IGN: Justin1311
Age: 14
Role-Play Exp.: I have tried doing some serious role-playing in Garry's Mod before, I think.
Why Us: A Fallout RP in Minecraft seems really fun, and since have added guns that makes it better.
Time You Can Dedicate: A few hours a day.
IC
Name: Justin
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Appearance: Has medium length brown hair. He has a full beard, it is not very long, it is a regular full beard. He wears ordinary wasteland clothing.
Fears: Mirelurks and Deathclaws.
Personality: He is a pretty good guy, unless you try and mess with him, then you better watch out. He loves regular guns, and he dislikes explosives and energy weapons.
Occupation: Scavenger and Mercenary, though being a mercenary depends on who is hiring him, he usually won't work for someone he doesn't like.
Skills: He is good at using guns, as well as melee weapons.
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue): Justin walks into the local general store after a long day of scavenging. He looks around, he doesn't see much in the store, just some ammunition, a few guns, some food and water. He walks up to the trader and asks him if he is looking to buy. "Depends on what you have to sell me", says the trader. Justin pulls a few things out of a medium sized cloth bag, a couple of knives, and old baseball cap, and a couple of books. "Do you have any use for these?" Justin said to the trader, as he showed him the items that were in the bag. "Sure, I'll give you 50 caps for those two knives, that baseball cap, and those two books, how does that sound?" "That sounds good to me," said Justin. THe trader counted out 50 caps and handed them to Justin. "Have a good day," said the trader. "The same to you," said Justin, and he walked out of the store.
Backstory
Justin was a former resident of Vault 101, he managed to escape. He doesn't like to be stuck in a place like that, not able to explore, or really do anything, and he wanted to leave. He escaped when he heard the Overseer was looking for some guy in the Vault, the guy they were looking for, killed a lot of the security team, and there was a rad roach infestation that day, so it was easy to escape unnoticed. Whoever they were looking for escaped, and they didn't really notice when Justin escaped. He started to walk around the wasteland, he found a camp while he was walking around. He saw a few people sitting around it, they were wearing some strange looking armor. He walked up to them to say hello. When they noticed him, two of them pulled out knives, Justin could tell that they were looking for trouble, and pulled out his own knife. He saw that the third one had a pistol, but they went to grab a sledgehammer, with a smile on their face. The first two of his enemies were easy to kill, they were not trained in the use of melee weapons at all from what he could see, the the third one was holding his sledgehammer when Justin ran up to him, the raider was surprised to see Justin kill the two people, and then run at him. Justin ran up to him, stabbed him, and watched him fall to the ground. Justin took his pistol, and all the ammunition he had, and found more ammunition at their camp, as well as some food and water. Those were the first raiders he met, and he killed them, in defense of himself.
Why Us: I love the concept, and I have experienced the Fallout games.
Time You Can Dedicate: This week: 9:00 AM - 4:00 PM Other weeks: 5:00 PM - 7:00 PM (EST)
IC
Name: Yuri
Gender: Male
Age: 36
Appearance: Big & Bulky, Scratched up, Black hair, Russian
Fears: Believe it or not: Insects.
Personality: Evil, Outcast, Killer
Occupation: Mercenary
Skills: Strength, Endurance, Intimidation
Nickname: "Butch"
RP Example: Butch moves through the streets, striking fear into everyone who dared look at him. Butch finds the house he was looking for, a metal shack with bars on the windows and door locked from the inside: someone was hiding. Butch kicks the door open and enters the shack.
"You're a wanted man, Jeremy!" Butch yells in a taunting voice. A voice yells back:
"Please, I don't want to die! I haven't eaten in days! I have a wife and kids!"
"I was paid, you will die..."
A figure runs at Butch, wielding a nailboard. Butch shoots him down with his .44, picks him up, and drags his body down the road. "Shouldn't have done that, Jeremy..."
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
Yuri was born and raised inside a vault, until, at a young age, the people of his vault left and went out into the Wasteland. After that, his childhood was full of misery and despair. His mother was killed by raiders and his father by Fire Ants. He developed a fear of Insects because of his father's death. At age 15, he went away from all civilization for several years, living on his own. Some Soviets found him and were interested in how he survived. They took him to a U.S.S.R base to train him.
Yuri eventually became a mercenary. He found it fun how he was allowed to injure or kill people without trouble. The amount of money he earned off of a kill made him love his job. He missed his family greatly, but his sorrow subsided from killing. He killed quite easily and loved the feeling. Yuri quickly became a hardened killer. The U.S.S.R had made a monster.
IGN: Zzaarr
Age: 27
Role-Play Exp.: About 13 years
Why Us: You guys seem like you've got things down together, love the buildings you've done.
Time You Can Dedicate: If the server is good I will spend 1-2 hrs a day.
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Name: Jeremiah Redmond
Gender: M
Age: 19
Appearance: Scruffy, skinny, thick brown hair reaching slighly past ears.
Fears: Hunger & Heights
Personality: Friendly, Easygoing, Preachy, Religious
Occupation: Gypsy / Travel Journalist
Skills: Jack-of-all-trades, light weapons man, manual labourer
Nickname (Optional): Jerry
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
"Oi Jerry! Get down!" Sally yelled from behind me.
"Raiders!" Brandon said with disgust as he looked toward the East.
Brandon, Sally and I were separated from the main convoy, moving a few clicks ahead to scout out for dangers that might befall the main party.
"What idiots," I thought to myself, "Sending us out to look for dangers in where? The Great Wasteland."
"They're gone." Sally and Brandon said almost at the same time.
We picked ourselves up from the sand we were lying on and continued on our journey in search of, heaven knows what.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
Jeremiah Redmond. 19 years of age. Jerry was born to a John and Lynda Richmond, a family in a larger group of gypsies, wandering up, down and across the continent. Jeremiah or Jerry as everyone now calls him was named so because somewhere up the line, a great grandfather or a grand uncle had that name.
You see the Redmonds were from a little farming town and were spared the destruction. Jerry's grandpa was a Reverend in that small community and had been preaching warnings of death and destruction from above but most townsfolk did not pay any attention.
Most of Jerry's religious background is all mixed up with the wisdom of being a gypsy and wandering the Great Wasteland.
"Maybe I'll find a sign somewhere in this damned place." He says to himself looking far in into the horizon as the sun sets.
IGN: brownwidow
Age: 15, 16 in Nov.
Role-Play Exp.: 4 or 5 other servers, ranging from Wild West to Modern City
Why Us: I have tried other post-apocalyptic Rp servers, but they died out after a short time, this one seems like it will go strong for a while, or at least longer than the others.
