IGN: DAVIDGREEN
Age: 13
Role-Play Exp.: Medium exp with the story of myself but great at RP conversations.
Why Us: ive played the fallout game series and i love it
Time You Can Dedicate: not to long as i have homework
IC
Name:Johnathan 'Steel' Rider
Gender: male
Age: 25
RP Example: -Johnathan after a day of work-
Johnathan: Hey Maria whats up?
Maria (Johnathan's Girlfriend): Baby, some people are outside trying to kick open the door
Johnathan: Not again... I thought i told them to leave us alone.
Maria: Baby there inside and there coming towards me!
Johnathan: Maria you need to run, get Santiago and run, run for your lives!
Killer(From Maria's phone): She cant run from us, we got her
Johnathan: If you touch her i will ****ing kill you!
Killer: Too late, shes gone, your son is next
Johnathan: (crying) Why did you do this?
Killer: Because you can't escape the wrath of Caesar
Back-story (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Johnathan got his nickname, 'Steel' From the piece of metal inside of his left arm. The doctors told him he couldn't go back to duty for the NCR but he did. He was in his 6th year of duty when his girlfriend Maria, and his son, Santiago were killed(The tragic phone call above). After that he was determined to destroy the remnants of the Legion, a once great army against the NCR for their ways.He was kicked out of the NCR at age 19. He was forced to survive on his own throughout the rest of his lonely life. He thought all was lost until an abandoned NCR vehicle was spotted about 1/8 mile from his house.When he opened the door to the truck he saw a sad sight. A photo of his wife kissing him and the caption reading "Love, Maria" and then a set of traditional NCR armor and his dog tags.He realized that he never saw his wife die, and no funeral was ever held because no body was discovered. He realized the slavers must've captured her and sold her off to a plantation and then she ran away. A name was written at the bottom, Nathan Hall. "This must be the man who stole my Maria away from me!" He then gathered up materials and went off to find Nathan. He was out for revenge.
He was in the wasteland for many days until he met up with a man named Jordan Haw. They both were after Nathan, as he was a famous slaver in the Mojave. Jordan said that his family was taken away a day after Maria. "Slavers!" Jordan yells as 4 of them appear from the ruins of Goodsprings. Johnathan took aim and fired a .44 Magnum shot into each Slaver's skull. They fell one by one, making a huge mess. Then Deathclaws appeared and chased Johnathan down. They killed Jordan and Johnathan killed the deathclaws and ran to Jordans side. "Find that Nathan *******, and put a hole in him for me" He said as he died. "Nooooo!!!" Johnathan screamed. He cried over the loss but then moved on towards the hill. He saw Nathan's mansion in the distance. "He's going to ****ing pay, for tearing apart my family!" Johnathan said, about 1/2 mile away from the mansion.Johnathan walked up, killed the guards and ran in to find Nathan dead and Maria tied up and Santiago hiding in a closet. "We are a family again" Johnathan said as they left the building, with his family and happiness intact.
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Guys it was checked just recheck it because its old
Thanks for reading my application, means a lot to me getting accepted into such a large community haha, well have a good day, and I really can't wait to see this server up and running!
IGN:Jordan_McKenna
Age:18
Role-Play Exp.:I have played on 3 RP/PvP servers and I played on one of those for about 8 months, I was then promoted to Moderator and gained 2 months experience.
Why Us:I looked through various websites and
Time You Can Dedicate: forums looking for a new server to get my teeth stuck in to, and when i cam across this one, it looked so unique and well thought out. And that is the kind of server where i want to be!
Time You Can Dedicate: It would be between 2-3 hours most days, depending on RL!
IC
Name: Dom Ryden
Gender: M
Age: 45
Appearance: Tall (6ft 2"), average build, short dark hair, stubble on his chin, and a distinctive scar across his right cheek.
Fears: Being alone.
Personality: A book worm, not the most sociable person but incredibly smart and quick thinking. Always focusing on a way to better himself and looking for things to improve constantly.
Occupation: Was a Head Engineer, now im a wastelander.
Skills: Leadership, i can organise and make tough decisions under pressure. Redstone, I can make redstone contraptions that are useful and can benefit the people around him.
