Sorry, I think you have the wrong application format. Although I do like your application, If you could use the info from this one too fill out my servers application format, I would accept you.
Hm, must of gone to a different page and copied the wrong one. I think I have the correct format now. Here it is: Whitelist Application
OOC IGN:CJD_22 Age:14 Did you read ALL the rules? Yes.
IC: Name: Walker Karma: (Good,Neutral,Bad) Neutral Age:19 RP example:
A is a stranger, B is me. A:Hey, you! B: Hm? A: Got any food on you? B: (lie) Sorry, friend. Been looking all day. A: Really? You sure about that? B: Um... A: I saw you pick up some things from that chest back there. B: .... A: So, how about you give me that food, *friend*? B: Heck no! A: I wasn't asking. [I start to run away, with the other chasing me. I run into a building, and go to the second floor, where I jump out the window onto a dumpster and run out into the forest.] Note: In real RP, results may vary.
Character biography, (must be at least 1 paragraph):As told by character: One day I decided to take a walk.
I'd lived in a vault up until now. All I'd really do is read when not archiving computer files and patching code into the systems. It just felt so bland. I read about what people used to do in the mystery known as the surface. How they built things, gathered materials, had fun, got food, defended themselves. I read of fantastic landscapes of which my mind did not have the capacity to portray. I longed for that kind of life. Away from the steel and air filters.
So one day, I decided to take a walk.
Leaving the vault, I closed my eyes as the big round door opened. I took a whiff of air. And started hacking. I opened my eyes only to see a barren expanse of what could so excusably be called the surface. But I kept walking. Searching for that premise. There was no going back to the vault.
As I travelled, I saw many things. People barely surviving, dead, dying, those who did not find what I was looking for.
But I kept walking. They came to know me as Walker, those who heard. Then finally, finally after so much travel, I found Utah. It was beautiful. Everything I'd read had suddenly come true.
But it wasn't enough.
All those people I'd seen who couldn't make it, the ones just struggling; it didn't have to be like that. I have to find a way to help them. And I have the whole state of Utah to find that way.
Hm, must of gone to a different page and copied the wrong one. I think I have the correct format now. Here it is: Whitelist Application
OOC IGN:CJD_22 Age:14 Did you read ALL the rules? Yes.
IC: Name: Walker Karma: (Good,Neutral,Bad) Neutral Age:19 RP example:
A is a stranger, B is me. A:Hey, you! B: Hm? A: Got any food on you? B: (lie) Sorry, friend. Been looking all day. A: Really? You sure about that? B: Um... A: I saw you pick up some things from that chest back there. B: .... A: So, how about you give me that food, *friend*? B: Heck no! A: I wasn't asking. [I start to run away, with the other chasing me. I run into a building, and go to the second floor, where I jump out the window onto a dumpster and run out into the forest.] Note: In real RP, results may vary.
Character biography, (must be at least 1 paragraph):As told by character: One day I decided to take a walk.
I'd lived in a vault up until now. All I'd really do is read when not archiving computer files and patching code into the systems. It just felt so bland. I read about what people used to do in the mystery known as the surface. How they built things, gathered materials, had fun, got food, defended themselves. I read of fantastic landscapes of which my mind did not have the capacity to portray. I longed for that kind of life. Away from the steel and air filters.
So one day, I decided to take a walk.
Leaving the vault, I closed my eyes as the big round door opened. I took a whiff of air. And started hacking. I opened my eyes only to see a barren expanse of what could so excusably be called the surface. But I kept walking. Searching for that premise. There was no going back to the vault.
As I travelled, I saw many things. People barely surviving, dead, dying, those who did not find what I was looking for.
But I kept walking. They came to know me as Walker, those who heard. Then finally, finally after so much travel, I found Utah. It was beautiful. Everything I'd read had suddenly come true.
But it wasn't enough.
All those people I'd seen who couldn't make it, the ones just struggling; it didn't have to be like that. I have to find a way to help them. And I have the whole state of Utah to find that way.
do you mind if I make a new sub faction called Crimson Caravan Trading Company. We will sell many goods and help the NCR. Tell me what you think.do you mind if I make a new sub faction called Crimson Caravan Trading Company. We will sell many goods and help the NCR. Tell me what you think.
Oh no! I just remembered that I won't have a computer that can play minecraft soon. I'm moving, and my old computer broke. This laptop can, but it's not mine, and the one that I "inherited" sucks so bad it can't run Facade on anything above 1/8 fps. No. Lie. Anyway, I might not be around until the end of the month or into September, depending on when I can get a new one where I'm going or if there is one I can use there.
Correction to my last post, this isn't the Vault Rp. Well not the old one. I am still going to apply though!
Whitelist Application
OOC
IGN:
ChocolateChip03
Age:
14
Did you read ALL the rules?
Of course
IC
Name:
Remus
Karma:
Neutral
Age:
38
RP example:
Remus: Hey there, what can I do for you folks?
Stranger1: Get us four Nuka cola's
Remus: Coming right up!
*Remus goes behind the bar and gets four Nuka colas*
*Remus then places on the bar for the customers*
Remus: That will be about 8 caps for all four.
Stranger3: There you go
*Stranger3 gives Remus the 8 caps*
(I know this isn't much for an Rp example but I wanted to do something different than a fight scene as my character isn't a big fighter)
Character biography, (must be at least 1 paragraph):
Remus is the oldest child of three, he has one brother and one sister. His mother died if old age when Remus was 35, and his father lives somewhere in the middle of the wastes. Though he still keeps in touch with him and his siblings. He works in an old bar but has ambitions for bigger things. He is neutral in all the wars in the wastes, and tries his best to be a happy guy. He doesn't like to fight but he doesn't mind to watch the odd fight or participate. His ambition is to go into the radio.
And It is still the same old vault run by Vault people and played by vault people just not run by Rev.
Always found these servers to be pretty drama-filled and lenient when it comes to applications. But, jesus, those screenies.
OOC IGN:
kookykrisp
Age:
18
Did you read ALL the rules?
Of course.
IC: Name:
Atlas
Karma:
(Good,Neutral,Bad)
Age:
24
RP example:
"And if any of you shits make any sudden movements, I'll blow your ****ing brains out." You could visibly see the saliva protruding from the bandit’s mouth as he spoke. He nodded to his two other accomplices, wearing the Jackal colors. Atlas kept crouched, being made very aware of his surroundings. The bandit leader walked up to the shopkeep, bringing his pistol to lightly touch his forehead.
"We saw that shipment of Jet come in, now where the **** is it?" The shopkeep remained silent, keeping his composure. The bandit moved his gun just barely away from his head, and fired a round into the wall, "I'm not ****in' around." The shopkeep sighed, pointing to a small room with automatic doors. The bandit nodded to one of the others, who opened the door and peered in. "It's here boss."
The bandit leader formed a dark grin along his visage, "Well, let's see what our good shopkeep here is so generously donating to our cause.” He turned to the two other bandits, “I’ll check the loot, you two watch the rest of ‘em. Don’t be afraid to get messy.” The leader made his way to the door, glancing in at the multitude of stacked boxes. He clasped his hands together, before taking a step in. Suddenly, a small noise was heard. Beep...beep. “Oh shi-”
BAM! The bandit triggered rigged explosives, blood and guts spewing across the room. Not a few seconds later, Atlas stood up and fired two rounds into one of the bandits chest’s, crumpling to the ground thereafter. The shopkeep, now armed with a combat shotgun, fired a round of slugs into the remaining bandit. Atlas slowly made his way to the corpses.
“Casper, secure our perimeter. Dexter, come help me loot these idiots.”
Character biography, (must be at least 1 paragraph):
Atlas was born into a small family, trying to make a life out of the barren wasteland of an Earth. While his parents had good intentions, they simply could not provide for a child on top of the scarce supplies they already had. So, one night, Atlas’ father snuck him into a medium-sized settlement. Lucky for Atlas, the settlement was filled with a few kind souls, who agreed upon raising him within their home. Not knowing what to call him, they named him Kid, until a real name could be agreed upon.
So, Atlas (or Kid) spent his first few years within the settlement. The thing about Kid is that he adored exploring. He’d spend his days exploring every crevice, every corner around the settlement until he knew it like the back of his hand. Around the age of six, Kid was out exploring particularly far from the settlement, when he heard distant groans of agony. Curious, he followed the noise until he could just make it out from a clearing.
One of the town’s scavengers, Mikael, had been chasing some small game and landed wrong on a rock, tumbling down and disturbing some loose rocks. One of the rocks, a rather large one, uplifted and smashed into his leg, temporarily immobilizing him. Well, Kid hopped over to the man, lifting the rock out of the way and bringing Mikael all the way back home.
Mikael later explained to the settlement that, had his leg not been smashed, he would have been lost nonetheless. He told them that the Kid was, “like a living atlas.” So, the town coined the nickname Atlas, which eventually evolved into his actual name.
Atlas continued to live the majority of his live in the settlement. When he reached his teens, he began practicing with rifles, bows, and some melee weapons like bats, clubs, or wooden swords. He became the town’s lead scavenger at the age of twenty, and brought many great finds back to the town, which eventually began to flourish.
Though, Atlas’ restlessness might get the better of him, as soon, he intends to pack up and live his life on the wastes.
Always found these servers to be pretty drama-filled and lenient when it comes to applications. But, jesus, those screenies.
OOC IGN:
kookykrisp
Age:
18
Did you read ALL the rules?
Of course.
IC: Name:
Atlas
Karma:
(Good,Neutral,Bad)
Age:
24
RP example:
"And if any of you shits make any sudden movements, I'll blow your ****ing brains out." You could visibly see the saliva protruding from the bandit’s mouth as he spoke. He nodded to his two other accomplices, wearing the Jackal colors. Atlas kept crouched, being made very aware of his surroundings. The bandit leader walked up to the shopkeep, bringing his pistol to lightly touch his forehead.
"We saw that shipment of Jet come in, now where the **** is it?" The shopkeep remained silent, keeping his composure. The bandit moved his gun just barely away from his head, and fired a round into the wall, "I'm not ****in' around." The shopkeep sighed, pointing to a small room with automatic doors. The bandit nodded to one of the others, who opened the door and peered in. "It's here boss."
The bandit leader formed a dark grin along his visage, "Well, let's see what our good shopkeep here is so generously donating to our cause.” He turned to the two other bandits, “I’ll check the loot, you two watch the rest of ‘em. Don’t be afraid to get messy.” The leader made his way to the door, glancing in at the multitude of stacked boxes. He clasped his hands together, before taking a step in. Suddenly, a small noise was heard. Beep...beep. “Oh shi-”
BAM! The bandit triggered rigged explosives, blood and guts spewing across the room. Not a few seconds later, Atlas stood up and fired two rounds into one of the bandits chest’s, crumpling to the ground thereafter. The shopkeep, now armed with a combat shotgun, fired a round of slugs into the remaining bandit. Atlas slowly made his way to the corpses.
“Casper, secure our perimeter. Dexter, come help me loot these idiots.”
Character biography, (must be at least 1 paragraph):
Atlas was born into a small family, trying to make a life out of the barren wasteland of an Earth. While his parents had good intentions, they simply could not provide for a child on top of the scarce supplies they already had. So, one night, Atlas’ father snuck him into a medium-sized settlement. Lucky for Atlas, the settlement was filled with a few kind souls, who agreed upon raising him within their home. Not knowing what to call him, they named him Kid, until a real name could be agreed upon.
So, Atlas (or Kid) spent his first few years within the settlement. The thing about Kid is that he adored exploring. He’d spend his days exploring every crevice, every corner around the settlement until he knew it like the back of his hand. Around the age of six, Kid was out exploring particularly far from the settlement, when he heard distant groans of agony. Curious, he followed the noise until he could just make it out from a clearing.
One of the town’s scavengers, Mikael, had been chasing some small game and landed wrong on a rock, tumbling down and disturbing some loose rocks. One of the rocks, a rather large one, uplifted and smashed into his leg, temporarily immobilizing him. Well, Kid hopped over to the man, lifting the rock out of the way and bringing Mikael all the way back home.
Mikael later explained to the settlement that, had his leg not been smashed, he would have been lost nonetheless. He told them that the Kid was, “like a living atlas.” So, the town coined the nickname Atlas, which eventually evolved into his actual name.
Atlas continued to live the majority of his live in the settlement. When he reached his teens, he began practicing with rifles, bows, and some melee weapons like bats, clubs, or wooden swords. He became the town’s lead scavenger at the age of twenty, and brought many great finds back to the town, which eventually began to flourish.
Though, Atlas’ restlessness might get the better of him, as soon, he intends to pack up and live his life on the wastes.
Denied, Please read the rules, your missing a little somethin.
So what happened to the old one? I heard one fallout server had people that went a little crazy with TNT.
Ehhh lets just say the staff abused there powers, and the server kind of collapsed in on itself. Its a good theme, I've been with this server for about a year now on and off. I'm just trying to restore it to the way it was back when an old owner owned it a long time ago. I had so much fun on that server, and I want other people to experience the fun i had on it.
Im gonna need an application, But you could use your old one and modify it since your a past Vault player!
Hm, must of gone to a different page and copied the wrong one. I think I have the correct format now. Here it is:
Whitelist Application
OOC
IGN:CJD_22
Age:14
Did you read ALL the rules? Yes.
IC:
Name: Walker
Karma: (Good,Neutral,Bad) Neutral
Age:19
RP example:
Character biography, (must be at least 1 paragraph):As told by character:
One day I decided to take a walk.
I'd lived in a vault up until now. All I'd really do is read when not archiving computer files and patching code into the systems. It just felt so bland. I read about what people used to do in the mystery known as the surface. How they built things, gathered materials, had fun, got food, defended themselves. I read of fantastic landscapes of which my mind did not have the capacity to portray. I longed for that kind of life. Away from the steel and air filters.
So one day, I decided to take a walk.
Leaving the vault, I closed my eyes as the big round door opened. I took a whiff of air. And started hacking. I opened my eyes only to see a barren expanse of what could so excusably be called the surface. But I kept walking. Searching for that premise. There was no going back to the vault.
As I travelled, I saw many things. People barely surviving, dead, dying, those who did not find what I was looking for.
But I kept walking. They came to know me as Walker, those who heard. Then finally, finally after so much travel, I found Utah. It was beautiful. Everything I'd read had suddenly come true.
But it wasn't enough.
All those people I'd seen who couldn't make it, the ones just struggling; it didn't have to be like that. I have to find a way to help them. And I have the whole state of Utah to find that way.
Yeah man, go right ahead.
Welcome!
And It is still the same old vault run by Vault people and played by vault people just not run by Rev.
I'll be making Sub Factions after we launch, contact me in game.
Hell no, I despise spout with a burning passion.
OOC
IGN:
kookykrisp
Age:
18
Did you read ALL the rules?
Of course.
IC:
Name:
Atlas
Karma:
(Good,Neutral,Bad)
Age:
24
RP example:
"And if any of you shits make any sudden movements, I'll blow your ****ing brains out." You could visibly see the saliva protruding from the bandit’s mouth as he spoke. He nodded to his two other accomplices, wearing the Jackal colors. Atlas kept crouched, being made very aware of his surroundings. The bandit leader walked up to the shopkeep, bringing his pistol to lightly touch his forehead.
"We saw that shipment of Jet come in, now where the **** is it?" The shopkeep remained silent, keeping his composure. The bandit moved his gun just barely away from his head, and fired a round into the wall, "I'm not ****in' around." The shopkeep sighed, pointing to a small room with automatic doors. The bandit nodded to one of the others, who opened the door and peered in. "It's here boss."
The bandit leader formed a dark grin along his visage, "Well, let's see what our good shopkeep here is so generously donating to our cause.” He turned to the two other bandits, “I’ll check the loot, you two watch the rest of ‘em. Don’t be afraid to get messy.” The leader made his way to the door, glancing in at the multitude of stacked boxes. He clasped his hands together, before taking a step in. Suddenly, a small noise was heard. Beep...beep. “Oh shi-”
BAM! The bandit triggered rigged explosives, blood and guts spewing across the room. Not a few seconds later, Atlas stood up and fired two rounds into one of the bandits chest’s, crumpling to the ground thereafter. The shopkeep, now armed with a combat shotgun, fired a round of slugs into the remaining bandit. Atlas slowly made his way to the corpses.
“Casper, secure our perimeter. Dexter, come help me loot these idiots.”
Character biography, (must be at least 1 paragraph):
Atlas was born into a small family, trying to make a life out of the barren wasteland of an Earth. While his parents had good intentions, they simply could not provide for a child on top of the scarce supplies they already had. So, one night, Atlas’ father snuck him into a medium-sized settlement. Lucky for Atlas, the settlement was filled with a few kind souls, who agreed upon raising him within their home. Not knowing what to call him, they named him Kid, until a real name could be agreed upon.
So, Atlas (or Kid) spent his first few years within the settlement. The thing about Kid is that he adored exploring. He’d spend his days exploring every crevice, every corner around the settlement until he knew it like the back of his hand. Around the age of six, Kid was out exploring particularly far from the settlement, when he heard distant groans of agony. Curious, he followed the noise until he could just make it out from a clearing.
One of the town’s scavengers, Mikael, had been chasing some small game and landed wrong on a rock, tumbling down and disturbing some loose rocks. One of the rocks, a rather large one, uplifted and smashed into his leg, temporarily immobilizing him. Well, Kid hopped over to the man, lifting the rock out of the way and bringing Mikael all the way back home.
Mikael later explained to the settlement that, had his leg not been smashed, he would have been lost nonetheless. He told them that the Kid was, “like a living atlas.” So, the town coined the nickname Atlas, which eventually evolved into his actual name.
Atlas continued to live the majority of his live in the settlement. When he reached his teens, he began practicing with rifles, bows, and some melee weapons like bats, clubs, or wooden swords. He became the town’s lead scavenger at the age of twenty, and brought many great finds back to the town, which eventually began to flourish.
Though, Atlas’ restlessness might get the better of him, as soon, he intends to pack up and live his life on the wastes.
UNR will return
Denied, Please read the rules, your missing a little somethin.
Ehhh lets just say the staff abused there powers, and the server kind of collapsed in on itself. Its a good theme, I've been with this server for about a year now on and off. I'm just trying to restore it to the way it was back when an old owner owned it a long time ago. I had so much fun on that server, and I want other people to experience the fun i had on it.
Right now its just me and kidd,
I'll think about adding more guys to it