Time You Can Dedicate: anywhere from 4 to 8 hours weekdays, 8-20 hours weekends, normally.
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Name: Brown Jhones
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Appearance: Hispanic, green shirt, brown hoodie, sometimes hooded, mostly not. Blue-grey jeans
Fears: Losing everything I have worked hard to achieve
Personality: Wanting to be peaceful, but can be aggressive when the line has been drawn and passed.
Occupation: Whatever needs done.
Skills: Bartending, advanced first aid
Nickname (Optional): Brown
RP Example (Add Dialogue): *I am walking into work, at the local pub, for my shift at the bar, as I turn around the corner, I see a fight is taking place outside* “Alright, your ganna give me what you have, or I’m ganna take it from you, understand?” Barks the largest of the 3 bandits, probably the one in charge. “Help, please HELP!” Cries the woman who they are harassing. “Say, walk on out of here, before I call my boys in the Bar to take you on outta here. Got it?” I say, and on cue, 3 other employees walk out, one holding a pistol. “Boys, lets scram, this b*tch isn’t worth our time” Sais the one in charge, and they all run down an alleyway, safe from harm. “Thank You!” cries the woman, now standing up to her feet. “I thought I was dead for sure! Thank you!” I then bid her off, and get to my shift. Luckily, there were no other incidents that day.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs
My name is Brown Jhones, I was born in South Dakota, near Mt. Rushmore, and was raised there on a farm. When I turned 18, Mom got sick of flue, and died. Dad went from the Whisky a year later. I took care of the farm, until I was 20. Then, when the rains stopped, and the crops dried up, I killed the Brahmin I had, cooked up the beef, packed my things, and left. For a year, I wandered. Then I found a hermit, who was ill. He was a Doctor, so he instructed me what to do to heal him back. 6 months later, I found myself learning under him. He died later that year, of natural old age.
I packed up, and wandered yet again. I stumbled across a small town, and took up the bar there. Tending wasn’t too bad. We got all the caps we needed, yet it still did not last long. After a few months of this new life, the town caught fire, burning almost everything. I stayed for 2 days after the fire, and then had to leave. The bandits were coming in, and I suspect that it was no unintended fire. I walked, yet again, and finally, came across what other had called “The Mid-day sun, in the Mojave’s Night. New Vegas. Here is where my past ends, and my future begins.
(There was no cue as to what to put at the bottom of the App to show you read the rules, so here is an * to show I did read them)
IGN:DJDILDAWG
AGE:13
Role Player EXP: I spend a lot of time playing rp i have been main person before
Why Us: I like Rp and I love Fallout together make Amazing!
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Gender:M
Rp: A dog scavenging through the waste trying to find faction to be loyal to.
Backstory:A dog named Tanner that was in the legion was abandoned after Hoover Dam. Now this Canine is wandering in the waste looking for an place to call home. He is neutral for he has no home but attacks legionarys because memory of getting beaten by them. Once he finds a home he will be loyal to every member of the faction and will risk his life for them.They recently started making power armor and weapons for dogs in the waste and with that equipment will be the best dog in the whole wasteland.(ps. Got idea from Rex)
IGN: irondeath79
Age: 12
Role-Play Exp.: Multiple servers.
Why Us: Great explanation and proof of a great server!
Time You Can Dedicate: Times may vary. (Mostly alot though)
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Name: Ryan [No last name know]
Gender: male
Age: 18
Appearance: brown hair, blue eyes
Fears: Death
Personality: Well humored, friendly, mesterious
Occupation: N/A
Skills: Climbing, hunting, running, etc
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue): Cop: Your under arrest! You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say or do will be held against you!
Me: What!?!?! What have I done wrong?
Cop: Dont play stupid! You murdered that boy!
Me: What boy?
Cop; Just.... Shut up! Come with me!
Me: W- what? No please!
Cop: *Handcuffs him and throws into police car*
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Ryan was born in a barn to unknown parents. His father died before he was born and his mom died at birth. About a day later after birth, an old farmer found him. He raised him until he was 15. At that point the farmer was very old and sick. He died on December 20th. Since then Ryan has been on the move, trying to master combat and agility. His dream is to join the Brotherhood of Steel and become a soldier! Now, 3 years later, he continues on the move; going from town to town, trying to make enough money to buy some food.
Role-Play Exp.: Not very much but I understand the concept's and rules of RP.
Why Us: I've heard this server is very good, I also really like the idea of having a post apocalyptic themed server, I've played on Medieval fantasy themed servers and it just wasn't as fun.
Time You Can Dedicate: I can dedicate week days from 3:00pm to about 9:00pm – 10:00pm Est Standard, And weekends practically all day from about 10:00pm to 12:00pm Est Standard time's.
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Name: Karson L'xero (Not sure of last name is necessary but whatever
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Appearance: Tall, scrawny, long strawberry blonde hair. Both hands replaced with robotic hands (You'll understand in the RP Example)
Fears: Ghoul's & people with extreme mental conditions.
Personality: Bright personality, Yet quiet at the same time. Is easily annoyed by loud obnoxious people. Smart but not though, sensitive
Occupation: Novice Gunsmith, Part time messenger
Skills: Great Marksmanship, Quick hands, Smart
Nickname (Optional): Prefers to be called by his everyday name Karson
RP Example (Add Dialogue): *** NCR Occupied town ***
*NCR tax collector knocks on door*
*Karson open's door* Karson: Hello
Tax collector: “Karson is it..?”
Karson: “Depends who asking?”
Tax collector: “The NCR now come on and pay up you owe 277 caps this month”
Karson:”Hows that possible... No way in hell am I paying that much I've just moved here”
Tax collector:”Pay now or suffer the consequences”
Karson: (Blandly unaware punishment is the axe) “What ever Ill take the lash's or what ever it is just do it soon I've got work to do”
*Karson follows NCR tax collector to the block were a man with a searing hot hatchet is standing*
Karson yell's:”WHATS THIS! Whats he going to do to me.. y you you cant do this I was unaware of the consequences, Its not far HELP!”
Tax collector: “Shut up and take it, it'll be over soon!”
*Karson is tied down in front of some town's people and his hands are sliced of without warning*
Karson screams: ARRRGGGHHHHHhhhhh *Pass's out*
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Karson was still in diapers when his parents were brutally murdered by a wandering mad man. He was then taken to live with his godparent Micheal. Micheal raised him with a beer bottle in hand constantly drunk, Karson had to be very independent and learned things either the hard way or by himself. When Karson was 15 he took an interest to mechanics and machine's. Specifically small robotic items and guns. He learned everything he could on his own and then expanded off his own knowledge.