Nickname (Optional): Dom
RP Example (Add Dialogue): Quartermaster Ryden Senior was walking up and down the barracks preparing us for battle. I was polishing my rifle over and over, making sure that nothing could get jammed and that everything was in perfect order. Grenades...check, ammo...check. The quartermaster came over to my station and gazed me in the eye, i was nervous.
"Yes, sir" I said, he replied with,
"Don't look so nervous boy, there only a bunch of rioters!"
"I know sir, but the stories ive heard from Camp McCarran..." He interrupted me abruptly
"I dont care what you've heard, there a bunch of low-life rioters and they are no match for your superior ability, are the Ryden?!"
"No, sir"
He walked away and I grabbed my helmet, ready for battle I put it on and walked out of the room.
Backstory: My childhood is just one big blur, I dont remember much and I dont really want to. I grew up in Camp McCarran, my Dad was a high ranking Officer and i was an engineer there, i worked my up until I was head of the department, I was 22 and making a name for myself. Then, in December 2283, the riots broke out and me and my Dad had the first vertibirds out of there, they took us back to Vegas where I worked on Securitrons and my Dad planned for the months ahead. When the Independence came to attack in February 2284, my Dad died on the battlefield. I was destroyed and i was left with nobody, i left the NCR when things started to get hairy with the Independence. Its been 23 years since i left the NCR and ive been trying to get back the reputation i once had by wondering around the Mojave looking for factions that need help, but now im not going to let what happened take me down and im ready for the challenge ahead.
Grammatical and spelling errors need to be fixed, NCR doesnt really have access to vertibirds, they would have used the monorail to escape if any did, please fix those.
IGN: Chimlet225
Age: 15
Role-Play Exp.: I used to create story lines for all my fallout characters, it was always fun to me, and I used to go in the backyard with nerf guns and plenty of imagination, so really I just hope everyone's in character in this server
Why Us: Sounds like a lot of fun and by the looks of it, there's going to be quite a lot of people on here, hopefully making the server even better.
Time You Can Dedicate: I can put in an hour per weekdays (girlfriend and sister) weekends I can be on almost unlimited hours, from 10 at night to whenever.
Name: Jericho
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Appearance: Smaller guy, lean, typically in a Russian issued gas mask and a suit.
Fears: Feral Ghouls
Personality: Nice guy, doesn't start fights, but knows how to end them. He's also quiet, but sometimes shares tales of his adventures to the younger children of the villages.
Occupation: Engineer, free roamer of sorts.
Skills: Guns (pistols, rifles), repair, and lock-picking
Nickname: Drifter
RP Example: Searching through the ruins for two days now Jericho had found nothing, no scrap parts, no food, not even a weapon. He had begun losing hope in the town, just then he saw them. A group of raiders.
Jericho: One, two, thre-
His counting had been stopped by what had sounded like a growl of sorts.
Jericho: That's no dog, (thinks to himself) More like a super mutant...
Out of the blue, a behemoth busted through the locked library!
Raider 1: WHAT THE F**^K IS THAT THING!
Raider 2: SHOOT THE DAMN THING!
Raider 3: BURNNNN!!!!!
He started burning the behemoth but it kept coming at him, his death was inevitable, as the behemoth grabbed him and tore him in half.
Raider 1: RUN!
The second raider had ran towards Jericho, attracting attention to the small man.
Raider 1: SHI-
The raider is grabbed and thrown into raider 2, Jericho watches as their skulls make a horrifying crack against each other, he looks up to see the behemoth staring at him snorting.
Jericho: Well this isn't the worst I've seen.
He was a little shaken over what he just saw, but years of seeing people drinking their own urine, eating toes, and dying horribly slow due to radiation, or plain torture, had made him frosty.
The behemoth started a charge toward Jericho, who ran up the stairs of the ruined house. The behemoth did nothing more than break a few support beams, the house shook a little.
Jericho: This is going to be harder than I thought, (as he observed his surrounding)
He saw his route, he jumped out the window onto the roof of the small convenient store, he did a tuck and roll followed by a quick sprint to the edge of the roof, he noticed the behemoth still chasing underneath, he then noticed the large sign on the nearby motel and been hanging only by a few wires, he walked back to the other side of the building and ran as fast as he could, he jumped, just inches from missing he got the ledge of a window, he quickly climbed in to see a cache of weapons and food followed by a skeleton with some old garments on it.
