstanding citizen… it just wouldn't happen.
Amata's cries had turned to quiet sobs, and she seemed to be calming down a little.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): ...... After Amata tells me that i must leave the vault. Its my duty to find my father. I shall do everything i can to find him. The only things i have is a standard issue pistol 3 stim packs some rad-away medx and as much food and water as i can carry. When i first saw the light outside i was instantly shocked. What use to be my hometown was now a barren wasteland. I remember being escorted out of the vault by security guards. Then kissing Amata telling her ill be back for her.... Main prioritys are Survive wasteland. Find Father. And come back for Amata. (PLEASE I BEG TO JOIN THIS SERVER!I worked very hard on the Dialogue sorry if it seems a little inapropriate theres more to it though!)
I like it but it is pretty much the vault escape in the game.
IGN:poas1
Age:17
Role-Play Exp.:Have played fallout for quiet sometime now.. Beat new vegas 4 times and fallout 3 numerous amounts of times... Both outstanding games to me ...
Why Us: fallout is just awesome been playing since the first game came out back in 1997, and minecraft + fallout? why not
Time You Can Dedicate: Weekdays 2-4 hours / Weekends 6-8 hours
IC
Name: amadeus
Gender: Male
Age: 21
RP Example:
stranger: "hey you there, stranger "
amadeus: slowly turn toward stranger " yes? can i help you with something"
stranger: "stranger, you shouldnt go there"
amadeus: "why is that?"
stranger: horrified look in his eyes " the legion, they came without warning, like a swarm of locus they came, in the darkness of the night"
stranger: "they killed all thoese who stood in their way, and the rest.... the rest are either dead or sent away as slaves"
amadeus " and you? how did you survive the attack?"
stranger: slowly look away in shame " i.. i was on guard that night, i saw them making camp getting ready for the attack. and i ran away "
amadeus: look at him angrily " why did you not warn the village? instead you ran away"
stranger: starts yelling " i coulnt do anything, even if i did, they outnumber us 10 to 1 and if i tired to clear out the village they would have known, and attack us right there and then and no one would have gotten out alive."
amadeus: " so to save your own skin, you let a whole village die"
stranger: stranger looks away in shame.
amadeus: " i'll go see if anyone is alive" walks toward the city
stranger: "....i....i think... you might need this more then i do" hands over ?power armor? : ) " good luck stranger"
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
Amadeus came from the infamous Vault 69 yes the vault which was populated by 1 man and 999 women, after years the woman of the vault grew lonely with out a mate, soon they went insane and came after the only male in the vault, but they did not know that he secretly had a child with the overseer of the vault which they kept hidden away, even if he is the only male in the whole vault he could not hold off 999 women so he and the overseer open the vault door and made a run for freedom, sadly they did not make it, but their child amadeus did.
This is just annoying. It says 1-2 paragraphs for a reason. The apps are flooded by a bunch of people writing 4 or 5 LINE backgrounds.This is just annoying. It says 1-2 paragraphs for a reason. The apps are flooded by a bunch of people writing 4 or 5 LINE backgrounds.
I still can't get over reliance on role-playing and gross inaccuracy's here. Please just make a selective power armor mod an replace the soviets with the chinese. Also the Enclave is the most high tech, not the brotherhood.
RP EXP: I've played Fallout for A LONG time now. I used to Role play in a minecraft server for my friends.
Why us: I think this is probaly the only well developed minecraft fallout role play servers
Time you can dedicate: I can dedicate the rest of this week. Though the other weeks Saturday and Sunday are the two days I will be on.
IC
Name: Aj
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Apperance: An old farmer pre war.
Fears: Anything bigger than him.
Peronality: Tough guy took down a legion raid party. That was before he was crippled and broke his leg.
Occupation: Farming for a small town. Used to help the ncr
Skills: Using an M1 Carbine from long distance.
Nickname: Aj_Britt
Rp Example: I was walking into the small town of Coleway when a legion raiding party came and killed the bartender. His name was Roger.
"You! Caeser I told you I killed the boys father!"
"Whats going on here!" Marshal Johnson the roughest Marshal in the mojave said."
"Marshal! You remember I killed ole young Aj's father months ago.
I overheard there conversation. Right before I could draw my colt and kill him Caeser did. I swore on my life that I would kill the ole *******. And soon enough I did.
BackStory: I grew up as a hand on my fathers farm. By age of ten I got my first buck knife. I've had it for a long time. See I was growing up in the Mojave Wasteland. I've always had to kill bark rad scorpions. One of the things that I hated most were the ghouls they always thought they could touch our crops! But later my dad vanished when I was only sixteen.
I've known in my heart he is still alive. I've been traveling the wasteland for months trying to find him. By age 24 I got info about where he was. Some folks saying he was joining the NCR. People have been talking about him like he was some sort of hero. Well ever since then I've been looking around the NCR camps for him...
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"You little babby man you so weak"
"Says the man wearing skinny pink underwear"
I still can't get over reliance on role-playing and gross inaccuracy's here. Please just make a selective power armor mod an replace the soviets with the chinese. Also the Enclave is the most high tech, not the brotherhood.
THank you thats what ive been saying but allmost every single fallout server does the samething
I still can't get over reliance on role-playing and gross inaccuracy's here. Please just make a selective power armor mod an replace the soviets with the chinese. Also the Enclave is the most high tech, not the brotherhood.
THank you thats what ive been saying but allmost every single fallout server does the samething
The Meaning of Life, the Universe, and Everything.
Join Date:
2/19/2012
Posts:
223
Minecraft:
FlameUponHerb
Member Details
OOC
IGN:FlameUponHerb
Age:20
Role-Play Exp.: I’ve play fallout 1, 2, 3 and new Vegas and also tactics many other RP game like the elder scrolls and final fantasy series
Why Us: Fallout is my most favorite game and I’ve been looking for a good fallout experience in minecraft also I see that this server is more organized and put to get not like some fallout servers that are sloppy and lazily put together, also I’m looking for a server to call home
Time You Can Dedicate: I can dedicate mostly the weekdays and weekend, mornings I’m usually busy.(collage)
IC
Name: Regis Delgado
Gender: male
Age: 23
Appearance: Tall, bulky figure who wears a Pitt Raider’s iconoclast armor with a Pip boy on his wrist when his helmet is off people who seen him say that there is a scar across his left cheek
Fears: Not complete his mother’s dying wish
Personality: A serious and direct person he doesn’t fools around because he know the harsh reality of the wastes, despite his upbringing he has a sense of righteousness thanks to his mother and father. if you asked a bartender about him they’d say that he sticks out, quiet and it looks like his mind is somewhere else as if he thinks about his life every time he comes in and sits down.
Occupation: He’s had quite a few jobs from Bodyguard to courier, farm hand to mercenary he’s never held a job for along it due to that’s he moves from town to town heading west occasionally joining faction for mutual benefits if they’re cause is right.
Skills: common energy weapons such as laser pistols and rifles etc. Few guns and expert in close combat
Farming and working a steel mill (mining and smelting)
Nickname (Optional): Regis
RP Example (Add Dialogue): The drifter walks the wastes’ heading to land that was once told to him. Over the hills piercing eyes stalk the drifter with mal intent, walking he comes up to a farm, a sign of relief overcomes him thinking that he’s found a place that he can work and rest for a while, as he get closer he notices that it’s too quiet, he looks around he see the animals are dead, and recent ashes from a fire that seem to be from the run down farm house he says to himself “There’s something wrong here” as he tries to pull out his laser pistol *BANG* *BANG* *BANG* Shots ring hitting the ground in front of the drifter kicking up dirt as quickly as the shots rang he runs for cover inside the barn . Raiders have set up an ambush and surrounded the drifter, coming out of the wood work of the farm house and nearby hill, the raider close in for the kill. Shaken the drifter reaches for his laser pistol only to find that it wasn’t there looking around to see it where the shots have hit the ground only having a combat knife he knows he’s no match , as the raiders close in one kicks his pistol to the side saying “OH you’ll won’t be needing that hahaha!” Another remarks “oh I can’t wait to see what this asshole got!” the drifter knowing every second counts he looks around to find another way out, until he sees a crate cracked open, he looks inside to find a hunting shotguns and shells, relived he loads the shotgun , As the raiders close in. he sees two of raiders walking right outside on the other side of the barn wall thinking fast the drifter shoots one of the raiders breaking through the wooden wall and tearing the raiders body apart , the drifter jumps through the hole that me made ,startling the raider that was with him, as the raider turns around quickly the drifter uses V.A.T.S. to target the raiders head blowing him away. The other raiders hearing the scream and cries of their friends they sprint into barn only to find that they’re prey wasn’t there , looming behind them a shadow in the doorway, one of the raiders turned around only to have the last thing he saw was the green eyes of the drifter’s filtration helmet as the raider fell the grown the other one started to turned around meanwhile the drifter readies to shoot *click* his shotgun was empty, The raider laughs and gets ready to kill but his gun jams due to poor condition , the drifter tosses his shot gun to the side and charges the raider with his knife “aaahhhhh” he yells . The raider franticly try’s to unjam his gun he looks up to find the drifter is in his face with his knife in dug into the raider’s chest. the drifter backs away he said to him “ may god have mercy upon you” he backs away and picks up his new found shotgun ,he thinks to himself “may god have mercy upon me” while he walks to get his laser pistol, so as quickly the drifter came he disappeared into the wasteland once again.
Backstory: Regis was born into slavery .His parents were captured by Slavers from the Pitt (Witch is an industrial raider town located in the remains of Pittsburgh), When the Regis’s father told the slavers the that his wife was pregnant they decided to give her special treatment (because kids are worth more) His father being a scientist from a vault somewhere in from the new England area, he cared for his mother while she was pregnant with him with his knowledge in medicine and other sciences. years pass and Regis is now a child, healthy witch was rare for a child born in the pitt thanks to his father witch he build a small water purifier for his family, his father’s expertise soon reach the ears of the leader of the pitt, Ishmael Ashur, he became interested in Regis and family his father a scientist and his mother a tribal. years pass and Regis is now a young man and his father is now working with Ashur to make a larger water purifier for the whole pitt settlement, his mother a tribal cared for Regis teaching him the ways of a warrior and stories or her ancestors and how they fought for their land and how they saved the world the one who called himself the master also about the land outside the Pitt as if she knew he would one days leave this wrenched place ,few years go by, and the announcement that the water purifier has been complete to the settlement this is a great day ,a month passes and life in the Pitt becomes more strict not knowing why Regis’s father tries to find out, soon he overhears that Ashur is building an army to go on a campaign to capture more slaves and resources, Regis’s father knowing what doom this will bring to surrounding wastelands, so he goes and sabotages the water filter and the ammo depot after he did this he was caught brought before Ashur and he was to be kill along with his family ,so they looked for Regis and his mother ,when they when to their house they’re house only to find the Regis’s mother was there hearing already what her husband had don’t she knew why they were here and she wasn’t going without a fight she killed the two guard but she received a fatal wound, Regis hearing the guards were looking for him and he ran home to find his mother wounded , she told what his father had done and the he should go and escape from here she told him of her homeland to the west
Her last words were “go to the west *chough* *chough*to the city of Arroyo speak to the elders they’ll………”
Enraged he goes out to look for his father and kill Ashur ,later that night he sneak into his compound from the lower level where they have the cells he finds his father dead he pick the lock so he can get to him Regis in despair falls to his knees and cries he feels that has failed sobbing on his fathers he see in his clothes are a bible and a broken laser pistol he takes them and he fixes the pistol and goes to have reckoning with Ashur he confronts him and tries to assassinate Ashur ,Regis fails but he escapes the pitt in the chaos never looking back only to head west now.
RP EXP: I have played RPG games like all assassins creed games, skyrim, fallout and fallout new vegas. And I love them all!
Why us: There aren't many RP fallout themed servers out there and this one look promising. The amount spent to build this server seems fair.
Time you can dedicate: on normal days about 6-8 hours, on weekends 10+ hours
IC
Name: Harlin Harisson
Gender: male
Age: 40
Apperance: White beard, eye patch, wanderer's robe and walks slow sometimes.
Fears: Anything that reminds him of his past
Peronality: good hearted, cocky against those who do not respect others, very calm, loving and brave.
Occupation: Wanders alone puzzling his memory back.
Skills: Very skilled when it comes to guns. He's also a good runner.
Nickname: N/A
Rp Example:
- hmmm, I had a flashback yesterday....
* What kind of flashback?
- It...It was a strange flashback and among everyone in the flashback, you were there...
* hmm, could it possibly be the massacre?
- *stops breathing for a moment* no... It... can't.. be....
BackStory: ( Listen to this song while reading. )
My name is Harlin... I was once a fighter, I was once a general and I was once an engineer, I was once a hero... Sadly, I could not remember much from those days before.
When I was at the bar with my friend, he told me that he kept having dreams. In all his dreams he was chased by 26 dogs. In each dreams there was exactly 26 dogs...
I told him he should see a psychologist.
We said goodbye to each other and I walked against my car.
I started my car and then decided to drive to the ocean. When I arrived, I stopped for a second and then.... I got a flashback.
A very strange flashback, me and 10 other men. In the flashback we walked against a ruined city and then everything went white.
I recognized some faces in that flashback.
I traveled to dubai to see my friends.
I asked my friends who fought with me during the war, if they remembered how it was, if they remembered anything with me to do.
They told me their stories and what they've seen.
On the way back home, I got another flashback, Then I started to remember... It was the most horribly time I have ever been through. I saw my house...blow up.. I saw my wife and my...my son flying up in the air along with our house... When I was 25, the war ended terribly wrong. One bomb made our world look like a scrapyard.
Turns out I was a great hero... Turns out I saved dozens of lives... How I dumped the wounded and the dead in the medic station. How they looked at me and thanked me.
What do I do now? I try my best to survive, I wander miles to find civilisation and to start a new life...
Role-Play Exp.: I have played on Lordram: Lost Souls, created entire cities on the God of Kings server, allout 1,2,3 and parts of New Vegas. All the Assassin's Creed games, etc... So I really like Role play anything, i even act in short films, and occasional Live Action Roleplay wars
Why Us: I love the Fallout games and loved Lordran (Even thugh for some reason I was deleted from the whitelist.) Also, I've been told very great reviews for this server
Time You Can Dedicate: Mon-Fri: 3:00-9:45, depending on if I work or not. Sat-Sun: 10am-10pm
IC
Name: Angeal
Gender:M
Age:27
RP Example: Why must I continue life, when there is nothing left to live for? I walk the world, day to day, surviving. My sister dead and gone, and my fiancee half way across the state. I find myself At night roaming the rooftops, staring at the ground, preparing to jump. But the thoughts Victoria saving me. I think of holding her in my arms, of kissing her lips and staying with her till eternity. So I will continue my quest to find her, no matter what the cost. It was my promise to her father to protect her, and an oath to myself. I must sleep, for I have land to cover in the day, before the ghouls roam again.
Day 678, Angeal
Backstory: I make my way back home after a day of work, extatic to finally be with my fiancee after 11 hours of work. I stress these strenuous hours to give Victoria and mine family a better life. I work in the factories, and the mines, and the stores, or anywhere that will give me money. Victoria and I plan on conceiving a child this night.I walk to the door and find chisel marks on the door near the handle. I take out my handgun and put my 5 years of military training to use. The door easily pushes open. none of the stuff in my house is moved, so it wasnt another random robbery. Whoever broke in, was here for a purpose. I walk into the bedroom and find myself walking into hell (hope me using that word is okay). The bed was shot and torn, the curtains burned. The carpet was stained with blood, but I do not know whose. Then I see my breaking point. The necklace I gave Victoria for our 7th year anniversary was broken around a note. it read:
If you want you precious Victoria back, come to the California Redwood State Park. We will be there everyday at 6:00pm to 7:00pm. We want gold, and lots of it. We want weapons also, with ammo. Come alone, or we kill her. But hurry, we will not wait forever.
I see a piece of her beautiful blue dress, and break down in tears. They, whoever "they" are, took my fiancee. No they stole my heart. Victoria was all I wanted in the world. And now she has been kidnapped. I wipe the tears from my eyes and wrap the torn shred of her dress around my hand, as a reminder. I grab all the essentials to venture out, and begin walking.
(That was just the plot as to how Victoria got away)
I was born in Winter Park, Florida. I trained with the Enclave and dropped out to begin my new life with my soon to be wife, Victoria. We moved to Pheonix, Arizona. My parents didnt approve of the swift move, but I went anyways. I have no idea if they still live or have died, since we have no contact.
RP EXP: I have played RPG games like all assassins creed games, skyrim, fallout and fallout new vegas. And I love them all!
Why us: There aren't many RP fallout themed servers out there and this one look promising. The amount spent to build this server seems fair.
Time you can dedicate: on normal days about 6-8 hours, on weekends 10+ hours
IC
Name: Harlin Harisson
Gender: male
Age: 40
Apperance: White beard, eye patch, wanderer's robe and walks slow sometimes.
Fears: Anything that reminds him of his past
Peronality: good hearted, cocky against those who do not respect others, very calm, loving and brave.
Occupation: Wanders alone puzzling his memory back.
Skills: Very skilled when it comes to guns. He's also a good runner.
Nickname: N/A
Rp Example:
- hmmm, I had a flashback yesterday....
* What kind of flashback?
- It...It was a strange flashback and among everyone in the flashback, you were there...
* hmm, could it possibly be the massacre?
- *stops breathing for a moment* no... It... can't.. be....
BackStory: ( Listen to this song while reading. )
My name is Harlin... I was once a fighter, I was once a general and I was once an engineer, I was once a hero... Sadly, I could not remember much from those days before.
When I was at the bar with my friend, he told me that he kept having dreams. In all his dreams he was chased by 26 dogs. In each dreams there was exactly 26 dogs...
I told him he should see a psychologist.
We said goodbye to each other and I walked against my car.
I started my car and then decided to drive to the ocean. When I arrived, I stopped for a second and then.... I got a flashback.
A very strange flashback, me and 10 other men. In the flashback we walked against a ruined city and then everything went white.
I recognized some faces in that flashback.
I traveled to dubai to see my friends.
I asked my friends who fought with me during the war, if they remembered how it was, if they remembered anything with me to do.
They told me their stories and what they've seen.
On the way back home, I got another flashback, Then I started to remember... It was the most horribly time I have ever been through. I saw my house...blow up.. I saw my wife and my...my son flying up in the air along with our house... When I was 25, the war ended terribly wrong. One bomb made our world look like a scrapyard.
Turns out I was a great hero... Turns out I saved dozens of lives... How I dumped the wounded and the dead in the medic station. How they looked at me and thanked me.
What do I do now? I try my best to survive, I wander miles to find civilisation and to start a new life...
Your app is VERY similar to the one for Lordran...
IGN: artcwolfman
Age: 14
Role-Play Exp.: 3 other RP servers
Why Us: i love the fallout series
Time You Can Dedicate:3-4 hours daily
IC
Name: Nikita Yakim
Gender: male
Age: 26
Appearance: muscular, sweet mustache, tanktop, cargo pants, and scraggly
Fears: explosives, hights
Personality: dumb, uses brute force, and has a cruel sense of humor
Occupation: Lumberjack
Skills:woodcutting, axes, and climbing things
Nickname (Optional):Nik
RP Example (Add Dialogue):Father-"Nik! You get your lazy, good for nuthin' butt out there and cut some trees!"
Nik-"Dad, I said I was just about to!"
Father-"You don't back talk me you little brat! Now get out there!"
Nik-*walks out**slams the door*
Father-"Watch it, boy. Theres a zombie somewhere in those woods today!"
Nik-*walks about a mile**starts chopping trees*
(20 minutes later)
Zombie-"baaauuuuuuhhhhh..."
Nik-"huh?"*turns around*
Zombie-*tries to bite Nik*
Nik-*splits it's head in two with his axe*
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):Nik was raised in the forest all his life, its all he knew. Since the forest is full of radiation, monsters and raider camps he really needs to watch his back.As he grew up on the farm he learned a few base rules.First, you are first. family and friends are after that. Second, trust no one. Ever! Finally, never give handouts. If people want something, they are welcome to go get it.
His father was a mean drunk. He would come home and terrorize Nik, his younger brother and mom. Nik hated his father. He always wished the worst for him, and one day he got it. Nik's mother slipped poison in his fathers whiskey one night. She had Nik hide his body. Nik will do anything for his family, but he needs to worry about himself sometimes too. He is too hasty putting himself before his family.
Now, he needs to help keep his cottage in the woods standing, keep himself and his family alive. Thats all.
Role-Play Exp.: Well I've been RPing for most of my livliehood... My friends and I own a server with heavy RP, and I play on an RP strict server and have been playing minecraft for a very long time and in that time, have developed Tremendous amounts of grammar skill!
Why Us: Your server seems that most dedicated, thought out, and most stable that I have ever seen! And fallout Has very much intriuged me for many years!
IC
Name: Luke Bennette
Gender: Male
Age:23
RP Example: Well I don't know exactly what to put but... I am a Brotherhood Paladin, and Former Veteran so I know my way around guns and technology... but Caps are also my specialty! I am a leader, not a follower, I'll be getting things done and I'll contribute to your cause.
Backstory: Well Luke Bennette's parents were... Well his father left when he was young and his god damn mother was a prostitute! so you can imagine the hell that Luke is put through every time his mother brings over some Squatter and expects him to call him Daddy! But one fateful day, a trader came one day when Luke was only 14. And like any Drug-abusing, oversexed, Theiving mother would do, sold her son (luke) to the trader! but the trader only wanted someone to help out caring his supplies, and he treated Luke quite well! But one day when he was about 17 years of age... The trader died and Luke lost his only family he had left... So he buried the trader and kept some of his supplies, and noticed a familiar symbol on his map. A two-headed bear, he had seen it on flags when passing strong-holds across the mojave but this symbol was above the map, and a little dotted line led to it. So once Luke reached his destination, he found the NCR, he was taken in by current commanding officer and became an NCR ranger. One day it all changed... His Squadron got attacked by some RadScorpions and all of them were dead, except for him. Someone stumbled upon Luke's dead body and brought him back to his home, a Brotherhood HQ. Where he was put back in good shape and learned the true power of Technology.
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IGN:Rakuida
Age: 13
Role-Play Exp.: I have played Fallout 3 (all of it's DLC's too), and new Vegas. I have RP'd on alot of MMO's, here are a few; WoW, SWTOR, LOTRO, MC rp servers (MC servers as in lord of the craft, Roleplay Revolution, etc..
Why Us: Because I love Fallout,and minecraft, and to put my 2 favorite video games into one would be awesome! Adding RP in it would be the best! Your server sounds like a nice, friendly server that would be fun to play on, too.
Time You Can Dedicate: It depends... maybe 3-5 hours a day?
IC
Name:Rakuida Keirl
Gender:Male
Age:13
Appearance: Rakuida has yellow-ish hair, a brown-tan trenchcoat, a headset used for the radio and talking to people, he has a vault-dweller jumpsuit on if you look at his legs, and has black boots.
Fears: Big things that are tough to kill, pitch black darkness while outside, and mutant noises.
Personality:Has a sense of humor, not shy, thrill-lover, mischevious, is the kind of guy thats hard to hate,nice,competetive, stuff like that, a nerdy mechanic with a love for guns and thrills you might say.
Occupation: Spy, or something that snipes or has stealth in it.
Skills: He is good with machines, stealthy, good with guns, a good sniper, kind of good with a melee weapon, is smart, and can make bullets easily.
Nickname (Optional): Rak
RP Example (Add Dialogue): Bandit leader: So, you thought you can kill me? HAH! You're pathetic.
Rakuida Keirl has been injured and is now on the ground bleeding.
Rakuida: No, I don't think I can kill you by myself, I'll admit that. But... I know something that can.
Bandit leader: Alright, then what is it? You are probaly going to throw a peice of trash at me!
Rakuida: Well... I'm not sure about that.
Rakuida smiles and picks up a peice of rubble and throws it onto a wall, right where the mine he set up is. Since he threw the rubble at the mine, it exploded, sending some of the walls down and trapping the Bandits in the cave.
Rakuida then gets up and dusts himself off and injects himself with a stimpack and bandages himself up, then, mutters to himself; "Time to move on to the nearest town."
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): So, I have been told that while I was a baby, my mom and dad died of the rads. But I don't care, atleast I'm alive, right? Ever since my mom and dad died, this caravan had took my in and pretty much taught me the ways of the wasteland. The caravan leader's son, Joey, and I where best friends, traveled from Pennsylvania to california together. So, I traveled with the caravan for 12 years until the caravan, and everyone apart of it, where murdered and died a horrible death. Though, I took my chances and stole supplies and ran away, though the sad thing was... was that Joey was shot in the head and killed, but I just took his caravan rifle and all of his bullets to it and kept going. So, ever since I ran, I have encountered mutants, raiders, crazy people, wild dogs, anything the wasteland had in store was there to greet me, it was a horrible, bloody greeting though. So, I have been traveling for 11 months now, on March third i'll be 14. My first year out in the waste was a peice of cake, hopefully it would still be cake until I'm 14.
OOC: (Just use dunstil)
IGN:0liver0
Age:16
Role-Play Exp.: Well, I had a lot of sc2 cortexing, done a couple of rp servers. Been rp-ing for maybe a year.
Why Us: I have been looking for a fallout rp server, the last one I looked at was turned into a steampunk server.
Time You Can Dedicate:2-4 hours a dayish.
IC Dunstil (titles could be added, used to be Teller Dunstil)
Name: Dunstil Brejik
Gender:Male
Age:21
Appearance:brown hair, blue eyes, tall.
Fears: Heights Spiders
Personality: sarcastic, jovial, joking,
Occupation: former merc writer/merchant
Skills: Good with a bow, merc discipline training, good mercantile
Nickname (Optional): Teller Dunstil
RP Example (Add Dialogue): I hear grunting from behind me,
"Oh good you're awake. nice to have company in this kind of situation"
-"Where the hell am I?"
"Try not to panic, you are tied to a chair, very likely to be executed here in a moment. Oh and don't look at the ground"
-"Its covered in blood! Did they kill someone?"
"no, I think its just animal blood trying to psyche us out. We are too valuable to kill"
-"why are we valuable, I'm just a traveler!'
"You must have seen something."
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Dunstil Grew up on a farm out in the wastelands. They didn't sell much of there goods and kept mostly to themselves, except for talking and trading with the Syths and the Goldmans. The three families grew very close, and as for trading it was more giving the other what they needed at the time. Being in almost constant contact with the Syths and Goldmans Dunstil grew up knowing Arron and Zach very closely. They always dreamed of getting out of this place, and going exploring. After growing to age of about 18 they went off, they ended up doing jobs for peopl.
Dunstil and his friends (Zachary and Arron) created a sort of mercenary group, they did jobs for anyone who would pay, but usually NCR. Eventually they were given a job to smoke out an enemy base...
"Ok, so whats the plan"asked Dunstil
-"We move in here, after Zach throws in a noise grenade into the other side." Said Arron
--"Alright, After that I meet up with you guys at the front, then we move in" Said Zachary
"Lets Go"
The plan went off without a hitch, until Zach was moving across the base to our side, the Enemy was expecting us! They shot at Zach, two hit his shoulder, but he managed to keep running. Arron and I thought he was simply slow and went in without him. After a bit of scouting we noticed they were waiting for us. We went back outside and saw Zach limping over to the entrance. He called out that they knew we were coming. Our group got out of there as fast as we could. After this ordeal We all went our separate ways I went into a merchant career, owning a shop in NCR. I think Arron went into contract killing, and I haven't heard much from Zach, but I know he is somewhere near NCR.
(this story intertwines with Mattaur(Zach) and WhiteBlades (Arron) as we all joined togather.
that leads to a mod page now. where do we pot our apps?
IGN: Pieman111
Age: 14
Role-Play Exp.: Dungeons and dragons roleplay servers and I'm active on this forums roleplay section.
Why Us: The perks and factions look amazing. Love roleplay servers and a fallout flavor sounds great.
Time You Can Dedicate: 1-2 hours a day.
IC
Name: Arron_Syth
Gender: Male
Age: 29
Appearance: Wears a brown bounty hunter duster with a old brown fadora. He keeps a unique holster on his waist that allows him to draw a bit faster then most. Eyes are a steely blue and has short blond hair.
Fears: Any mutated animals. Thinks they are freaks that were created from nightmares.
Personality: When he's not working he is all fun, Enjoys laughing and makes joke whenever he can. Trusts only his old freinds that served with him. He trys not to be attached to any women as it just gets in his line of work.
Occupation: *Bounty Hunter* Past work includes working in a merc group.
Skills: Well knows his way around a gun first of all. Knows how to skin an animal and survive in the wild. Also can do some very basic electrical repair.
Nickname (Optional): None.
RP Example (Add Dialogue): "Jesus Zack are you sure this is what the brass wants me to do?"
Arron bent over the map and started marking out the gang hideouts. He had cleaned out gang nests before but nothing on this scale.
"Yeah Arron. You're the man for the job"
Arron sighed. He knew he would need some serious firepower if he was going to clear em out. He decided he would go visit Dunst and go buy something with a bit more boom. He put on his hat and strode out the door. He had a job to do.
Back story (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Being raised in the wasteland hardened Arron. Hardened him to the point of where emotions were past him. His parents tried to give him a good childhood but they knew that these weren't the best times to raise children. At a young age he was tought how to fire a pistol and farm basic crops, As that was how his family made money in the wasteland. At 18 he left his family's farm and joined up with his childhood friends Dunst and Zachery to form a group that went around and did jobs for the NCR and other groups. Basically anyone who would pay up for their services.
Fast forward 5 years and Arron and his friends were given a massive job. To smoke out a large enemy base. Things went sideways and Zachery almost died in the ensuring battle. After that everyone went their separate ways and split of. For Arron the killing business was where he belonged. Going into a private killing business for himself but mostly taking jobs from the NCR. He stills keeps close ties with his friends and tries to just scrape out a living in the wasteland.
Mattaur and Oliver0's Apps are all entwined with eachother. As we all decided we wanted to play on this server as a group. We all have roughly the same backstory and our lore is shared.
The link doesn't work for me.. :3
Age: 15
Role-Play Exp.: VERRYY GOOD! I love these kind of servers
Why Us: Ive been looking for the right server and i found this watched some videos! This is the right server for me i love RP!
Time You Can Dedicate: 1-5 hours a day!
IC
Name: Jason
Gender: Male
Age: 20
Appearance: Brown eyed 6ft tall, Crew cut brown hair wears stolen NCR ranger suit from a dead ranger.
Fears: Raiders attacking me and or legion
Personality: Kind, caring, protective, agile, skilled
Occupation: Surviving the wasteland trying to join a faction just recently been kicked from vault 101
Skills: Knows how to use guns. Can craft things very well and knows how to convince people. I like to barter and survive.
Nickname (Optional): Jay
RP Example (Add Dialogue)"Jason…" the girl moaned, her back arched against the stark white sheets of the vault bunk.
"Amata…" he moaned back, kissing her again. I slid one hand down beneath her unzipped vault suit and began to explore, feeling the softness of her breasts, and her taught abdomen. As I traveled lower still, she said my name again, this time more insistent. Demanding. The tone of her voice sounded out of place, and it was jarring enough to make me open my eyes.
"Wake up! Come on, wake up!" She said, shaking him.
I blinked rapidly, trying to adjust to the sudden brightness. I could hear an alarm somewhere, but due to my confused state of mind, it didn't really register.
Hands gripped his shoulders, shaking him again. A shape melted out of the brightness: The brunette from his dream, looking considerably less enthusiastic about being at his bunk. She said, "Come on, you've got to wake up!"
I grinned, still groggy. "How weird, I was just dreaming about you…"
"Don't be a smart-mouth! This is serious!"
I sat up and rubbed my eyes. I stared up at my almost-girlfriend, and took in a few details: red eyes, unkempt hair, and the look of hurried terror. Something was wrong. I'd never seen a look like that on anyone in the vault. She had the body language of a spring wound up to the breaking point. I rubbed My eyes again, trying to wipe the dream from my mind. It was proving difficult, but everything about her high-strung attitude was making it plain that sex was as far from her mind as it could possibly be.
She stamped her foot, and I tried to ignore the way her chest moved. "My father's men are looking for you!" she told Me, on the verge of tears, "They've already killed Jonas. You've got to get out of here!"
"What? Jonas is dead?" he stared, searching for the joke. There had to be a punchline somewhere… but then the sound of the alarms hit home, and everything changed. He sat up, suddenly wide awake. "What the hell is going on?"
"It's your dad. He's left the vault! My father thinks Jonas helped him escape, so he had his men…" She burst into tears, and he reached out to steady her. "My God, they killed him… They just beat him, and beat him, and wouldn't stop…"
"Oh my God..." I pulled her into a comforting embrace, My own thoughts racing at a mile a minute; Amata was crying. She didn't do that very often. Her tone seemed genuine enough to make it clear that something serious had happened. Then there was that alarm blaring in the background...
But i still didn't quite believe her. Alphonse Almodovar, her father, and Overseer of vault 101 was a strict man, but I couldn't imagine him ordering anyone's death, let alone Jonas Palmer, the vault's medical technician, and upstanding citizen… it just wouldn't happen.
Amata's cries had turned to quiet sobs, and she seemed to be calming down a little.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): ...... After Amata tells me that i must leave the vault. Its my duty to find my father. I shall do everything i can to find him. The only things i have is a standard issue pistol 3 stim packs some rad-away medx and as much food and water as i can carry. When i first saw the light outside i was instantly shocked. What use to be my hometown was now a barren wasteland. I remember being escorted out of the vault by security guards. Then kissing Amata telling her ill be back for her.... Main prioritys are Survive wasteland. Find Father. And come back for Amata. (PLEASE I BEG TO JOIN THIS SERVER!I worked very hard on the Dialogue sorry if it seems a little inapropriate theres more to it though!)
I like it but it is pretty much the vault escape in the game.
IGN:poas1
Age:17
Role-Play Exp.:Have played fallout for quiet sometime now.. Beat new vegas 4 times and fallout 3 numerous amounts of times... Both outstanding games to me ...
Why Us: fallout is just awesome been playing since the first game came out back in 1997, and minecraft + fallout? why not
Time You Can Dedicate: Weekdays 2-4 hours / Weekends 6-8 hours
IC
Name: amadeus
Gender: Male
Age: 21
RP Example:
stranger: "hey you there, stranger "
amadeus: slowly turn toward stranger " yes? can i help you with something"
stranger: "stranger, you shouldnt go there"
amadeus: "why is that?"
stranger: horrified look in his eyes " the legion, they came without warning, like a swarm of locus they came, in the darkness of the night"
stranger: "they killed all thoese who stood in their way, and the rest.... the rest are either dead or sent away as slaves"
amadeus " and you? how did you survive the attack?"
stranger: slowly look away in shame " i.. i was on guard that night, i saw them making camp getting ready for the attack. and i ran away "
amadeus: look at him angrily " why did you not warn the village? instead you ran away"
stranger: starts yelling " i coulnt do anything, even if i did, they outnumber us 10 to 1 and if i tired to clear out the village they would have known, and attack us right there and then and no one would have gotten out alive."
amadeus: " so to save your own skin, you let a whole village die"
stranger: stranger looks away in shame.
amadeus: " i'll go see if anyone is alive" walks toward the city
stranger: "....i....i think... you might need this more then i do" hands over ?power armor? : ) " good luck stranger"
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
Amadeus came from the infamous Vault 69 yes the vault which was populated by 1 man and 999 women, after years the woman of the vault grew lonely with out a mate, soon they went insane and came after the only male in the vault, but they did not know that he secretly had a child with the overseer of the vault which they kept hidden away, even if he is the only male in the whole vault he could not hold off 999 women so he and the overseer open the vault door and made a run for freedom, sadly they did not make it, but their child amadeus did.
the link doesnt work
Soaring in Hoenn
Ign: AngelaBritt
Age: 18
RP EXP: I've played Fallout for A LONG time now. I used to Role play in a minecraft server for my friends.
Why us: I think this is probaly the only well developed minecraft fallout role play servers
Time you can dedicate: I can dedicate the rest of this week. Though the other weeks Saturday and Sunday are the two days I will be on.
IC
Name: Aj
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Apperance: An old farmer pre war.
Fears: Anything bigger than him.
Peronality: Tough guy took down a legion raid party. That was before he was crippled and broke his leg.
Occupation: Farming for a small town. Used to help the ncr
Skills: Using an M1 Carbine from long distance.
Nickname: Aj_Britt
Rp Example: I was walking into the small town of Coleway when a legion raiding party came and killed the bartender. His name was Roger.
"You! Caeser I told you I killed the boys father!"
"Whats going on here!" Marshal Johnson the roughest Marshal in the mojave said."
"Marshal! You remember I killed ole young Aj's father months ago.
I overheard there conversation. Right before I could draw my colt and kill him Caeser did. I swore on my life that I would kill the ole *******. And soon enough I did.
BackStory: I grew up as a hand on my fathers farm. By age of ten I got my first buck knife. I've had it for a long time. See I was growing up in the Mojave Wasteland. I've always had to kill bark rad scorpions. One of the things that I hated most were the ghouls they always thought they could touch our crops! But later my dad vanished when I was only sixteen.
I've known in my heart he is still alive. I've been traveling the wasteland for months trying to find him. By age 24 I got info about where he was. Some folks saying he was joining the NCR. People have been talking about him like he was some sort of hero. Well ever since then I've been looking around the NCR camps for him...
"Says the man wearing skinny pink underwear"
THank you thats what ive been saying but allmost every single fallout server does the samething
THank you thats what ive been saying but allmost every single fallout server does the samething
IGN:FlameUponHerb
Age:20
Role-Play Exp.: I’ve play fallout 1, 2, 3 and new Vegas and also tactics many other RP game like the elder scrolls and final fantasy series
Why Us: Fallout is my most favorite game and I’ve been looking for a good fallout experience in minecraft also I see that this server is more organized and put to get not like some fallout servers that are sloppy and lazily put together, also I’m looking for a server to call home
Time You Can Dedicate: I can dedicate mostly the weekdays and weekend, mornings I’m usually busy.(collage)
IC
Name: Regis Delgado
Gender: male
Age: 23
Appearance: Tall, bulky figure who wears a Pitt Raider’s iconoclast armor with a Pip boy on his wrist when his helmet is off people who seen him say that there is a scar across his left cheek
Fears: Not complete his mother’s dying wish
Personality: A serious and direct person he doesn’t fools around because he know the harsh reality of the wastes, despite his upbringing he has a sense of righteousness thanks to his mother and father. if you asked a bartender about him they’d say that he sticks out, quiet and it looks like his mind is somewhere else as if he thinks about his life every time he comes in and sits down.
Occupation: He’s had quite a few jobs from Bodyguard to courier, farm hand to mercenary he’s never held a job for along it due to that’s he moves from town to town heading west occasionally joining faction for mutual benefits if they’re cause is right.
Skills: common energy weapons such as laser pistols and rifles etc. Few guns and expert in close combat
Farming and working a steel mill (mining and smelting)
Nickname (Optional): Regis
RP Example (Add Dialogue): The drifter walks the wastes’ heading to land that was once told to him. Over the hills piercing eyes stalk the drifter with mal intent, walking he comes up to a farm, a sign of relief overcomes him thinking that he’s found a place that he can work and rest for a while, as he get closer he notices that it’s too quiet, he looks around he see the animals are dead, and recent ashes from a fire that seem to be from the run down farm house he says to himself “There’s something wrong here” as he tries to pull out his laser pistol *BANG* *BANG* *BANG* Shots ring hitting the ground in front of the drifter kicking up dirt as quickly as the shots rang he runs for cover inside the barn . Raiders have set up an ambush and surrounded the drifter, coming out of the wood work of the farm house and nearby hill, the raider close in for the kill. Shaken the drifter reaches for his laser pistol only to find that it wasn’t there looking around to see it where the shots have hit the ground only having a combat knife he knows he’s no match , as the raiders close in one kicks his pistol to the side saying “OH you’ll won’t be needing that hahaha!” Another remarks “oh I can’t wait to see what this asshole got!” the drifter knowing every second counts he looks around to find another way out, until he sees a crate cracked open, he looks inside to find a hunting shotguns and shells, relived he loads the shotgun , As the raiders close in. he sees two of raiders walking right outside on the other side of the barn wall thinking fast the drifter shoots one of the raiders breaking through the wooden wall and tearing the raiders body apart , the drifter jumps through the hole that me made ,startling the raider that was with him, as the raider turns around quickly the drifter uses V.A.T.S. to target the raiders head blowing him away. The other raiders hearing the scream and cries of their friends they sprint into barn only to find that they’re prey wasn’t there , looming behind them a shadow in the doorway, one of the raiders turned around only to have the last thing he saw was the green eyes of the drifter’s filtration helmet as the raider fell the grown the other one started to turned around meanwhile the drifter readies to shoot *click* his shotgun was empty, The raider laughs and gets ready to kill but his gun jams due to poor condition , the drifter tosses his shot gun to the side and charges the raider with his knife “aaahhhhh” he yells . The raider franticly try’s to unjam his gun he looks up to find the drifter is in his face with his knife in dug into the raider’s chest. the drifter backs away he said to him “ may god have mercy upon you” he backs away and picks up his new found shotgun ,he thinks to himself “may god have mercy upon me” while he walks to get his laser pistol, so as quickly the drifter came he disappeared into the wasteland once again.
Backstory: Regis was born into slavery .His parents were captured by Slavers from the Pitt (Witch is an industrial raider town located in the remains of Pittsburgh), When the Regis’s father told the slavers the that his wife was pregnant they decided to give her special treatment (because kids are worth more) His father being a scientist from a vault somewhere in from the new England area, he cared for his mother while she was pregnant with him with his knowledge in medicine and other sciences. years pass and Regis is now a child, healthy witch was rare for a child born in the pitt thanks to his father witch he build a small water purifier for his family, his father’s expertise soon reach the ears of the leader of the pitt, Ishmael Ashur, he became interested in Regis and family his father a scientist and his mother a tribal. years pass and Regis is now a young man and his father is now working with Ashur to make a larger water purifier for the whole pitt settlement, his mother a tribal cared for Regis teaching him the ways of a warrior and stories or her ancestors and how they fought for their land and how they saved the world the one who called himself the master also about the land outside the Pitt as if she knew he would one days leave this wrenched place ,few years go by, and the announcement that the water purifier has been complete to the settlement this is a great day ,a month passes and life in the Pitt becomes more strict not knowing why Regis’s father tries to find out, soon he overhears that Ashur is building an army to go on a campaign to capture more slaves and resources, Regis’s father knowing what doom this will bring to surrounding wastelands, so he goes and sabotages the water filter and the ammo depot after he did this he was caught brought before Ashur and he was to be kill along with his family ,so they looked for Regis and his mother ,when they when to their house they’re house only to find the Regis’s mother was there hearing already what her husband had don’t she knew why they were here and she wasn’t going without a fight she killed the two guard but she received a fatal wound, Regis hearing the guards were looking for him and he ran home to find his mother wounded , she told what his father had done and the he should go and escape from here she told him of her homeland to the west
Her last words were “go to the west *chough* *chough*to the city of Arroyo speak to the elders they’ll………”
Enraged he goes out to look for his father and kill Ashur ,later that night he sneak into his compound from the lower level where they have the cells he finds his father dead he pick the lock so he can get to him Regis in despair falls to his knees and cries he feels that has failed sobbing on his fathers he see in his clothes are a bible and a broken laser pistol he takes them and he fixes the pistol and goes to have reckoning with Ashur he confronts him and tries to assassinate Ashur ,Regis fails but he escapes the pitt in the chaos never looking back only to head west now.
Ign: zammie
Age: 17
RP EXP: I have played RPG games like all assassins creed games, skyrim, fallout and fallout new vegas. And I love them all!
Why us: There aren't many RP fallout themed servers out there and this one look promising. The amount spent to build this server seems fair.
Time you can dedicate: on normal days about 6-8 hours, on weekends 10+ hours
IC
Name: Harlin Harisson
Gender: male
Age: 40
Apperance: White beard, eye patch, wanderer's robe and walks slow sometimes.
Fears: Anything that reminds him of his past
Peronality: good hearted, cocky against those who do not respect others, very calm, loving and brave.
Occupation: Wanders alone puzzling his memory back.
Skills: Very skilled when it comes to guns. He's also a good runner.
Nickname: N/A
Rp Example:
- hmmm, I had a flashback yesterday....
* What kind of flashback?
- It...It was a strange flashback and among everyone in the flashback, you were there...
* hmm, could it possibly be the massacre?
- *stops breathing for a moment* no... It... can't.. be....
BackStory: ( Listen to this song while reading. )
My name is Harlin... I was once a fighter, I was once a general and I was once an engineer, I was once a hero... Sadly, I could not remember much from those days before.
When I was at the bar with my friend, he told me that he kept having dreams. In all his dreams he was chased by 26 dogs. In each dreams there was exactly 26 dogs...
I told him he should see a psychologist.
We said goodbye to each other and I walked against my car.
I started my car and then decided to drive to the ocean. When I arrived, I stopped for a second and then.... I got a flashback.
A very strange flashback, me and 10 other men. In the flashback we walked against a ruined city and then everything went white.
I recognized some faces in that flashback.
I traveled to dubai to see my friends.
I asked my friends who fought with me during the war, if they remembered how it was, if they remembered anything with me to do.
They told me their stories and what they've seen.
On the way back home, I got another flashback, Then I started to remember... It was the most horribly time I have ever been through. I saw my house...blow up.. I saw my wife and my...my son flying up in the air along with our house... When I was 25, the war ended terribly wrong. One bomb made our world look like a scrapyard.
Turns out I was a great hero... Turns out I saved dozens of lives... How I dumped the wounded and the dead in the medic station. How they looked at me and thanked me.
What do I do now? I try my best to survive, I wander miles to find civilisation and to start a new life...
IGN: Tris1995
Age:17
Role-Play Exp.: I have played on Lordram: Lost Souls, created entire cities on the God of Kings server, allout 1,2,3 and parts of New Vegas. All the Assassin's Creed games, etc... So I really like Role play anything, i even act in short films, and occasional Live Action Roleplay wars
Why Us: I love the Fallout games and loved Lordran (Even thugh for some reason I was deleted from the whitelist.) Also, I've been told very great reviews for this server
Time You Can Dedicate: Mon-Fri: 3:00-9:45, depending on if I work or not. Sat-Sun: 10am-10pm
IC
Name: Angeal
Gender:M
Age:27
RP Example: Why must I continue life, when there is nothing left to live for? I walk the world, day to day, surviving. My sister dead and gone, and my fiancee half way across the state. I find myself At night roaming the rooftops, staring at the ground, preparing to jump. But the thoughts Victoria saving me. I think of holding her in my arms, of kissing her lips and staying with her till eternity. So I will continue my quest to find her, no matter what the cost. It was my promise to her father to protect her, and an oath to myself. I must sleep, for I have land to cover in the day, before the ghouls roam again.
Day 678, Angeal
Backstory: I make my way back home after a day of work, extatic to finally be with my fiancee after 11 hours of work. I stress these strenuous hours to give Victoria and mine family a better life. I work in the factories, and the mines, and the stores, or anywhere that will give me money. Victoria and I plan on conceiving a child this night.I walk to the door and find chisel marks on the door near the handle. I take out my handgun and put my 5 years of military training to use. The door easily pushes open. none of the stuff in my house is moved, so it wasnt another random robbery. Whoever broke in, was here for a purpose. I walk into the bedroom and find myself walking into hell (hope me using that word is okay). The bed was shot and torn, the curtains burned. The carpet was stained with blood, but I do not know whose. Then I see my breaking point. The necklace I gave Victoria for our 7th year anniversary was broken around a note. it read:
If you want you precious Victoria back, come to the California Redwood State Park. We will be there everyday at 6:00pm to 7:00pm. We want gold, and lots of it. We want weapons also, with ammo. Come alone, or we kill her. But hurry, we will not wait forever.
I see a piece of her beautiful blue dress, and break down in tears. They, whoever "they" are, took my fiancee. No they stole my heart. Victoria was all I wanted in the world. And now she has been kidnapped. I wipe the tears from my eyes and wrap the torn shred of her dress around my hand, as a reminder. I grab all the essentials to venture out, and begin walking.
(That was just the plot as to how Victoria got away)
I was born in Winter Park, Florida. I trained with the Enclave and dropped out to begin my new life with my soon to be wife, Victoria. We moved to Pheonix, Arizona. My parents didnt approve of the swift move, but I went anyways. I have no idea if they still live or have died, since we have no contact.
Your app is VERY similar to the one for Lordran...
what about mine?
IGN: artcwolfman
Age: 14
Role-Play Exp.: 3 other RP servers
Why Us: i love the fallout series
Time You Can Dedicate:3-4 hours daily
IC
Name: Nikita Yakim
Gender: male
Age: 26
Appearance: muscular, sweet mustache, tanktop, cargo pants, and scraggly
Fears: explosives, hights
Personality: dumb, uses brute force, and has a cruel sense of humor
Occupation: Lumberjack
Skills:woodcutting, axes, and climbing things
Nickname (Optional):Nik
RP Example (Add Dialogue):Father-"Nik! You get your lazy, good for nuthin' butt out there and cut some trees!"
Nik-"Dad, I said I was just about to!"
Father-"You don't back talk me you little brat! Now get out there!"
Nik-*walks out**slams the door*
Father-"Watch it, boy. Theres a zombie somewhere in those woods today!"
Nik-*walks about a mile**starts chopping trees*
(20 minutes later)
Zombie-"baaauuuuuuhhhhh..."
Nik-"huh?"*turns around*
Zombie-*tries to bite Nik*
Nik-*splits it's head in two with his axe*
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):Nik was raised in the forest all his life, its all he knew. Since the forest is full of radiation, monsters and raider camps he really needs to watch his back.As he grew up on the farm he learned a few base rules.First, you are first. family and friends are after that. Second, trust no one. Ever! Finally, never give handouts. If people want something, they are welcome to go get it.
His father was a mean drunk. He would come home and terrorize Nik, his younger brother and mom. Nik hated his father. He always wished the worst for him, and one day he got it. Nik's mother slipped poison in his fathers whiskey one night. She had Nik hide his body. Nik will do anything for his family, but he needs to worry about himself sometimes too. He is too hasty putting himself before his family.
Now, he needs to help keep his cottage in the woods standing, keep himself and his family alive. Thats all.
IGN:Lukee77
Age:14
Role-Play Exp.: Well I've been RPing for most of my livliehood... My friends and I own a server with heavy RP, and I play on an RP strict server and have been playing minecraft for a very long time and in that time, have developed Tremendous amounts of grammar skill!
Why Us: Your server seems that most dedicated, thought out, and most stable that I have ever seen! And fallout Has very much intriuged me for many years!
IC
Name: Luke Bennette
Gender: Male
Age:23
RP Example: Well I don't know exactly what to put but... I am a Brotherhood Paladin, and Former Veteran so I know my way around guns and technology... but Caps are also my specialty! I am a leader, not a follower, I'll be getting things done and I'll contribute to your cause.
Backstory: Well Luke Bennette's parents were... Well his father left when he was young and his god damn mother was a prostitute! so you can imagine the hell that Luke is put through every time his mother brings over some Squatter and expects him to call him Daddy! But one fateful day, a trader came one day when Luke was only 14. And like any Drug-abusing, oversexed, Theiving mother would do, sold her son (luke) to the trader! but the trader only wanted someone to help out caring his supplies, and he treated Luke quite well! But one day when he was about 17 years of age... The trader died and Luke lost his only family he had left... So he buried the trader and kept some of his supplies, and noticed a familiar symbol on his map. A two-headed bear, he had seen it on flags when passing strong-holds across the mojave but this symbol was above the map, and a little dotted line led to it. So once Luke reached his destination, he found the NCR, he was taken in by current commanding officer and became an NCR ranger. One day it all changed... His Squadron got attacked by some RadScorpions and all of them were dead, except for him. Someone stumbled upon Luke's dead body and brought him back to his home, a Brotherhood HQ. Where he was put back in good shape and learned the true power of Technology.