At 18 He took up the occupancy of a gunsmith, A pretty novice one at that. As soon as he had enough money to travel to a new town protected by the NCR he was out of his godparent Micheals home in a heartbeat. He soon found a suitable town after wandering for a few weeks. He set up shop in a small booth were he slept and lived as well as worked. A few days after moving to town a tax collector came to the door and asked for 277 caps. There was no way he could have payed so he accepted punishment by the axe. His hands were sliced off without warning or any knowledge of the punishment for not paying tax's. The mayor of the town immediately found out about this and felt bad. In apology he some how acquired 2 pieces of technology from the BoS (Most likely stolen from them). 2 amazing robotic hands of some of the highest quality.
Karson is now continuing on with life being able to do the same things a person with real hands could do, Except slightly better.
When I read the rules I didnt see anything really to “Put this so we know you read them” things like that?
I got my own skin post apocalyptic style dont worry I just needed my long blonde hair and robot hands
The Meaning of Life, the Universe, and Everything.
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Posts:
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GUYS JOIN ANOTHER FALLOUT SERVER THIS ONE IS CLOSED IF THERE ARE ALOT OUT THERE IF UR INTERESTED JOIN WILD WASTELAND THE BETA WILL COME OUT AT THE END OF THE MONTH
P.S. WE HAVE GUNZ AND OTHER CUSTOM ITEMS :3
IGN:Fraglebobl
Age:13
Role-Play Exp.: I have played MANY RPG GAMES invluding fallout 3/vegas and skyrim the list goes on.
Why Us: Saw you in a top ten list and I love RP servers and fallout
Time You Can Dedicate:alot of time, I hardly get of my computer
IC
Name:Saargul
Gender:Male
Age:20
Appearance:Wears ragged clothes, blonde ( OOC:later on he will have better skin)
Fears: He fears losing his friends
Personality: He doesn't trust easy and when he does make a friend he really likes them. He acts the part of a trusting person often but always has suspicions. He has a habit of cursing in bad situations.
Occupation: Wandering Adventurer
Skills: Acting, Fighting, relatively good thief but never really steals.
Nickname (Optional): rarely gives his name out to strangers and often goes by Josh
RP Example (Add Dialogue): As I walked through the crashed cars along the road I saw someone in the distance. I quickly hid as they may be a raider, and I may as well not **** off a raider and his pals. As the person approached I saw that he was a trader and seemed frightened. I walked up and said "Greetings stranger are you alright, would look freaked out". He replied with a nod and asked " Could you protect me on my way to Vegas, I could pay you ". I answered with " Sure but really I would do it for some equipment as you seem to be a trader" He agreed and we walked the road till we got to Vegas.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):I was born in a vault full of lunatics. The fear of the war had caused them to go mad and look to god, and when he did not answer they came up with some load of crap about "Nortaal the Lord of Life". Some asshole drove them all to believe in it at some point or another. I think it was just the rads. Saargul is the worst name I have come across, but they believed I was some "son of god" like a freakin' irradiated Jesus. I of course thought it was B.S. but went along cause I wasn't gonna mess with a bunch of crazy ass lunatics. At some point raiders came and killed em' all. I was scared as hell ,but those raiders took me in and treated me fine. At some point of course there was a rebellion among them and I was pretty much the only one left. I took all the crap and went to a town. Started a new life for a while as just a 15 year old kid. Sold most of the stuff except the good gear I thought I might use. I sort of protected the town from then on, and at some point I left seeking adventure among the wasteland. Hell, I shoulda just stayed there , but I felt a callin'. I felt I should explore and try to make something from this piece of crap world and my piece of crap life. Now I'm 20, and relatively happy in my new adventuring business.
IGN:ZombD Age:13 Role-PlayExp.:Don't laugh...but I am pretty good at Dungeons and Dragons! I have played on a few other RPG Minecraft servers, but I have yet to find a server for me. Also I am very good at story making. Often in English we would get to write out page long stories and my teacher sees my ability to think of a story on the spot. I am very good at writing post-disaster stories. WhyUs:I love to roleplay, but like I said I have not found a suitable server for me. On the other hand, this server looks very promising. TimeYouCanDedicate:Monday-Thursday 5pm-9pm. Friday 6pm-11pm. No set time on Sat. and Sun.
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Name:Miles Zomb Gender:Male Age:17 Appearance:Very tone. Brown hair. Hazel eyes. 6ft. Fears:Not being able to take care of my self. Personality:Quiet, often in thought. Not much of a social life. Never interested in women. Occupation:Not set. Mostly goes around town finding old machine parts and making tools and weapons. Skills:Very good at making useful machines out of useless parts. Nickname(Optional):Zomb RP Example(AddDialogue):
Dave: Ug... *Cough*
Soviet1: Are you going to give us the information!?
Dave:*Cough* Over my dead body, communist scum. *Spits on soviet*
Soviet1:*Brings back his fist*
Soviet2: Vlad give him a break.
Soviet1: Oh! Are you going soft brother. *Hits soviet2*
* Back wall explodes open and a group of the Brotherhood burst in. Soviet1 and 2 fall to the ground*
Brotherhood:Private! Let's get outa here! The transport is waiting outside! Backstory(1-2[b]LONG[/b] paragraphs):Metalvale, the coldest, darkest, place in the world. It used to be a large area compromised of many factories and warehouses. Now it is our home. We don't grow crops, or raise cattle. We just make machines or other useful things out of what was left here and sell it to the roamers. Me, well im Miles, Miles Zomb. Yes I know It,s a strange last name but deal with it. Anyway, my family the Zombs were killed in an explosion at one of the old factories. Turns out they thought it would be a good idea to fiddle with a generator. Obviously not. Since they died three years ago I've been actualy doing very well. I just walk around town and look for things that i can make into tools or guns. I do so well because I am the only one that can actualy make a gum without killing themselves. But my dream is to leave this god forsaken town and make a living with a group of the Brotherhood.
IGN:ZombD Age:13 Role-PlayExp.:Don't laugh...but I am pretty good at Dungeons and Dragons! I have played on a few other RPG Minecraft servers, but I have yet to find a server for me. Also I am very good at story making. Often in English we would get to write out page long stories and my teacher sees my ability to think of a story on the spot. I am very good at writing post-disaster stories. WhyUs:I love to roleplay, but like I said I have not found a suitable server for me. On the other hand, this server looks very promising. TimeYouCanDedicate:Monday-Thursday 5pm-9pm. Friday 6pm-11pm. No set time on Sat. and Sun.