Jericho: Well at least I earned something from this...
He then ran for the roof, once on top he attracted the enraged behemoth, staring at him the behemoth payed no attention toward the sign. He began pounding on the brick wall, slowly but surely crumbling the building's foundation. It was now or never, Jericho took out his knife and cut the wire. Floor after floor the sign fell, gaining momentum, until finally striking it's target. A large bang could be heard followed by a very loud fall, he looked down to see the beast knocked out. With no breath wasted he ran for the food and weapons taking only what he needed, ammo, and nice pistol, and some salisbury steak from god knows how long ago. He then made his way out of the motel and out of the town.
Jericho: (Slight laughter) Wait till they hear this back at the bar...
Backstory: Jericho is a guy who likes to show the bright side of things, he may not always be open, but he always observes and learns fast. He's vowed never to start a family in the wasteland, for he knows he could never raise a child or protect anyone besides himself. His past remains unknown to most, as he has a pretty messed up childhood. His mask means more to him than just some random mask, it's his persona, what makes him feel as if he has a chance out in the harsh wastelands. All he does is survive really, he never set any goals besides that, he also loves helping, but knows he can't help everyone. He doubts ever seeing a normal world, or a rebuilt one, but as long as he's got guns to clean, robots to repair, and locks to pick, he'll have a purpose, and that's all he ever looked for in such a scorched world... (Hope this is good, I would really love feedback, adjustments will be made according to what you say, I'm really looking forward to this server and wish you a great day ) EDIT: By the way if you want me to cut down on any language say so, I just put that in to show the suspense of the raiders seeing a behemoth right in front of them. 2nd Edit Is this all in the Mojave? If so I will edit the whole story if needed, I just want to know, I played all the fallout games (including the first two and some other ones ) so if that's an issue please inform me.
Nice. Though you should seperate that last part from backstory, was caught up in it and then was like, what the hell? lol but ya, pretty good, language is not a problem, Fallout is a rated M game and if people dont like it, too bad. Though always remember moderation and dont mean is OOC, unless person deserves it of course and everyone else is too Accepted
WOAH....excuse me. I'm very sorry. didn't look back the few pages before cus I thought it woudnt be anything important. Hopefully my app example helps and hopefully the application denying and accepting would go easier for you.
Its fine and thanks for the help, there have been quite a few bad ones
Ok I sent an App on page 326 (lots of pages :biggrin.gif:)
*Pull trigger and blows head off* This is madness!!!! Why didnt you just repost???? No one is going to read that far back.... Its fine though, just remember, you can help yourself get whitelisted by
1. Reposting
2. Don't bring up that you have reposted many times
3. Don't repost if told it will be looked at if it hasn't been very long.
(This is the COMPLETE application, the other one was not finished)
OOC
IGN: snipesinator
Age: 13
Role-Play Exp.: I have an extensive amount of experience in roleplay.
Why Us: The Fallout series was without a doubt one of the best series I have played.
Time You Can Dedicate: Two hours a day or so, 14-24 hours a week.
IC
Name: Kody Petrov
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Appearance: Tall, muscular, black hair, green eyes.
Fears: Mutants
Personality: Intelligent, serious, smart-alec.
Occupation: Dweller of the Wasteland (for now)
Skills: Gun expert, pickpocketing, crafting, manipulation
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue): /me picks up the old, rusty gun and looks at it in awe. He hastily proceeds to dust it off with his bare hands, placing it in his satchel shortly after. Kody proceeds on his way, walking on through the barren wasteland. "I could really go for some meat" he says out loud to himself. He trails off course towards a village where he hopes to find food...
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Kody Petrov is a descendent of a famous Soviet warhero. When he was born his family was forced to give him up to the NCR. At the age of 5, he accidentally exposed himself to some radiation after sneaking away from the NCR camp. At the age of 13, he went back to the camp and stole supplies, food, and a weapon. He traveled far and wide in search of a home, meeting many companions along the way. After staying a while at a little village, it was raided by the NCR who were looking for him. He retaliated, winning the respect of the village as well as more supplies and food. At the age of 24, he finally settled down in New Vegas but was still looking for work...
Petrov went back to his hometown, but it was deserted. There was no sign of any lifeforms. He decided to embark on a quest to find his mother and father, but was also deciding on joining the Soviets. Torn between finding his parents and enlisting in the Soviets, he decided finding his parents will be of no use as there is little chance he will find them. He again traveled to the nearest Soviet camp and signed up. Finally being able to relax, he set up camp near the Soviets awaiting their response. He sat near a campfire, and sharpened his knife. He slept 12 hours until the early sunrise woke him up. Kody packed up his makeshift camp and went back to the Soviet base. He waited for a response from the recruiters...
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Colonel Radec(Nobark_Noonan): Comrade welcome to the Soviets, fill out these forms and prepare to fight for the Motherland! URA!
Barracks Commander Dimitri(Zimmeme): I shall assign you your barracks number once you meet us, I shall also train you to be a coldblooded killer.
Name (Full): Kody Petrov (Don't know if you want my real name or my character's name, so I put my character's name)
Rank you want if wanted?:Spetsnaz(SpecOps), Kazak(Vehicle guy), Druhzina(Soldier), Engineer(Scientist/worker): Spetznaz
Special Talents? (i.e. fighting, farming, scientist): Fighting, farming, manipulating...
Will you be dedicated?: Yes.
Why do you want to join the Soviets?: Kody Petrov is a descendent of a Soviet warhero.
Will you be loyal and respectful to your fellow soldiers?: Yes, I will.
Will you fight for the glory and die for the Motherland?: Yes, of course!
Better, Accepted. I cannot, however, accept your Soviet app. It would be better for you to seperate it from this and repost it. Also, dont edit the app, it is always better to repost it with edit, if you just edit then it will probably be lost.
I posted mine that was already accepted to show what a standard application should generally look like. if your read the fine bold print at the top of my app you would know this.
And if you had read through the last 3-4 pages you would see what I mean. And dont get me started on the messages I have been getting.
IGN:severemuffin
Age:15
Role-Play Exp.:5
Why Us:Fallout and minecraft are two of the all time best games.
Time You Can Dedicate:Few hours a week.
Name:Shil
Gender:Male
Age:14
RP Example:Played And Beat Fallout:NV with all factions, beat Mass Effect 1 & 2 on good and bad, and have almost beat Oblivion.
Backstory: Born in England, now live in California, I am a kid with somewhat of a troubled last 3 years. 3 years ago, me and my fam went on a cruise, and it hasn't even been a full 24 hours on the boat and my mom starts having Cardiac Arrests(Heart Failure for those who don't know). She now has a defibrilator and can't really do anything now. This means I have to help out around the house a lot more, but if it keeps my mom and family happy, I'm glad to do it.
Damn, another England kid, THIS IS IMPOSSIBLE AND WE HAVE ALREADY SHOT DOWN THE REST OF THESE KIND OF APPS. Please make it Fallout related and Rp example is not what rp games you have played, but how you rp. That kind of stuff would go under RP experience and it doesnt even count for much cause dialogue in all those games is scripted and you only choose what to say, not actually say anything.
IGN: snipesinator
Age: 13
Role-Play Exp.: I have an extensive amount of experience in roleplay.
Why Us: The Fallout series was without a doubt one of the best series I have played.
Time You Can Dedicate: Two hours a day or so, 14-24 hours a week.
IC
Name: Kody Petrov
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Appearance: Tall, muscular, black hair, green eyes.
Fears: Mutants
Personality: Intelligent, serious, smart-alec.
Occupation: Dweller of the Wasteland (for now)
Skills: Gun expert, pickpocketing, crafting, manipulation
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue): /me picks up the old, rusty gun and looks at it in awe. He hastily proceeds to dust it off with his bare hands, placing it in his satchel shortly after. Kody proceeds on his way, walking on through the barren wasteland. "I could really go for some meat" he says out loud to himself. He trails off course towards a village where he hopes to find food...