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Name:Miles Zomb Gender:Male Age:17 Appearance:Very tone. Brown hair. Hazel eyes. 6ft. Fears:Not being able to take care of my self. Personality:Quiet, often in thought. Not much of a social life. Never interested in women. Occupation:Not set. Mostly goes around town finding old machine parts and making tools and weapons. Skills:Very good at making useful machines out of useless parts. Nickname(Optional):Zomb RP Example(AddDialogue):
Dave: Ug... *Cough*
Soviet1: Are you going to give us the information!?
Dave:*Cough* Over my dead body, communist scum. *Spits on soviet*
Soviet1:*Brings back his fist*
Soviet2: Vlad give him a break.
Soviet1: Oh! Are you going soft brother. *Hits soviet2*
* Back wall explodes open and a group of the Brotherhood burst in. Soviet1 and 2 fall to the ground*
Brotherhood:Private! Let's get outa here! The transport is waiting outside! Backstory(1-2[b]LONG[/b] paragraphs):Metalvale, the coldest, darkest, place in the world. It used to be a large area compromised of many factories and warehouses. Now it is our home. We don't grow crops, or raise cattle. We just make machines or other useful things out of what was left here and sell it to the roamers. Me, well im Miles, Miles Zomb. Yes I know It,s a strange last name but deal with it. Anyway, my family the Zombs were killed in an explosion at one of the old factories. Turns out they thought it would be a good idea to fiddle with a generator. Obviously not. Since they died three years ago I've been actualy doing very well. I just walk around town and look for things that i can make into tools or guns. I do so well because I am the only one that can actualy make a gum without killing themselves. But my dream is to leave this god forsaken town and make a living with a group of the Brotherhood.
IGN: ZAWMBEEHSLAR Age: 13 Role-PlayExp.: An OK amount . WhyUs: I have been experimenting with different types of servers and I think i hit the jackpot coming here. TimeYouCanDedicate: at least 2 hours
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Name: Shepherd Gender:Male Age: 21 Appearance: An average appearance, not too skinny, but not too strong. Blonde hair, and serious blue/hazel eyes. Fears: ghouls Personality: A joyful person to be around but can become very serious at an instance Occupation: Courier Skills:Mining, farming, Nickname: Red RP Example(AddDialogue):
"Jon! Get down!" I cry.
We both leap to the ground as the explosion goes off and sends us flying.
"Ughhh, are you okay?" Jon says in pain.
"Yeah, I'm fine, nothing too serious. Lets get out of here. They'll be getting reinforcements," I say.
"Way ahead of you."
We both stumble to our feet and run before they notice were even gone.
Backstory(1-2[b]LONG[/b] paragraphs):My name is Shepherd Mcrrahn. I had a difficult time growing up. My father and mother died when I was sixteen so I packed up what I had and left. I've been wandering since. I grew up in a small family who owned a small part of land. We would try best we could to keep ourselves alive but once the crops didnt grow anymore things didn't go so well. I then looked to get some work and ended up being a courier. After coming back from a job one day I came back to what was left of my hometown. Everyone I knew, dead. Since then i've been wandering since looking for who killed everyone Who felt dear to me and would get rid of anyone who got in my way.
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Guys why are you still applying? The server is dead. If you want to join another Fallout rp server, join Fallout: Wild Wasteland. We are the real, good legacy of "Fallout:WNC"!
IGN:Knotts1997
Age:16
Role-Play Exp.:I have played Mojave Craft RolePlay My own server used to be a Roleplay a year ago i changed it recently
Why Us:you guys have the most going for you and i want to be here when you guys are at the top
Time You Can Dedicate:I can dedicate any amount of time that im not grounded hanging with chicks or any further(almost 24/7)
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Name:John Knotts
Gender:Male
Age:28
Appearance:Caucasian, 6 foot 5 inches, Beetles hair
Fears:Ghouls
Personality:Humorous, Easy going, easy to get along with, social, hard worker
Occupation:
Skills:Amazing Builder, Good with Redstone, good PVP, Excellent miner, Social
Nickname (Optional):Dark Knight
RP Example (Add Dialogue):i am a good Bargainer(sells man) i can take a broken pistol and make a knife, i can take a broken shack and make a Livable Small Home
Backstory (1-2 [b]LONG[/b] paragraphs): Born As a Leader It comes Natural to John, born to one Brotherhood Parent(Dad) and NCR Mother,although both dropped out to be together and ran away to bad after Little John was born they were killed by Raiders for there caps, but somehow by fate they missed little john. John he was destined for Revenge and so he did the locals Nicknamed him the Dark Knight because he came out of now where to attack the un-noble(evilish) Raiders and succeeded and his actions were considered Noble, yet they know not of the Revenge in his head
IGN: Jadee52
Age:15
Rp Exp: Moderately Low
Why us: Fallout and Minecraft Smp put together so well and so organized. Who else would I go to for that?
Time you can dedicate: At least an hour a day
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Name: James "Jimmy" Schmidt
Gender: Male
Age: 27
Appereance: Thin and Wirey with Black Hair, a scrub-type beard and glasses
Fears: Lts of people,Heights and impending death
Personality: Joker, Clumsy, Secretive
Occupation: Store Manager
Skills: Pickpocketing, Hacking, Lockpicking
Nickname: Jimmy
RP Ex: Gangster:"Ready to get your body splattered into a million pieces?!" Me:"I'll be ready when I am. And that isn't today!"
Backstory:I came from a small encampment that was ransacked by escaped prisoners of the NCR. All traces of my family are gone and were destroyed in the ransack. I ran away to New Vegas only to become broke and more homeless than before. I went where the road took me. I found a settlement and took a job at the Hardware Store eventually becoming the owner.
IGN:Jarjab2
Age:14
Role-Play Exp.:i play a little larp ( not the dressed in like medeval outfits but like large scale airsoft events.)
Why Us:Minecraft and fallout are good together
Time You Can Dedicate:4:00 to 10:00 Middle School
IC
Name:Shae
Gender:M
Age:22
RP Example: Looking for my girlfreind vanessa, who was taken by cesars legion
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Shae grew up in nipton with his parents, they werent rich but made a good living, enough to keep shae in good health but also not to much to make him used to luxury. It was there he met vanesa, and when they grew up they were very close. when they turned 18, they were the same age, they were the same age. they started dating, and planned to get married, but it was all ruined by ceasers legion. Vanessa was running erands at the time. accross town, the legion captured her instead of killing her ( who knows what sick things they will do?), and he had no choice but to run. Shae made it away succesfully, and is now searching for a way to find her again.
IGN: Darkazor
Age: 18
Role-Play Exp.: Valhalla, Hanta, Project Eden..
Why Us: Its fallout, bruh!
Time You Can Dedicate: Whenever I can give time
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Name: Jeff Baws
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Appearance: Wears a suit, with red tie. Is white.
Fears: Snakes, dying
Personality: Self-kept, until among friends, then is opened up. Has a devious passion for music
Occupation: Gunsmith
Skills: Great at building and maintaining weapons, was a technician for some time, so redstone circuitry is a skill he has
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue): *Jeff scours the garbage bins, piles of debris, and ruined buildings in search of music discs. His entire passion was music, ever since he could remember hearing his first record. He hears a can falling over, and jerks his head up.* "Hello? Who's there?" *After several minutes of nothing, he begins digging again. Some shuffles are now heard. He jumps back, and begins backing up.* "Alright, show yourse-" The crackle of a rifle is heard, and his shoulder jumps back, his entire arm now stinging, before going limp.* "What the hell?! Im an unarmed man!" *The raiders step out* "Now, sonny. You really think you can just run away? No, you leave the raiders when you die!" *They shot again, ending his life.*
Backstory (1-2 [b]LONG[/b] paragraphs):
Jeff was born to a former prostitute mother, and a former raider dad. He was raised in the ruins, his parents attempting to make his life the best it could be, despite the situations around them. When he was 5, his mom had found a music disc out while scavenging. This was the first time he'd ever heard music, aside from his mother's lullabies, in her cracked, hoarse voice. He enjoyed it. Every day since then before he'd sleep, he would listen to that same record, over and over.
When he was 12, his mother found another music disc. He liked this one better. When he was 13, his home got raided. He figured it was because the music was too loud and they heard it. His parents were shot, and he was kidnapped, and raised with the raiders. At 23, he ran away from the group, in search of these music discs his parents owned, and many others. He'd learned to survive from the raiders. He learned to thrive off of nothing. He was also forced to cannibalize live victims of the raiders to "Toughen him up". Jeff hated the lifestyle and wanted to get away. He was always on the watch for the raiders he'd abandoned, knowing they had also set out, instead in search of his blood. They wanted him dead.
IGN: Justin1311
Age: 14
Role-Play Exp.: I have tried doing some serious role-playing in Garry's Mod before, I think.
Why Us: A Fallout RP in Minecraft seems really fun, and since have added guns that makes it better.
Time You Can Dedicate: A few hours a day.
IC
Name: Justin
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Appearance: Has medium length brown hair. He has a full beard, it is not very long, it is a regular full beard. He wears ordinary wasteland clothing.
Fears: Mirelurks and Deathclaws.
Personality: He is a pretty good guy, unless you try and mess with him, then you better watch out. He loves regular guns, and he dislikes explosives and energy weapons.
Occupation: Scavenger and Mercenary, though being a mercenary depends on who is hiring him, he usually won't work for someone he doesn't like.
Skills: He is good at using guns, as well as melee weapons.
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue): Justin walks into the local general store after a long day of scavenging. He looks around, he doesn't see much in the store, just some ammunition, a few guns, some food and water. He walks up to the trader and asks him if he is looking to buy. "Depends on what you have to sell me", says the trader. Justin pulls a few things out of a medium sized cloth bag, a couple of knives, and old baseball cap, and a couple of books. "Do you have any use for these?" Justin said to the trader, as he showed him the items that were in the bag. "Sure, I'll give you 50 caps for those two knives, that baseball cap, and those two books, how does that sound?" "That sounds good to me," said Justin. THe trader counted out 50 caps and handed them to Justin. "Have a good day," said the trader. "The same to you," said Justin, and he walked out of the store.
Backstory
Justin was a former resident of Vault 101, he managed to escape. He doesn't like to be stuck in a place like that, not able to explore, or really do anything, and he wanted to leave. He escaped when he heard the Overseer was looking for some guy in the Vault, the guy they were looking for, killed a lot of the security team, and there was a rad roach infestation that day, so it was easy to escape unnoticed. Whoever they were looking for escaped, and they didn't really notice when Justin escaped. He started to walk around the wasteland, he found a camp while he was walking around. He saw a few people sitting around it, they were wearing some strange looking armor. He walked up to them to say hello. When they noticed him, two of them pulled out knives, Justin could tell that they were looking for trouble, and pulled out his own knife. He saw that the third one had a pistol, but they went to grab a sledgehammer, with a smile on their face. The first two of his enemies were easy to kill, they were not trained in the use of melee weapons at all from what he could see, the the third one was holding his sledgehammer when Justin ran up to him, the raider was surprised to see Justin kill the two people, and then run at him. Justin ran up to him, stabbed him, and watched him fall to the ground. Justin took his pistol, and all the ammunition he had, and found more ammunition at their camp, as well as some food and water. Those were the first raiders he met, and he killed them, in defense of himself.
IGN: irongiant6
Age: 15
Role-Play Exp.: Very much
Why Us: I love the concept, and I have experienced the Fallout games.
Time You Can Dedicate: This week: 9:00 AM - 4:00 PM Other weeks: 5:00 PM - 7:00 PM (EST)
IC
Name: Yuri
Gender: Male
Age: 36
Appearance: Big & Bulky, Scratched up, Black hair, Russian
Fears: Believe it or not: Insects.
Personality: Evil, Outcast, Killer
Occupation: Mercenary
Skills: Strength, Endurance, Intimidation
Nickname: "Butch"
RP Example: Butch moves through the streets, striking fear into everyone who dared look at him. Butch finds the house he was looking for, a metal shack with bars on the windows and door locked from the inside: someone was hiding. Butch kicks the door open and enters the shack.
"You're a wanted man, Jeremy!" Butch yells in a taunting voice. A voice yells back:
"Please, I don't want to die! I haven't eaten in days! I have a wife and kids!"
"I was paid, you will die..."
A figure runs at Butch, wielding a nailboard. Butch shoots him down with his .44, picks him up, and drags his body down the road.
"Shouldn't have done that, Jeremy..."
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
Yuri was born and raised inside a vault, until, at a young age, the people of his vault left and went out into the Wasteland. After that, his childhood was full of misery and despair. His mother was killed by raiders and his father by Fire Ants. He developed a fear of Insects because of his father's death. At age 15, he went away from all civilization for several years, living on his own. Some Soviets found him and were interested in how he survived. They took him to a U.S.S.R base to train him.
Yuri eventually became a mercenary. He found it fun how he was allowed to injure or kill people without trouble. The amount of money he earned off of a kill made him love his job. He missed his family greatly, but his sorrow subsided from killing. He killed quite easily and loved the feeling. Yuri quickly became a hardened killer. The U.S.S.R had made a monster.
IGN: Zzaarr
Age: 27
Role-Play Exp.: About 13 years
Why Us: You guys seem like you've got things down together, love the buildings you've done.
Time You Can Dedicate: If the server is good I will spend 1-2 hrs a day.
IC
Name: Jeremiah Redmond
Gender: M
Age: 19
Appearance: Scruffy, skinny, thick brown hair reaching slighly past ears.
Fears: Hunger & Heights
Personality: Friendly, Easygoing, Preachy, Religious
Occupation: Gypsy / Travel Journalist
Skills: Jack-of-all-trades, light weapons man, manual labourer
Nickname (Optional): Jerry
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
"Oi Jerry! Get down!" Sally yelled from behind me.
"Raiders!" Brandon said with disgust as he looked toward the East.
Brandon, Sally and I were separated from the main convoy, moving a few clicks ahead to scout out for dangers that might befall the main party.
"What idiots," I thought to myself, "Sending us out to look for dangers in where? The Great Wasteland."
"They're gone." Sally and Brandon said almost at the same time.
We picked ourselves up from the sand we were lying on and continued on our journey in search of, heaven knows what.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
Jeremiah Redmond. 19 years of age. Jerry was born to a John and Lynda Richmond, a family in a larger group of gypsies, wandering up, down and across the continent. Jeremiah or Jerry as everyone now calls him was named so because somewhere up the line, a great grandfather or a grand uncle had that name.
You see the Redmonds were from a little farming town and were spared the destruction. Jerry's grandpa was a Reverend in that small community and had been preaching warnings of death and destruction from above but most townsfolk did not pay any attention.
Most of Jerry's religious background is all mixed up with the wisdom of being a gypsy and wandering the Great Wasteland.
"Maybe I'll find a sign somewhere in this damned place." He says to himself looking far in into the horizon as the sun sets.
IGN: brownwidow
Age: 15, 16 in Nov.
Role-Play Exp.: 4 or 5 other servers, ranging from Wild West to Modern City
Why Us: I have tried other post-apocalyptic Rp servers, but they died out after a short time, this one seems like it will go strong for a while, or at least longer than the others.
Time You Can Dedicate: anywhere from 4 to 8 hours weekdays, 8-20 hours weekends, normally.
IC
Name: Brown Jhones
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Appearance: Hispanic, green shirt, brown hoodie, sometimes hooded, mostly not. Blue-grey jeans
Fears: Losing everything I have worked hard to achieve
Personality: Wanting to be peaceful, but can be aggressive when the line has been drawn and passed.
Occupation: Whatever needs done.
Skills: Bartending, advanced first aid
Nickname (Optional): Brown
RP Example (Add Dialogue): *I am walking into work, at the local pub, for my shift at the bar, as I turn around the corner, I see a fight is taking place outside* “Alright, your ganna give me what you have, or I’m ganna take it from you, understand?” Barks the largest of the 3 bandits, probably the one in charge. “Help, please HELP!” Cries the woman who they are harassing. “Say, walk on out of here, before I call my boys in the Bar to take you on outta here. Got it?” I say, and on cue, 3 other employees walk out, one holding a pistol. “Boys, lets scram, this b*tch isn’t worth our time” Sais the one in charge, and they all run down an alleyway, safe from harm. “Thank You!” cries the woman, now standing up to her feet. “I thought I was dead for sure! Thank you!” I then bid her off, and get to my shift. Luckily, there were no other incidents that day.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs
My name is Brown Jhones, I was born in South Dakota, near Mt. Rushmore, and was raised there on a farm. When I turned 18, Mom got sick of flue, and died. Dad went from the Whisky a year later. I took care of the farm, until I was 20. Then, when the rains stopped, and the crops dried up, I killed the Brahmin I had, cooked up the beef, packed my things, and left. For a year, I wandered. Then I found a hermit, who was ill. He was a Doctor, so he instructed me what to do to heal him back. 6 months later, I found myself learning under him. He died later that year, of natural old age.
I packed up, and wandered yet again. I stumbled across a small town, and took up the bar there. Tending wasn’t too bad. We got all the caps we needed, yet it still did not last long. After a few months of this new life, the town caught fire, burning almost everything. I stayed for 2 days after the fire, and then had to leave. The bandits were coming in, and I suspect that it was no unintended fire. I walked, yet again, and finally, came across what other had called “The Mid-day sun, in the Mojave’s Night. New Vegas. Here is where my past ends, and my future begins.
(There was no cue as to what to put at the bottom of the App to show you read the rules, so here is an * to show I did read them)
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AGE:13
Role Player EXP: I spend a lot of time playing rp i have been main person before
Why Us: I like Rp and I love Fallout together make Amazing!
IC
Gender:M
Rp: A dog scavenging through the waste trying to find faction to be loyal to.
Backstory:A dog named Tanner that was in the legion was abandoned after Hoover Dam. Now this Canine is wandering in the waste looking for an place to call home. He is neutral for he has no home but attacks legionarys because memory of getting beaten by them. Once he finds a home he will be loyal to every member of the faction and will risk his life for them.They recently started making power armor and weapons for dogs in the waste and with that equipment will be the best dog in the whole wasteland.(ps. Got idea from Rex)
Don't waste your good apps here. It has been closed for a while. Colb and Insane have a new Elder Scrolls server called Lordran. Go check it out.
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IGN: irondeath79
Age: 12
Role-Play Exp.: Multiple servers.
Why Us: Great explanation and proof of a great server!
Time You Can Dedicate: Times may vary. (Mostly alot though)
IC
Name: Ryan [No last name know]
Gender: male
Age: 18
Appearance: brown hair, blue eyes
Fears: Death
Personality: Well humored, friendly, mesterious
Occupation: N/A
Skills: Climbing, hunting, running, etc
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue): Cop: Your under arrest! You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say or do will be held against you!
Me: What!?!?! What have I done wrong?
Cop: Dont play stupid! You murdered that boy!
Me: What boy?
Cop; Just.... Shut up! Come with me!
Me: W- what? No please!
Cop: *Handcuffs him and throws into police car*
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Ryan was born in a barn to unknown parents. His father died before he was born and his mom died at birth. About a day later after birth, an old farmer found him. He raised him until he was 15. At that point the farmer was very old and sick. He died on December 20th. Since then Ryan has been on the move, trying to master combat and agility. His dream is to join the Brotherhood of Steel and become a soldier! Now, 3 years later, he continues on the move; going from town to town, trying to make enough money to buy some food.
IGN: eldarboyy
Age: 14
Role-Play Exp.: Not very much but I understand the concept's and rules of RP.
Why Us: I've heard this server is very good, I also really like the idea of having a post apocalyptic themed server, I've played on Medieval fantasy themed servers and it just wasn't as fun.
Time You Can Dedicate: I can dedicate week days from 3:00pm to about 9:00pm – 10:00pm Est Standard, And weekends practically all day from about 10:00pm to 12:00pm Est Standard time's.
IC
Name: Karson L'xero (Not sure of last name is necessary but whatever
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Appearance: Tall, scrawny, long strawberry blonde hair. Both hands replaced with robotic hands (You'll understand in the RP Example)
Fears: Ghoul's & people with extreme mental conditions.
Personality: Bright personality, Yet quiet at the same time. Is easily annoyed by loud obnoxious people. Smart but not though, sensitive
Occupation: Novice Gunsmith, Part time messenger
Skills: Great Marksmanship, Quick hands, Smart
Nickname (Optional): Prefers to be called by his everyday name Karson
RP Example (Add Dialogue): *** NCR Occupied town ***
*NCR tax collector knocks on door*
*Karson open's door* Karson: Hello
Tax collector: “Karson is it..?”
Karson: “Depends who asking?”
Tax collector: “The NCR now come on and pay up you owe 277 caps this month”
Karson:”Hows that possible... No way in hell am I paying that much I've just moved here”
Tax collector:”Pay now or suffer the consequences”
Karson: (Blandly unaware punishment is the axe) “What ever Ill take the lash's or what ever it is just do it soon I've got work to do”
*Karson follows NCR tax collector to the block were a man with a searing hot hatchet is standing*
Karson yell's:”WHATS THIS! Whats he going to do to me.. y you you cant do this I was unaware of the consequences, Its not far HELP!”
Tax collector: “Shut up and take it, it'll be over soon!”
*Karson is tied down in front of some town's people and his hands are sliced of without warning*
Karson screams: ARRRGGGHHHHHhhhhh *Pass's out*
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Karson was still in diapers when his parents were brutally murdered by a wandering mad man. He was then taken to live with his godparent Micheal. Micheal raised him with a beer bottle in hand constantly drunk, Karson had to be very independent and learned things either the hard way or by himself. When Karson was 15 he took an interest to mechanics and machine's. Specifically small robotic items and guns. He learned everything he could on his own and then expanded off his own knowledge.
At 18 He took up the occupancy of a gunsmith, A pretty novice one at that. As soon as he had enough money to travel to a new town protected by the NCR he was out of his godparent Micheals home in a heartbeat. He soon found a suitable town after wandering for a few weeks. He set up shop in a small booth were he slept and lived as well as worked. A few days after moving to town a tax collector came to the door and asked for 277 caps. There was no way he could have payed so he accepted punishment by the axe. His hands were sliced off without warning or any knowledge of the punishment for not paying tax's. The mayor of the town immediately found out about this and felt bad. In apology he some how acquired 2 pieces of technology from the BoS (Most likely stolen from them). 2 amazing robotic hands of some of the highest quality.
Karson is now continuing on with life being able to do the same things a person with real hands could do, Except slightly better.
When I read the rules I didnt see anything really to “Put this so we know you read them” things like that?
I got my own skin post apocalyptic style dont worry I just needed my long blonde hair and robot hands
P.S. WE HAVE GUNZ AND OTHER CUSTOM ITEMS :3
IGN:Fraglebobl
Age:13
Role-Play Exp.: I have played MANY RPG GAMES invluding fallout 3/vegas and skyrim the list goes on.
Why Us: Saw you in a top ten list and I love RP servers and fallout
Time You Can Dedicate:alot of time, I hardly get of my computer
IC
Name:Saargul
Gender:Male
Age:20
Appearance:Wears ragged clothes, blonde ( OOC:later on he will have better skin)
Fears: He fears losing his friends
Personality: He doesn't trust easy and when he does make a friend he really likes them. He acts the part of a trusting person often but always has suspicions. He has a habit of cursing in bad situations.
Occupation: Wandering Adventurer
Skills: Acting, Fighting, relatively good thief but never really steals.
Nickname (Optional): rarely gives his name out to strangers and often goes by Josh
RP Example (Add Dialogue): As I walked through the crashed cars along the road I saw someone in the distance. I quickly hid as they may be a raider, and I may as well not **** off a raider and his pals. As the person approached I saw that he was a trader and seemed frightened. I walked up and said "Greetings stranger are you alright, would look freaked out". He replied with a nod and asked " Could you protect me on my way to Vegas, I could pay you ". I answered with " Sure but really I would do it for some equipment as you seem to be a trader" He agreed and we walked the road till we got to Vegas.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):I was born in a vault full of lunatics. The fear of the war had caused them to go mad and look to god, and when he did not answer they came up with some load of crap about "Nortaal the Lord of Life". Some asshole drove them all to believe in it at some point or another. I think it was just the rads. Saargul is the worst name I have come across, but they believed I was some "son of god" like a freakin' irradiated Jesus. I of course thought it was B.S. but went along cause I wasn't gonna mess with a bunch of crazy ass lunatics. At some point raiders came and killed em' all. I was scared as hell ,but those raiders took me in and treated me fine. At some point of course there was a rebellion among them and I was pretty much the only one left. I took all the crap and went to a town. Started a new life for a while as just a 15 year old kid. Sold most of the stuff except the good gear I thought I might use. I sort of protected the town from then on, and at some point I left seeking adventure among the wasteland. Hell, I shoulda just stayed there , but I felt a callin'. I felt I should explore and try to make something from this piece of crap world and my piece of crap life. Now I'm 20, and relatively happy in my new adventuring business.
I see...
IGN: ZAWMBEEHSLAR
Age: 13
Role-Play Exp.: An OK amount .
Why Us: I have been experimenting with different types of servers and I think i hit the jackpot coming here.
Time You Can Dedicate: at least 2 hours
IC
Name: Shepherd
Gender:Male
Age: 21
Appearance: An average appearance, not too skinny, but not too strong. Blonde hair, and serious blue/hazel eyes.
Fears: ghouls
Personality: A joyful person to be around but can become very serious at an instance
Occupation: Courier
Skills:Mining, farming,
Nickname: Red
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
"Jon! Get down!" I cry.
We both leap to the ground as the explosion goes off and sends us flying.
"Ughhh, are you okay?" Jon says in pain.
"Yeah, I'm fine, nothing too serious. Lets get out of here. They'll be getting reinforcements," I say.
"Way ahead of you."
We both stumble to our feet and run before they notice were even gone.
Backstory (1-2 [b]LONG[/b] paragraphs):My name is Shepherd Mcrrahn. I had a difficult time growing up. My father and mother died when I was sixteen so I packed up what I had and left. I've been wandering since. I grew up in a small family who owned a small part of land. We would try best we could to keep ourselves alive but once the crops didnt grow anymore things didn't go so well. I then looked to get some work and ended up being a courier. After coming back from a job one day I came back to what was left of my hometown. Everyone I knew, dead. Since then i've been wandering since looking for who killed everyone Who felt dear to me and would get rid of anyone who got in my way.
IGN:Knotts1997
Age:16
Role-Play Exp.:I have played Mojave Craft RolePlay My own server used to be a Roleplay a year ago i changed it recently
Why Us:you guys have the most going for you and i want to be here when you guys are at the top
Time You Can Dedicate:I can dedicate any amount of time that im not grounded hanging with chicks or any further(almost 24/7)
IC
Name:John Knotts
Gender:Male
Age:28
Appearance:Caucasian, 6 foot 5 inches, Beetles hair
Fears:Ghouls
Personality:Humorous, Easy going, easy to get along with, social, hard worker
Occupation:
Skills:Amazing Builder, Good with Redstone, good PVP, Excellent miner, Social
Nickname (Optional):Dark Knight
RP Example (Add Dialogue):i am a good Bargainer(sells man) i can take a broken pistol and make a knife, i can take a broken shack and make a Livable Small Home
Backstory (1-2 [b]LONG[/b] paragraphs): Born As a Leader It comes Natural to John, born to one Brotherhood Parent(Dad) and NCR Mother,although both dropped out to be together and ran away to bad after Little John was born they were killed by Raiders for there caps, but somehow by fate they missed little john. John he was destined for Revenge and so he did the locals Nicknamed him the Dark Knight because he came out of now where to attack the un-noble(evilish) Raiders and succeeded and his actions were considered Noble, yet they know not of the Revenge in his head
IGN: Jadee52
Age:15
Rp Exp: Moderately Low
Why us: Fallout and Minecraft Smp put together so well and so organized. Who else would I go to for that?
Time you can dedicate: At least an hour a day
IC
Name: James "Jimmy" Schmidt
Gender: Male
Age: 27
Appereance: Thin and Wirey with Black Hair, a scrub-type beard and glasses
Fears: Lts of people,Heights and impending death
Personality: Joker, Clumsy, Secretive
Occupation: Store Manager
Skills: Pickpocketing, Hacking, Lockpicking
Nickname: Jimmy
RP Ex: Gangster:"Ready to get your body splattered into a million pieces?!" Me:"I'll be ready when I am. And that isn't today!"
Backstory:I came from a small encampment that was ransacked by escaped prisoners of the NCR. All traces of my family are gone and were destroyed in the ransack. I ran away to New Vegas only to become broke and more homeless than before. I went where the road took me. I found a settlement and took a job at the Hardware Store eventually becoming the owner.
Age:14
Role-Play Exp.:i play a little larp ( not the dressed in like medeval outfits but like large scale airsoft events.)
Why Us:Minecraft and fallout are good together
Time You Can Dedicate:4:00 to 10:00 Middle School
IC
Name:Shae
Gender:M
Age:22
RP Example: Looking for my girlfreind vanessa, who was taken by cesars legion
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Shae grew up in nipton with his parents, they werent rich but made a good living, enough to keep shae in good health but also not to much to make him used to luxury. It was there he met vanesa, and when they grew up they were very close. when they turned 18, they were the same age, they were the same age. they started dating, and planned to get married, but it was all ruined by ceasers legion. Vanessa was running erands at the time. accross town, the legion captured her instead of killing her ( who knows what sick things they will do?), and he had no choice but to run. Shae made it away succesfully, and is now searching for a way to find her again.
IGN: Darkazor
Age: 18
Role-Play Exp.: Valhalla, Hanta, Project Eden..
Why Us: Its fallout, bruh!
Time You Can Dedicate: Whenever I can give time
IC
Name: Jeff Baws
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Appearance: Wears a suit, with red tie. Is white.
Fears: Snakes, dying
Personality: Self-kept, until among friends, then is opened up. Has a devious passion for music
Occupation: Gunsmith
Skills: Great at building and maintaining weapons, was a technician for some time, so redstone circuitry is a skill he has
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue): *Jeff scours the garbage bins, piles of debris, and ruined buildings in search of music discs. His entire passion was music, ever since he could remember hearing his first record. He hears a can falling over, and jerks his head up.* "Hello? Who's there?" *After several minutes of nothing, he begins digging again. Some shuffles are now heard. He jumps back, and begins backing up.* "Alright, show yourse-" The crackle of a rifle is heard, and his shoulder jumps back, his entire arm now stinging, before going limp.* "What the hell?! Im an unarmed man!" *The raiders step out* "Now, sonny. You really think you can just run away? No, you leave the raiders when you die!" *They shot again, ending his life.*
Backstory (1-2 [b]LONG[/b] paragraphs):
Jeff was born to a former prostitute mother, and a former raider dad. He was raised in the ruins, his parents attempting to make his life the best it could be, despite the situations around them. When he was 5, his mom had found a music disc out while scavenging. This was the first time he'd ever heard music, aside from his mother's lullabies, in her cracked, hoarse voice. He enjoyed it. Every day since then before he'd sleep, he would listen to that same record, over and over.
When he was 12, his mother found another music disc. He liked this one better. When he was 13, his home got raided. He figured it was because the music was too loud and they heard it. His parents were shot, and he was kidnapped, and raised with the raiders. At 23, he ran away from the group, in search of these music discs his parents owned, and many others. He'd learned to survive from the raiders. He learned to thrive off of nothing. He was also forced to cannibalize live victims of the raiders to "Toughen him up". Jeff hated the lifestyle and wanted to get away. He was always on the watch for the raiders he'd abandoned, knowing they had also set out, instead in search of his blood. They wanted him dead.