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Kody Petrov is a descendent of a famous Soviet warhero. When he was born his family was forced to give him up to the NCR. At the age of 5, he accidentally exposed himself to some radiation after sneaking away from the NCR camp. At the age of 13, he went back to the camp and stole supplies, food, and a weapon. He traveled far and wide in search of a home, meeting many companions along the way. After staying a while at a little village, it was raided by the NCR who were looking for him. He retaliated, winning the respect of the village as well as more supplies and food. At the age of 24, he finally settled down in New Vegas but was still looking for work...
IGN:domo702
Age:13
Role-Play Exp.I love fallout three and I play roll playing games like Dungeons an Dragons which makes me good at role playing.
Why Us:I love fallout I love role playing and I love minecraft.
Name:Declan
Gender:male
Age:12
RP Example: Survived in the the pain and is now looking for my family.
Back story: A boy whose been out in the open living on my own trying to make things work my goal is to find Crashed aleins and use the technology to gain lots of power.
No. Rp example and back story are way too short. Make them better.
IGN:squeky516
Age:16
Role-Play Exp.:Played in many servers that require role playing and play many rpgs
Why Us:I always wanted a good looking server to Role play on and i love fallout
Time You Can Dedicate:3:00 to 9:00
IC
Name:Cole
Gender:M
Age:23
Fears:None
Personality:Mature,Loyal,Hardworking
Skills:Explosives,Firearms,Crafting
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example:Cole:*Pulls out smg and whispers* Okay. Theres 2 guards on 3 we kill them.
Other soldier:*Nods and crawls silently into the hall*
Cole:*whispers* 3...2...1 *fires smg at guards* good job lets go
Backstory: I was born and raised in a small town in texas. Had a few freinds and a good family. I was well educated at the nearby schools. I just finished my first year at college when the bombs went off. The bomb was 30 miles away from the college. The fallout was termendous maybe only a hand full survived at the school. We searched the entire area for supplies. We somehow managed to find some weapons and a car and set off to find more survivors. It had`nt taken long to find out the wasteland was rough. The mutants first of all are just plain scary we even have a spotter to look out for them. A few months later we found a trace of civilization but know one was therewas no one around so we kept searching. Finally one of our spotters said he saw something in the distance. It turns out it was a small lil patch of heaven. The locals were very nice so we decided to stay. But our luck wasent the best in the wasteland. It turns out they had a rival town that always attacked so we set off to defeat them. It didnt take long to acomplish that but when we came back we found everyone dead. We gathered what we could then set off again, hopefully with better luck.
Sorry, still bad background. The server is in the year 2307. Your in the beginning of Fallout and ghouls dont even live that long. You have one last chance then you are denied forever.
IGN: ToxicSnowmen
Age: 16
Role-Play Exp.: Guy... I have played so many roll-play games, examples: E.S Morrowind, E.S Oblivion, Fallout 3, Fallout NV, Runescape, W.o.W, Half Life 1-2, Garry's mod, Team Fortress 2, Starcraft 2, Spiral Knights, Red Dead Redemption, Final Fantasy, ext... I can name tons more.
Why Us: Because you look like a good server and I love the Fallout franchise and Roleplaying games more than you know.
Time You Can Dedicate: All/any time.
IC
Name: John Marshall
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Appearance: 6 feet, 5 inches tall. Caucasian, dark brown hair, hazle eyes, normal body,
Fears: Dying
Personality: Don't care much about anyone or anything, including family members. I care for myself and do whats best to survive. Interested in pre-war technology and science.
Occupation: Survivor
Skills: Good shot, base builder/fortifier, gatherer, hunter, wiring/electricity (redstone) and killer.
Nickname (Optional): Oneshot
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
Zack:"Hey John, why did you want me waiting behind these bushes with you again? You forgot to mention."
John:"I already told you Zack, we are going to raid this Carravan."
Zack:"But then we would be no better than those raider scum!"
John:"I know... but we have to survive somehow."
Zack:"No i'm not doing this."
John:"Do you want to live off of radiated food and **** water!? Because I am ****in tired of it!"
Zack:"I guess your right... wait here comes the Carravan."
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):I was born into this baren wasteland of this hellish world that we humans call our home. The Mojave is a place full of greed and death, which I got to experience first hand. I grew up with my parents in a small comunity that was hardly disturbed, because of it's remote location. I learned to hunt, cook, farm, build, you name it. All the necessities of survival were at my disposal. Over the years I lived in the community I met all the people who lived there, as you would expect from a small town inhabitant. I personaly never really cared for anyones problems, if they live or died, or if they thrived or starved. I always just cared for myself no matter how selfish people thought it was. When I turned 8 years old I started exploring alot of the wasteland away from our humble abode, which is when I found my first computer. It was broken but I still found interest in technology, how it worked, what it could accomplish. From then on I began scavenging all the pre-war tech and all things related to it I could find. As I grew older, so did my parents. They died when I turned 17, because life in the Mojave didn't last very long with all the radiation and other problems. As my 20th birthday came around, we were found. Our peacefull town was reduced to fire and death from some cult who called themselves the Legion. Mutilated bodies were hung from chains and heads were impaled and spikes then droven into the ground, not to mention crucifictions. I gathered some important belongings and left my town in a hurry. I had no idea where I was headed, but I walked for days. Surviving was no problem for me, it was the fact that I was always in danger that bothered me. Traveling through the Mojave without a home was a new experience for me, an experience that I am I novice to. I knew I coulden't trust anyone I came across. On my journey I came across a camp, it was inhabited by a group who calls themselves the New California Republic. They took me in as an extra gun for the time being. Sense I had learned how to use a gun already I didn't need much training. For a while I felt safe again, like I had a new home. But once I just got cozy things got real hot with the Legion, a fatal enemy to the N.C.R. the Legion were persistant and determined. The battle lasted about 2 days before the Legion took the camp and held prisoners. I happened to be one of those prisoners, I guess you could say it was lucky considering the other option was death. They were taking us somewhere, they never told us. But along the way the Legion were ambushed by another group called the Enclave. Seeing we were already prisoners they took us over. They stated that we were to "Become another victim of the Mojave". They put a bullet in me and left me for dead, along with the other prisoners. I came around later, I don't know how long I had been out and to the looks of it I was the only survivor. I had enough strength to walk about a mile before I collapsed again. Thats all I remember before waking up in a small town by the name of Novac. After they cleaned me up I was sent on my way again, so here I am now.
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if you have been accepted you have been accepted, you dont have to worry, but you wont be whitelisted until server is up.
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So you have already been accepted?
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No problem, have a good wait hehehe
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Grammatical and spelling errors need to be fixed, NCR doesnt really have access to vertibirds, they would have used the monorail to escape if any did, please fix those.
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Nice. Though you should seperate that last part from backstory, was caught up in it and then was like, what the hell? lol but ya, pretty good, language is not a problem, Fallout is a rated M game and if people dont like it, too bad. Though always remember moderation and dont mean is OOC, unless person deserves it of course and everyone else is too Accepted
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Its fine and thanks for the help, there have been quite a few bad ones
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*Pull trigger and blows head off* This is madness!!!! Why didnt you just repost???? No one is going to read that far back.... Its fine though, just remember, you can help yourself get whitelisted by
1. Reposting
2. Don't bring up that you have reposted many times
3. Don't repost if told it will be looked at if it hasn't been very long.
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Better, Accepted. I cannot, however, accept your Soviet app. It would be better for you to seperate it from this and repost it. Also, dont edit the app, it is always better to repost it with edit, if you just edit then it will probably be lost.
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And if you had read through the last 3-4 pages you would see what I mean. And dont get me started on the messages I have been getting.
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Damn, another England kid, THIS IS IMPOSSIBLE AND WE HAVE ALREADY SHOT DOWN THE REST OF THESE KIND OF APPS. Please make it Fallout related and Rp example is not what rp games you have played, but how you rp. That kind of stuff would go under RP experience and it doesnt even count for much cause dialogue in all those games is scripted and you only choose what to say, not actually say anything.
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Meh, could use more detail. Need more back story
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No. Rp example and back story are way too short. Make them better.
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Sorry, still bad background. The server is in the year 2307. Your in the beginning of Fallout and ghouls dont even live that long. You have one last chance then you are denied forever.
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Im really sorry :sad.gif: