My Idea about the whole Building question would be this.
1-A player can claim... say... A certain amount of chests and doors. I'd also hope that players could have a small area to designate as their own (like a 10x10 radius)
2- Towns can be created following an application. This should be directly proportionate to the amount of Active Players on, and a town should be, in spirit, a minor faction. Towns population cap is also directly linked to the active server population
(Note, I have already been whitelisted. I am only re-writing my character application)
IC:
Name: James Westin
Age: 35
Gender: Male
Character's signifying traits and attributes:Wears a clean (for the wasteland) white lab coat with crosses, and honorary gift from the Followers for years of Service, with a yellow undershirt. Dark brown hair, blue eyes, and a white-almost pale-complexion.
S.P.E.C.I.A.L.:
(Just like in the game, you have 40 points to add to whoever categories you choose):
Strength- 4
Perception-7
Endurance-4
Charisma-7
Intelligence-9
Agility-5
Luck-4
RP Scenario: (Use the scenario written below)
Time: 3:18 P.M.
Location: 27 miles South of Columbus.
As you're walking north along a desolate highway to a few hundred meters ahead you can see 2 large black birds circling in the sky, to the east a few miles off large thunderheads can be seen. Hopeful to avoid the storm you begin to walk a bit more briskly scanning your area to find shelter from the rain. You observe a small light grey smoke plume coming from the median of the highway only a couple hundred meters away. Before approaching the scene you take a quick look in your bag (below is a list of your items). As you approach the scene you can see that it is a Summit Trading Company Caravan that has been hit, the merchant lies dead near a slaughtered Brahman blood covers his clothing and a box of items is scattered near him. Of the two guards, one lies near a jersey barrier; empty shell casings from the cowboy repeater are scattered around the body. The other guard is struggling to pull himself upright using the one of the carts wheels, his leg has been blown off below the shin and is now nothing but a bloody mix of singed skin and asphalt.
Bag contents:
1x 10mm Pistol
7x 10mm Pistol rounds
1x bottle of dirty water
2x mentants
1x salisbury steak
1x Squirrel on a stick
1x small radio (working)
1x stimpak
1x Half-used first aid kit (missing supplies)
What do you do?: With the acute sense of medical knowledge that my character has collected from his studies, I rush to the only man left alive. I remove the First-Aid Kit from my bag, and select the aging bottle of peroxide from the kit, and pour it on a clean sheet of gauze, and then proceeding to wrap the man's nub of a leg in gauze. The man screams out in pain, but remains conscious. I finish wrapping the leg, and stopping the immediate bleeding, finds one tablet of Med-X. Realizing that the Med-X will be more effective if it where injected, I remove a needle from the box, put some water into the glass vial at the top of the needle, crush the Med-X Tablet and dissolve it into the water, and inject it into the wounded man. It seems to ease his pain and make him drowsy, which is good. I quickly scribble a note, leaving it by the half lucid guard, telling him to stay put while I went for help. I drag him behind the jersey barrier, pile his deceased comrades clothes on him in preparation for the cold desert nights. As the Sun Sets, I leave the wreckage and head down the highway, looking for the closest civilized settlement.
Character biography (At LEAST 2 paragraphs): James Westin was born into a wealthy Brahmin Ranching Family in Illinois in 2207, during a great boom in population and the rebuilding of Civilization in that area. Being well off, Westin had access to a large pool of books that he read from. Within ten years of Westin's birth, he was reading vigorously, enjoying books on Medicine, Disease, the Human Body, and many failed Social and Economic Policies of Pre-War times. At the Age of fourteen his parents had taken note of his interest in medicine, and hired a well known retired doctor, Martin Lee. James Westin was so enthused about learning medical practices that he continued the lessons. Almost everything that was taught to Westin knew about Modern Medicine he learned from Lee. They trained until his unfortunate crippling, after he was run over by a loose Brahmin and Paralyzed. By this time, Westin was 19, and had learned nearly everything that a general doctor should know. Illinois had become a stale memory for him, and only served to remind him of his Mentors grave injury. Besides that, Westin longed for adventure. In July of 2226, he sets off on an adventure to the Southwest, an adventure that would take ten years, and carve its way through much of the American South West. Westin followed Highway 80 from Illinois west through Iowa, Nebraska, and then the 76 through Colorado, the 70 through Utah, and the I-15 through Nevada and California. This "First Leg" of his Journey took him about two and a half years to complete. While traveling in Boneyard, he found himself nearly out of supplies and caps. Noticing that a group calling themselves the "Followers of the Apocalypse" needed medical professionals such as himself, he joined, mostly to receive food and water. However, his stay with the Followers changed much more than that. Originally, his right-winged Ideals about such things clashed with the Followers view about the world. he quickly realized that not all of his pre-conceived notions about the world where correct. His time spent with the Followers would enlighten him and made his views more sympathetic towards the Liberal side. His time with the Followers would leave him changed. When he left four years later, there were many laughs, tears, and goodbyes said. Westin vowed that he would spread the Followers wealth of knowledge through the East, and took much of it's knowledge with him, on his Holographic Disk. Following the same route back up, he took his time to aid the Local populace wherever he could. But Westin had decided not to stay in his native state of Illinois. He wished to help people in a much more needy State, and, while briefly staying in Indiana, he finally decided on Columbus, Ohio. He had heard that Ohio, and Columbus especially, had a deficit in trained Doctors. Westin moved into the Defunct Hospital, and has been aiding the Local Populace, as well as the Summit Trading Company in its grievances. Westin believes in a Strong, Independent Columbus, and generally cares about the local population, doing his best to educate and aid the people of Columbus, and for the most part believes that things can be solved diplomatically, some people just have to be shot in the Head. And that to achieve a goal, "the ends always justify the means".
What faction and position are you applying for?: Commander of the Enclave Forces
Why should we let you have a leadership position in this faction?:I have a large amount of Rp Experience, both on Fallout servers, and other Role-Play Servers. Besides this, my duty is to my Government, as should be all in the Wasteland.
Do you have any experience with anything like this? Give specifics: I have, mostly on Fallcraft New Vegas, where I commanded the Followers of the Apocalypse
Have you ever played on any Fallout role-play servers? Give specifics:Yes. Fallcraft, Last Days, Last Days Relaunch,and I built on three other Fallout servers, Echoes of War, the Manhattan Project, and bradys failed western server.
How much experience do you have in Fallout?: I am a seasoned walker of the wastes.
Write a good 2 paragraphs, one including a brief history of the faction, and the other connecting your character to the faction: The Enclave is a Pre-War Organization the Remnants of the American Government. In the days before Radiation scorched the land, the President and important members of the American Government where moved offshore, while other members (Mostly of the Armed forces and weapons research branch) where moved to bunkers throughout the United States, their duty to Re-Establish America after the War. Two days before the sudden beginning and end of the Great War, every person deemed essential to the war effort was transported away from Dangerous and heavily populated zones. When the bombs fell, the Majority of America's forces where far away from any radiation that so many other people fell victim to. In the aftermath of the bombings, The Ohio and all other armed forces divisions remained safely inside their bunkers, and continued to do so, planning the day that the Star Spangled Banner would again fly high above the wastes.
James Florence and the Ohio Division
By the time that James Florence had taken command, Ohio was a changed place. No longer was it an incredibly numerous amount of small and divided tribes that constantly warred and fought over petty issues, but a land that began to unite under three banners. To the south lay The Summit Trading company, a tough band of Caravan Drivers who had been underestimated by the Enclave's scouts as a small group that would, like all the other factions, have a relatively short lifespan. It now is the powerhouse of trade in the Region. However, more dangerous threats to the Ohio Division's security lay far south, in the Stonewall Republic and the Children of Enoch. From the Scots of the Ohio division came a report that the Children of Enoch where some sort of religious cult, and all who did not worship as they do where either savagely murdered or beaten until they renounced their beliefs in favor of Enoch, or until they were dead. The Stonewall Republic had originated somewhere south of Ironville, in the bombed and irradiated husk of South Virginia. Slavers after their long dead relatives, the Stonewall Republic has a large amount of cheap labor at its hands, and any captured are immediately brought into slavery. James Florence knew that the Ohio Division had waited far too long in obscurity, and once he was the Commander of the Ohio Division, he organized an assault mission to take back Akron for America, which he successfully completed. Once in power, Florence took note of the recent destruction of the Oil Platform on the West Coast, and organized a new policy that promoted Freedom and Equality, and winning the hearts and minds of the people.
The "Florence Laws" decreed that:
1. In all Enclave territory, you shall not kill, harm, or otherwise hinder another man, unless you reason beyond doubt that he is trying to harm you.
2. All people, whether they are American citizens or not, have freedom to trade and wander in American Territory, unless they mean malcontent or harm to The Citizens or Soldiers of America.
3. Anyone, unless they have serious tresspasses against America, may become a Citizen of America.
4. All Citizens have the right to Bear Arms, and in times of war can join the Enclave's armed force as a Militia, in order to maintain our way of life.
5. All Citizens can be given a small house and farm to equip and feed themselves, in order to become a more productive member of society.
6. Although Citizens of America may freely move in and out of Settlements, all non citizens must apply for a Day Pass before entering the City, or will be perceived as hostile, allowing the use of force. Day Passes only last for one day, and can be renewed the following morning. If any Non-Citizen is found at night, he will be forcefully escorted to the walls of the town.
7. if a person is accused of a crime deemed important enough to be heard in court, three Jurors will be assigned to a case. A case may take no longer than a day to resolve, or it may be thrown out, or appealed to the Commander of Enclave Forces. The Jurors or the Commander of Military forces may decide what the punishment may be, within reason.
8. Indentured Slavery is a legal way of reparations if the guilty does not posses sufficient fund to repay the wronged, although it is limited to one and a half years.
9. If deemed an enemy of America, you do not have the right to trial, and lose all above rights.
10. Sabotaging America's military will deem you as an "Enemy of America", meaning the loss of all basic rights.
11. Property Seizure from American citizens by the Government is only permitted when said Citizen is an "Enemy of America" or it has been Authorized by the Commander of America's Military.
12. Tax can be applied in moderation by the Government, but in war time can be raised 3% universally, but no higher.
13. The "Florence Laws" may be changed, altered, or removed, with a 5 Juror Majority Vote, or a Commander's Idict. However, said Idict, because it is not chosen by the people, only remains in effect for one year. If the Commander would like to renew it, it must be approved by the majority of 5 Jurors.
OOC
In game name: arrowbeans
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Country or timezone: United States, PST.
Have you played any Fallout games? Which one(s): Fallout 1,2,3, and New Vegas.
Why do you want to play on this server?:Its a Fallout Rp Server, and the Enclave is in it. Plus I can Haz Admin.
Did you read the rules?: Yes
Have you read the lore?: Helped write some of it. So Yes.
IC
Name: Colonel James Florence
Age: 41
Gender: Male
Character's signifying traits and attributes:
S.P.EC.I.A.L.:
(Just like in the game, you have 40 points to add to whoever categories you choose):
Strength- 6
Perception- 8
Endurance- 5
Charisma- 8
Intelligence- 8
Agility- 4
Luck- 5
RP example (At LEAST a paragraph): As James Florence watched the last of his men assemble at their pre-designated positions, he couldn't help but smile. He couldn't help but think that this was one large step into the right direction- that of Freedom. That of America. An Enclave soldier troted up to him, saluted, and gave a report: "First, Second, and third squads in position. Support Squads are in Position, and Lieutenant Fenway asks for permission to proceed." *Florence Nods* "Permission Granted, proceed." The Soldier trotted back down two his unit, and a minute later, the Enclave soldiers moved in. Our scouts had been observing the Sentries routes for weeks, an they where quickly and quietly dispatched. A minute later, screams where heard in the inhabited parts of the Village, and sporadic gunfire that quickly stopped. The town of Akron, the first of the many Conquests that the Enclave would gain, was theirs. Character Biography:James Florence was born into the Enclave way of life 2201, deep underneath the Desolate Wastes of Ohio. His early years where spent learning basic Enclave Indoctrination videos, and a very basic education, coupled with days at home with his mother, or an occasional day at the Barracks with his father, late Colonel Augustus Florentine, who commanded the Enclave's Ohio Division. His early childhood was uneventful, until the age of eight, when he was taken to start basic commander training, his teacher being his own Father. Jame's Father was a fiercely patriotic man, and although he loved his son, he had to make sure that he would be fit to lead the Enclave after his retirement. The routine started like this: Wake up at 4:30. Eat nutrient enriched Military Rations (10 Minutes). Strategy from 4:40- 8:40. Various Cardiovascular Exercises 8:40-9:40. Weight Lifting 9:40-10:10. 10:10-11:10 Speech Writing. 2 Hours Rest, and Repeat. It was through this especially grueling routine that he gained his best command features. He excelled most at the Strategic Training and Speech Writing, which was something that would be especially helpful in the war many years down the road. His regular officer training started at sixteen, but the daily routine that his father set him far ahead of the pack, and few where able to offer any challenge to the young James. During this time he did observe his colleagues, making friends with the strongest and most intelligent, and making sure that the weak and less promising always where suppressed. These new friends would become his trusted subordinates later in his life. As to be expected, at the age of 20, James Florence Graduated at the top of his class, and made sure that his trusted friends where not far behind. His father, grey now the dominant color of his hair, was planning to resign. He did not directly name his successor, instead putting it to a vote of who should replace him. James Florence was appointed by a tiny majority, and became the next Colonel. As Colonel, he authorized Scouting squads to take to the surface, and for the first time since Atomic Fire had scorched the Earth, the doors of the Bunker where opened. for the next Twenty years, careful reconnaissance was done. It reviled that the town only a half mile away from the entrance was all but abandoned, and this would be the suitable place to set up an Outpost. Besides this, the Enclave carefully established a network of loyalists from the bunker, both collecting intelligence and serving as an early warning mechanism for approaching armies. Creating detailed maps, the Enclave's forces also learned much about the surrounding terrain. Finally, on October 2240, Colonel Florence was ready to make his move. The Enclave mobilized its forces shortly after nightfall, and shortly before dawn had completely surrounded Akron, and its small number of inhabitants. In the light of Pre-Dawn, with the very top of the sun just beginning to show, the Enclave swept from door to door, moving whatever inhabitants they found into a group near the center of town. Any who tried to resist where shot. An hour later, they where moved into the woods, forced to dig a shallow pit for their "new quarters", and after they where finished, where promptly shot. Not one had escaped, and it remained a mystery for many weeks afterwords as to the Fate of Akron. The Enclave quickly fortified their new position, and under the leadership of Colonel Florence, they repelled a half-hearted attack by disgruntled relatives. It seemed that the Enclave where here to stay, and within a few days broadcasts of a Land lost long ago to the Bitterness of Men Filled the Air-Ways, and patriotic music. Freedom was coming to the Ohio wastes, and all knew it. The ENds Justify The Means.
OOC: IGN:arrowbeans Age:15 Time you can dedicate: During Summer,a large amount of time. Not so Sure about school Why us?:First off, I live in California, and Love San Francisco.Secondly, This looked like wonderful RP Server. Thirdly, The Followers and the Enclave are my favorite Faction. And Fourth(ly?), a Friend (Sadie) recommended it to me. I also sent in a building app,its a shame about those guys that destroyed the Build Server :/ Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples)Role-play is an interaction between two characters (While in Character, obviously) Define Meta-gaming in your words: The Use of OOC knowledge In Character. Define Power-gaming in your words:Such as *Shoots James in the Head before he can react* Did you join our website? I did
IC: Name: Chryslus Redding Nickname: (Optional) Age: 35 Gender: Male Appearance:5 feet and 8 inches tall, with Light-Brown hair, and Blue eyes. Wears a Lab coat over proper Doctors attire. Sewn into the inside of his Lab Coat, however, is a small bit of America's Pre-War flag, and a miniature version of the Enclave's insignia. Personality: Insightful,and highly intelligent, Redding has always believed in the Power of Democracy and of America that his Father once spoke of with true conviction. He is loyal to those who follow ways of the Old World, especially of the Enclave, of which his father, Granite had always spoke of. He believes that the Enclave can restore order to the wastes. Redding also holds the Followers in high regard, do to the charity and selflessness of their actions trying to aid and re-educate the wasteland. His opinions of the Followers are also quite high due to their tolerance and even acceptance of Homosexuality, a rarity in the Wasteland at this time. His opinions on both the NCR and the Bear, however, fall far below that. Redding, while thinking that Tandi and Aredesh's original idea was noble, has seen that once more the same human attributes had weaseled their way back into the system. It was now a "Democracy", but controlled by the Rich and the Powerful. The same went for the Brotherhood, greedy in another Currency- That of technology, that the Brotherhood Obsess over. (A note I would like to add. I Never stated that I hated Currency. Or Capitalism. I simply stated that in the NCR's case, the Rich and powerful had made the system less efficient , as the people who had a large amount of either power or money tended to use that Power/Money to increase it further. This decreased the NCR's operating efficiency. Take, for Example, General Oliver. He has a 5 in all of his special skills, and brilliant commanders do not have a five on intelligence. Besides that, Oliver's strategy of “massing troops” at the Dam and cutting off the NCR in the Mojave from receiving reinforcements, and not even trying to counter-attack the Legion, as they slowly picked off NCR numbers was a terrible Idea and a great strategical Blunder. How do you think he got to be overall commander of the Mojave military? Politics. Besides this; here's JE Sawyer on Oliver: “General Oliver doesn't seem to grasp basic military strategy. What real life persons were an inspiration for his character? Would you agree Oliver's the main cause the war is going badly for the NCR?”
“He's a mishmash of various aggressive, blockheaded military commanders. Generals LeMay and Patton are obvious examples, though completely without the forethought of those two men.”
— J.E. Sawyer As for the Brotherhood, as you saw illustrated in the Mojave chapter, they are also corrupted and controlled by Technology, it is their main purpose, and all else comes after. “Tech First, then You”. Even if that eventually means getting left behind, as was touched on somewhat in Veronica's Quest: I could make you care) In-game RP example: (Include dialog): *Harken Vigorously shakes Chryslus awake* Harken: Chryslus! Wake up! You have to go! Half of the Boneyard thinks your- Chryslus: What? What are you talking about...? *He says the sentence Groggily* Harken: Someone found an old Enclave suit of Power armor in his basement! He's been arrested, and your next! The Rangers are headed this way now! Chryslus: Good Lord..... *Suddenly Alert* Alright, let me collect a few things *He springs out of bed, starts to gather his most important items, including a 10mm pistol, and hurriedly stuffs them in his brief case, except for the pistol, which he nudges under his belt* Harken: Chryslus.... I'm going to miss you. I don't know what I would do... *He let the sentence trail off* Chryslus: A few years from now, if you still haven't found someone else? I will be back. But I have to go, now. *Chryslus and Harken embrace each other for a few moments, and then dashes out the main entrance of the Follower's Complex, dashing no more then a few feet in front of two NCR Rangers* NCR Ranger: Halt! Halt in the name of the Republic! *Chryslus increases speed in response, sprinting away from the Rangers* *The two Rangers also run after him* Chryslus, knowing he will soon be overtaken by the physically superior Rangers, turns wildly onto different streets and alleyways, making unpredictable turns, eventually ducking into an abandoned stall, where he waits for the Rangers to run past, which they do* *Taking a moment to catch his breath and collect himself, he Quickly exits the city, and heads out into the wastes, his destination San Fransisco* Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs) Chryslus was born in 2244, two years after the Destruction of the Enclave Oil Rig, to Granite (Leader of the Enclave Control Company) who, on that Faithful day, decided his life was more Valuable then the Enclave, and aided the Chosen One in the final moments of the fight on the Oil Rig. However, no other Enclave personnel stationed there survived the Attack, and Sergeant Granite and his squad where never uncovered for their betrayal of the Enclave on the Oil Rig, and where welcomed back to Navarro with Open arms. Granite had a Romance with one of the Women there, later Chryslus' Mother, Snookie, much to the Annoyance of a Computer guard who was also stationed there. After a few years of peaceful living on Navarro, the NCR finished what the Chosen One had started. During the attack, Granite escaped with the young Chryslus. Although it is unknown what happened to Snookie, it is likely that she died in the attack or escaped via Vertibird. Granite and Chryslus then re-integrated far from where Navarro, heading south, to the Boneyard. In the earliest years of Chryslus' life, he remembered seeing his father for a few days, and then him having to go and guard Caravans to pay for the cost of living. Yet, he spent most of his earlier life with the Followers of the Apocalypse, and under their watchful care, he quickly developed a healthy interest in both Math and Science. Yet his true calling, both in those early years and his later ones as well, would be Medicine. He found himself amazed that such a damaged human body could be “salvaged” by one man with a knowledge of the Anatomy of a Human. The Followers, quickly noticing his thirst for Knowledge, started to educate him in basic First Aid, as well as beginners Math and Science. His rate of learning was incredibly fast, and by age fifteen he was assisting in minor surgeries. It was around this time that his Father, Granite, “enlightened” him as to his real origins, his Father's affiliations with the Enclave, and his own views of society and the world, which Chryslus agreed with, except for the Enclave's principal that those who where exposed to the wasteland where somehow lesser beings, and the Enclaves view (I assume anyways, the Enclave being based on the Nation of America in the 50's, when Homosexuality was a terrible crime)view on gay men or women being somehow less than the average being. Besides this, he agreed with all that the Enclave stood for, and thought the Enclave to be a “New Beginning” for America, and thought that they where the best option that the Wasteland had to Offer, showing themselves as Granite had described, to be an efficient system unlike what the NCR was already on the road to. By the time Chryslus was seventeen, he presided as head of his first major surgery, that of the removal of a punctured lung. He also came to the realization that he would never be interested in women as more then friends, and preferred men, although he kept this fact secret from his Father. After a few more years of studying human anatomy, diseases, and many other Medical related pursuits, as well as increasing his field-knowledge by continuing to do more and more advanced Medical Procedures, Chyslus became a fully-fledged doctor, and worked with the Followers as much as possible, to be an instrument of good in the world. It was at this time that Granite retired from the immense physical strain of a Caravan Guard, and opened up his own General Store with the extra money saved from his en-devours as a Caravan Guard. It became quite successful due to Granite's low and fair prices. His business quickly prospered, and with the amount of money he was making, he quickly ascended into the ranks of the Social Elite, and Hosted some events. Eventually even Granites weariness of making friends subsided, and he left some of his fears behind. In the Years that followed he opened a second and third branch of his retail store. (Bringing us to 2277) As fate would have it, at one of his events that Granite hosted with his new found wealth, one of guests lost their way to the Restrooms, and through a series of Doorways, and down into the basement..... She saw a Dusty old piece of Mrk. II combat Armor, this model used exclusively by the Enclave. Soon, the NCR military arrived, and Granite was arrested, tried, and promptly hanged over the next few months. However, Chryslus, hearing of his fathers arrest, and assuming that they would arrest him purely on suspicion, as well as knowing of many people' s immense hate for the Enclave (And assuming his Trial would be effected in a major way), Quickly weighed his options, gathered his most important and essential items, and hastily left the Boneyard, never to return. He traveled to San Francisco, Knowing that the NCR has no presence at all within the city, and that the large population would make it hard to find Chryslus, if he were in fact tracked down. He spent the next few months avoiding public contact, and, after evaluating that it was safe again, opened up a Clinic in San Francisco, which he has been working at with a few staff members, until the year 2279 *Powers up Vault boy 3,000*
A Quick note about Snookie: I hope that you didn’t confuse the real life Snookie with the one from Fallout 2. I wasn't sure and I wanted to be clear that she is a Character that can be found in Navarro, NOT on Jersey shore . Granite was also a Fallout 2 Character. Hopefully this is up to par now.
OOC:
IGN:arrowbeans
Age:15
Time you can dedicate: During Summer,a large amount of time. Not so Sure about school
Why us?:First off, I live in California, and Love San Francisco.Secondly, This looked like wonderful RP Server. Thirdly, The Followers and the Enclave are my favorite Faction. And Fourth(ly?), a Friend (Sadie) recommended it to me. I also sent in a building app,its a shame about those guys that destroyed the Build Server :/
Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples)Role-play is an interaction between two characters (While in Character, obviously)
Define Meta-gaming in your words: The Use of OOC knowledge In Character.
Define Power-gaming in your words:Such as *Shoots James in the Head before he can react*
Did you join our website? I did
IC:
Name: Chryslus Redding
Nickname: (Optional)
Age: 35
Gender: Male
Appearance:5 feet and 8 inches tall, with Light-Brown hair, and Blue eyes. Wears a Lab coat over proper Doctors attire. Sewn into the inside of his Lab Coat, however, is a small bit of America's Pre-War flag, and a miniature version of the Enclave's insignia.
Personality: Insightful,and highly intelligent, Redding has always believed in the Power of Democracy and of America that his Father once spoke of with true conviction. He is loyal to those who follow ways of the Old World, especially of the Enclave, of which his father, Granite had always spoke of. He believes that the Enclave can restore order to the wastes. Redding also holds the Followers in high regard, do to the charity and selflessness of their actions trying to aid and re-educate the wasteland. His opinions of the Followers are also quite high due to their tolerance and even acceptance of Homosexuality, a rarity in the Wasteland at this time. His opinions on both the NCR and the Bear, however, fall far below that. Redding, while thinking that Tandi and Aredesh's original idea was noble, has seen that once more the same human attributes had weaseled their way back into the system. It was now a "Democracy", but controlled by the Rich and the Powerful.The same went for the Brotherhood, greedy in another Currency- That of technology, that has so polluted their minds that it is all they see, and will ultimately be their own destruction.
In-game RP example: (Include dialog)It was getting Dark, and as Chryslus surveyed the Pre-War Community in the last rays of sunlight, he thought that there was a certain beauty to a Dead and Decaying World. His Partner, Jack, made some noise behind him, no doubt preparing for the Slavers that would come by later that night. He took one more glance at the the small ruined pre-war town from the ruined third story of an abandoned Motel, and turned to face Jack."Jack? have the mines been placed yet? Jack turned to him, and gave a quick nod, then went back to rummaging through the backpack of supplies we had brought along."Any Idea when our guests will stop by?" Jack Nodded, and mumbled: "About Eleven or so". "Good" was my only Reply. I took this time to re-position my Scoped Hunting Rifle on a different window-sill, giving me more Cover of the Main Street. "Well, I'm going to turn in" said Jack. "Oh, sure, I don't mind taking first watch. Thanks for asking". Jack Mumbled "No Problem" and was soon fast asleep. But our "Guests" did not disappoint.I awoke Jack when I saw the Group headed into town, thanks to my Night-Vision scope. I quickly awoke Jack, he got into Position on the First Floor, and I covered him from the top Floor of the Motel. They walked in, and halted for a second. One shouted "Hello?", and Jack answered back with a Wave, and motioned the Slavers over. It seemed that there where two or so Slaves in their charge. That's when a Rather Large Explosion went off, killing one of the Slavers, and Maiming another. I dispatched another two with quick and Precise Shots from my Hunting Rifle. Jack quickly ended the brief confrontation with a few well aimed bursts from his Sub Machine Gun. The two Slaves where petrified with fear. Jack reassuringly told them to stay where they where, as he precariously picked his way across the small minefield he had placed earlier towards the slaves. He Returned a short time later, with the two Slaves."Good work Jack. Are you two all right?" *The Slaves both Nod their heads Vigorously* Jack interjects:"Well, we should rest and head out then. I will take the rest of the Night watch. You guys get some sleep..........
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs) Chryslus was born in 2244, two years after the Destruction of the Enclave Oil Rig, to Granite (Leader of the Enclave Control Company) who, on that Faithful day, decided his life was more Valuable then the Enclave. However, no other Enclave personnel stationed there survived the Attack, and Sergeant Granite and his squad where never uncovered for their betrayal of the Enclave on the Oil Rig, and where welcomed back to Navarro with Open arms. Granite had a Romance with one of the Women there, later Chryslus' Mother, Snookie, much to the Annoyance of a Computer guard who was also stationed there. After a few years of peaceful living on Navarro, the NCR finished what the Chosen One had started. During the attack, Granite escaped with Chryslus. Although it is unknown what happened to Snookie, it is likely that she died in the attack or escaped via Vertibird. Granite eventually found his way to San Francisco, and far away from NCR control, hired himself out as a Mercenary on Trade Caravans.In his spare days he taught his child about the basics of fighting, shooting, as well as basic math and science, although he wasn't particularly good at the last two. He also taught him Old World values, as well as those of the Enclave, which he insisted would remain "their little Secret". While his Father was away on Caravan business, the local Followers of the Apocalypse establishment watched for him, and seeing his interest in Sciences, taught him the basics of Biology and Medical Aid. By the time he was fifteen, he spent all his time with the Followers, already hard at work studying to become a doctor. And life was good. Chryslus' father, Granite, had saved enough caps to purchase a small store front, and started a small trading company, which profited well, being that he knew the traders and could work out cheaper prices for the same quality as other stores. Chryslus, much to the dismay of his Father, would never find the "right woman". He had realized that he had never had an interest in anyone other than a man, but worked hard to keep this from his Father, knowing he would dissaprove immensely. By the time Chryslus had tuned nineteen, Granite was one of the wealthiest shop owners in San Francisco. just a year after Chryslus completed his Doctors training, and had become a fully fledged doctor, opened up a small and respectable Clinic. Sadly, not even his own Son could prevent the Inevitable from occurring. His father, while walking back from the Supply Depot with a new batch of supplies for his store, collapsed and died almost immediately. It was later determined that he had died of a Heart Attack, which was odd for his age, to say the least. Chryslus, not wanting to be burdened with the Business, as he already worked full time in his Clinic, Sold out to their Competitors for a fair price. And, if not for Chryslus' near death experience a few years later, he still would have owned that Clinic. Already wealthy beyond belief from the sale of his Father's store, Chryslus hosted a Party for the Social Elite of the Town. Only the best of Pre-War wines where served, and Chryslus even managed to obtain Caviar for the Party. The Gala went on until early in the Morning. Chryslus was so tired by that point he couldn't even make it to bed, and fell asleep on the couch. However, the "Lower Class" of the
town did not take to kindly to this, as well as the recent lack of Donations given to the Followers, who where doing their best to keep everyone alive and well, and where having a tough time doing so. So, a few petty thieves brought it upon themselves to relive Chryslus of some of his valuable items and pawn them for the Followers. Oddly enough, Chryslus heard them, and was awoken. Although clearly outnumbered, Chrysulus refused to give up, forcing the petty thieves to shoot or be shot, Wounding Chryslus badly, and then running away before whatever rudimentary law enforcement arrived . If it had not been for the Follower's teachings, he would have died that day. But he managed to stop the Bleeding until help could arrive. When Chryslus had recovered, he was a changed man. He drastically reduced prices and entry fees to his clinic, giving the Followers some slack. He also regularly donated to them, and Hosted Charitable events at which others did as well.The Vice of Greed and Power no longer controlled Chryslus. But despite that, he did not feel as though he belonged. Not yet..... So, in the year of 2279, he debates joining the Followers (I would of said that he did, but there's a rule against that D: )
*Powers up Vault boy 3,000*
No Offense to any of the People who Read the Applications, but I think that my app MAY have been skipped over. Partially it could be due to my need to get your review back, so I can Improve on it. Anyhow, thanks!
OOC:
IGN:arrowbeans
Age:15
Time you can dedicate: During Summer,a large amount of time. Not so Sure about school
Why us?:First off, I live in California, and Love San Francisco.Secondly, This looked like wonderful RP Server. Thirdly, The Followers and the Enclave are my favorite Faction. And Fourth(ly?), a Friend (Sadie) recommended it to me. I also sent in a building app,its a shame about those guys that destroyed the Build Server :/
Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples)Role-play is an interaction between two characters (While in Character, obviously)
Define Meta-gaming in your words: The Use of OOC knowledge In Character.
Define Power-gaming in your words:Such as *Shoots James in the Head before he can react*
Did you join our website? I did
IC:
Name: Chryslus Redding
Nickname: (Optional)
Age: 35
Gender: Male
Appearance:5 feet and 8 inches tall, with Light-Brown hair, and Blue eyes. Wears a Lab coat over proper Doctors attire. Sewn into the inside of his Lab Coat, however, is a small bit of America's Pre-War flag, and a miniature version of the Enclave's insignia.
Personality: Insightful,and highly intelligent, Redding has always believed in the Power of Democracy and of America that his Father once spoke of with true conviction. He is loyal to those who follow ways of the Old World, especially of the Enclave, of which his father, Granite had always spoke of. He believes that the Enclave can restore order to the wastes. Redding also holds the Followers in high regard, do to the charity and selflessness of their actions trying to aid and re-educate the wasteland. His opinions of the Followers are also quite high due to their tolerance and even acceptance of Homosexuality, a rarity in the Wasteland at this time. His opinions on both the NCR and the Bear, however, fall far below that. Redding, while thinking that Tandi and Aredesh's original idea was noble, has seen that once more the same human attributes had weaseled their way back into the system. It was now a "Democracy", but controlled by the Rich and the Powerful.The same went for the Brotherhood, greedy in another Currency- That of technology, that has so polluted their minds that it is all they see, and will ultimately be their own destruction.
In-game RP example: (Include dialog)It was getting Dark, and as Chryslus surveyed the Pre-War Community in the last rays of sunlight, he thought that there was a certain beauty to a Dead and Decaying World. His Partner, Jack, made some noise behind him, no doubt preparing for the Slavers that would come by later that night. He took one more glance at the the small ruined pre-war town from the ruined third story of an abandoned Motel, and turned to face Jack."Jack? have the mines been placed yet? Jack turned to him, and gave a quick nod, then went back to rummaging through the backpack of supplies we had brought along."Any Idea when our guests will stop by?" Jack Nodded, and mumbled: "About Eleven or so". "Good" was my only Reply. I took this time to re-position my Scoped Hunting Rifle on a different window-sill, giving me more Cover of the Main Street. "Well, I'm going to turn in" said Jack. "Oh, sure, I don't mind taking first watch. Thanks for asking". Jack Mumbled "No Problem" and was soon fast asleep. But our "Guests" did not disappoint.I awoke Jack when I saw the Group headed into town, thanks to my Night-Vision scope. I quickly awoke Jack, he got into Position on the First Floor, and I covered him from the top Floor of the Motel. They walked in, and halted for a second. One shouted "Hello?", and Jack answered back with a Wave, and motioned the Slavers over. It seemed that there where two or so Slaves in their charge. That's when a Rather Large Explosion went off, killing one of the Slavers, and Maiming another. I dispatched another two with quick and Precise Shots from my Hunting Rifle. Jack quickly ended the brief confrontation with a few well aimed bursts from his Sub Machine Gun. The two Slaves where petrified with fear. Jack reassuringly told them to stay where they where, as he precariously picked his way across the small minefield he had placed earlier towards the slaves. He Returned a short time later, with the two Slaves."Good work Jack. Are you two all right?" *The Slaves both Nod their heads Vigorously* Jack interjects:"Well, we should rest and head out then. I will take the rest of the Night watch. You guys get some sleep..........
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs) Chryslus was born in 2244, two years after the Destruction of the Enclave Oil Rig, to Granite (Leader of the Enclave Control Company) who, on that Faithful day, decided his life was more Valuable then the Enclave. However, no other Enclave personnel stationed there survived the Attack, and Sergeant Granite and his squad where never uncovered for their betrayal of the Enclave on the Oil Rig, and where welcomed back to Navarro with Open arms. Granite had a Romance with one of the Women there, later Chryslus' Mother, Snookie, much to the Annoyance of a Computer guard who was also stationed there. After a few years of peaceful living on Navarro, the NCR finished what the Chosen One had started. During the attack, Granite escaped with Chryslus. Although it is unknown what happened to Snookie, it is likely that she died in the attack or escaped via Vertibird. Granite eventually found his way to San Francisco, and far away from NCR control, hired himself out as a Mercenary on Trade Caravans.In his spare days he taught his child about the basics of fighting, shooting, as well as basic math and science, although he wasn't particularly good at the last two. He also taught him Old World values, as well as those of the Enclave, which he insisted would remain "their little Secret". While his Father was away on Caravan business, the local Followers of the Apocalypse establishment watched for him, and seeing his interest in Sciences, taught him the basics of Biology and Medical Aid. By the time he was fifteen, he spent all his time with the Followers, already hard at work studying to become a doctor. And life was good. Chryslus' father, Granite, had saved enough caps to purchase a small store front, and started a small trading company, which profited well, being that he knew the traders and could work out cheaper prices for the same quality as other stores. Chryslus, much to the dismay of his Father, would never find the "right woman". He had realized that he had never had an interest in anyone other than a man, but worked hard to keep this from his Father, knowing he would dissaprove immensely. By the time Chryslus had tuned nineteen, Granite was one of the wealthiest shop owners in San Francisco. just a year after Chryslus completed his Doctors training, and had become a fully fledged doctor, opened up a small and respectable Clinic. Sadly, not even his own Son could prevent the Inevitable from occurring. His father, while walking back from the Supply Depot with a new batch of supplies for his store, collapsed and died almost immediately. It was later determined that he had died of a Heart Attack, which was odd for his age, to say the least. Chryslus, not wanting to be burdened with the Business, as he already worked full time in his Clinic, Sold out to their Competitors for a fair price. And, if not for Chryslus' near death experience a few years later, he still would have owned that Clinic. Already wealthy beyond belief from the sale of his Father's store, Chryslus hosted a Party for the Social Elite of the Town. Only the best of Pre-War wines where served, and Chryslus even managed to obtain Caviar for the Party. The Gala went on until early in the Morning. Chryslus was so tired by that point he couldn't even make it to bed, and fell asleep on the couch. However, the "Lower Class" of the
town did not take to kindly to this, as well as the recent lack of Donations given to the Followers, who where doing their best to keep everyone alive and well, and where having a tough time doing so. So, a few petty thieves brought it upon themselves to relive Chryslus of some of his valuable items and pawn them for the Followers. Oddly enough, Chryslus heard them, and was awoken. Although clearly outnumbered, Chrysulus refused to give up, forcing the petty thieves to shoot or be shot, Wounding Chryslus badly, and then running away before whatever rudimentary law enforcement arrived . If it had not been for the Follower's teachings, he would have died that day. But he managed to stop the Bleeding until help could arrive. When Chryslus had recovered, he was a changed man. He drastically reduced prices and entry fees to his clinic, giving the Followers some slack. He also regularly donated to them, and Hosted Charitable events at which others did as well.The Vice of Greed and Power no longer controlled Chryslus. But despite that, he did not feel as though he belonged. Not yet..... So, in the year of 2279, he debates joining the Followers (I would of said that he did, but there's a rule against that D: )
*Powers up Vault boy 3,000*
Now, Before I start this, a little Disclaimer. I realize that your character shouldn't start in a faction, or be related to one in your back round, but I have always truly loved the Enclave. And I couldn't resist it. Hopefully it's on Par with that Wonderful America that Eden described in his Radio Broadcasts.... That being said, if you really feel the need for me to change it? I can re-write it. (If you copy and paste it into a skype chat its easy to read, just saying, and sorry, I did not realize that the 8 size for Font was that small..)
OOC: IGN:arrowbeans Age:15 Time you can dedicate: During Summer,a large amount of time. Not so Sure about school Why us?:First off, I live in California, and Love San Francisco.Secondly, This looked like wonderful RP Server. Thirdly, The Followers and the Enclave are my favorite Faction. And Fourth(ly?), a Friend (Sadie) recommended it to me. I also sent in a building app,its a shame about those guys that destroyed the Build Server :/ Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples)Role-play is an interaction between two characters (While in Character, obviously) Define Meta-gaming in your words: The Use of OOC knowledge In Character. Define Power-gaming in your words:Such as *Shoots James in the Head before he can react* Did you join our website? I did
IC: Name: Chryslus Redding Nickname: (Optional) Age: 35 Gender: Male Appearance:5 feet and 8 inches tall, with Light-Brown hair, and Blue eyes. Wears a Lab coat over proper Doctors attire. Sewn into the inside of his Lab Coat, however, is a small bit of America's Pre-War flag, and a miniature version of the Enclave's insignia. Personality: Insightful,and highly intelligent, Redding has always believed in the Power of Democracy and of America that his Father once spoke of with true conviction. He is loyal to those who follow ways of the Old World, especially of the Enclave, of which his father, Granite had always spoke of. He believes that the Enclave can restore order to the wastes. Redding also holds the Followers in high regard, do to the charity and selflessness of their actions trying to aid and re-educate the wasteland. His opinions on both the NCR and the Bear, however, fall far below that. Redding, while thinking that Tandi and Aredesh's original idea was noble, has seen that once more the same human attributes had weaseled their way back into the system. It was now a "Democracy", but controlled by the Rich and the Powerful.The same went for the Brotherhood, greedy in another Currency- That of technology, that has so polluted their minds that it is all they see, and will ultimately be their own destruction. In-game RP example: (Include dialog)It was getting Dark, and as Chryslus surveyed the Pre-War Community in the last rays of sunlight, he thought that there was a certain beauty to a Dead World. His Partner, Jack, made some noise behind him, no doubt preparing for the Slavers that would come by later that night. He took one more glance at the the small ruined pre-war town from the ruined third story of an abandoned Motel, and turned to face Jack."Jack? have the mines been placed yet? Jack turned to him, and gave a quick nod, then went back to rummaging through the backpack of supplies we had brought along."Any Idea when our guests will stop by?" Jack Nodded, and mumbled: "About Eleven or so". "Good" was my only Reply. I took this time to re-position my Scoped Hunting Rifle on a different window-sill, giving me more Cover of the Main Street. "Well, I'm going to turn in" said Jack. "Oh, sure, I don't mind taking first watch. Thanks for asking". Jack Mumbled "No Problem" and was soon fast asleep. But our "Guests" did not disappoint.I awoke Jack when I saw the Group headed into town, thanks to my Night-Vision scope. He got into Position on the First Floor, and I covered him from the top Floor of the Motel. They walked in, and halted for a second. The leader, I assumed, shouted: "Hello?", and Jack answered back with a Wave, and motioned the Slavers over. It seemed that there where two or so Slaves in their charge. That's when a Rather Large Explosion went off, killing the Slaver leader, who was on point, and Maiming another. I dispatched another two with quick and Precise Shots from my Hunting Rifle. Jack ended the brief confrontation with a few well aimed bursts from his Sub Machine Gun. The two Slaves where petrified with fear. Jack reassuringly told them to stay where they where, as he precariously picked his way across the small minefield he had placed earlier, heading towards the slaves. He Returned a short time later, with the two Slaves."Good work Jack. Are you two all right?" *The Slaves both Nod their heads Vigorously* Jack interjects:"Well, we should rest and head out then. I will take the rest of the Night watch. You guys get some sleep"..........
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs) Chryslus was born in 2244, two years after the Destruction of the Enclave Oil Rig, to Granite (Leader of the Enclave Control Company) who, on that Faithful day, decided his life was more Valuable then the Enclave. However, no other Enclave personnel stationed there survived the Attack, and Sergeant Granite and his squad where never uncovered for their betrayal of the Enclave on the Oil Rig, and where welcomed back to Navarro with Open arms. Granite had a Romance with one of the Women there, later Chryslus' Mother, Snookie, much to the Annoyance of a Computer guard who was also stationed there. After a few years of peaceful living on Navarro, the NCR finished what the Chosen One had started. During the attack, Granite escaped with Chryslus. Although it is unknown what happened to Snookie, it is likely that she died in the attack or escaped via Vertibird. Granite eventually found his way to San Francisco, and far away from NCR control, hired himself out as a Mercenary on Trade Caravans.In his spare days he taught his child about the basics of fighting, shooting, as well as basic math and science, although he wasn't particularly good at the last two. He also taught him Old World values, as well as those of the Enclave, which he insisted would remain "their little Secret". While his Father was away on Caravan business, the local Followers of the Apocalypse establishment watched for him, and seeing his interest in Sciences, taught him the basics of Biology and Medical Aid. By the time he was fifteen, he spent all his time with the Followers, already hard at work studying to become a doctor. And life was good. Chryslus' father, Granite, had saved enough caps to purchase a small store front, and started a small trading company, which profited well, being that he knew the traders and could work out cheaper prices for the same quality as other stores. By the time Chryslus had tuned nineteen, Granite was one of the wealthiest shop owners in San Francisco. just a year after Chryslus completed his Doctors training, and had become a fully fledged doctor, opened up a small and respectable Clinic. Sadly, not even his own Son could prevent the Inevitable from occurring. His father, while walking back from the Supply Depot with a new batch of supplies for his store, collapsed and died almost immediately. It was later determined that he had died of a Heart Attack, which was odd for his age, to say the least. Chryslus, not wanting to be burdened with the Business, as he already worked full time in his Clinic, Sold out to their Competitors for a fair price. And, if not for Chryslus' near death experience a few years later, he still would have owned that Clinic. Already wealthy beyond belief from the sale of his Father's store, Chryslus hosted a Party for the Social Elite of the Town. Only the best of Pre-War wines where served, and Chryslus even managed to obtain Caviar for the Party. The Gala went on until early in the Morning. Chryslus was so tired by that point he couldn't even make it to bed, and fell asleep on the couch. However, the "Lower Class" of the town did not take to kindly to this, as well as the recent lack of Donations given to the Followers, who where doing their best to keep everyone alive and well, and where having a tough time doing so. So, a few petty thieves brought it upon themselves to relive Chryslus of some of his valuable items and pawn them for the Followers. Oddly enough, Chryslus heard them, and was awoken. He reached for his 10MM pistol, and although clearly outnumbered, refused to give up, forcing the petty thieves to shoot or be shot, Wounding Chryslus badly, and then running away empty-handed. If it had not been for the Follower's teachings, he would have died that day. But he managed to stop the Bleeding until help could arrive. When Chryslus had recovered, he was a changed man. He drastically reduced prices and entry fees to his clinic, giving the Followers some slack. He also regularly donated to them, and Hosted Charitable events at which others did as well.The Vice of Greed and Power no longer controlled Chryslus. But despite that, he did not feel as though he belonged. Not yet..... So, in the year of 2279, he debates joining the Followers (I would of said that he did, but theres a rule against that D:)
Define role playing in your own words, do you have any past role playing experiences? Role playing: Playing as a certain person relevant to the time, age , and setting. I have Role-Played on many Fallout servers
What is your reason for applying to this server? The lack of good Fallout servers
Have you been banned before, if so why? I have not.
Do you agree with our rules, how about the lore? Lore is interesting.
Will you use the server's official texture pack? Yes
Define Powergaming in your own words, example: *Snaps Spinal Cord in half from behind, takes body of person A and beats person B to death with it before either of them have a chance to react*
Define Metagaming in your own words, example: Using Out of character knowledge to advance your character in game, such as: Hearing someone talk in Global chat, and gains that knowledge.
In Character
Character name: Atticus Fisher
Your character's story so far: Born Into a sheltered world beneath the torn Skies of what had been the Nevada Desert. His family, the Fishers, where a privileged pedigree Pre-catastrophe. His father, a wealthy CEO of a flourishing technologies company was never a risk taking man. Seeing that the world was becoming more unstable everyday-and fearing the worst, He set about the construction of a bunker for him and his family underneath his estate, five or so miles outside of Vegas. After the completion of the Bunker, he sold his stocks, and became a recluse. One year and a few months later, the world went to hell. I was born inside this Bunker some years later.Luckily for me, my father had also saved some of his closest friends, and people who had "suitable Gene pools for re-population" from the Horrors outside. My life was often dull and uneventful. The same routine commenced every day. Out of all of this, our survival training was the most entertaining. After I received my first "Weapon" (a bb gun) i spent most of my free time at the Vault gun range, or else in the medical Sciences department, which I had taken a great interest in. But the Vault was in serious trouble by the time I had turned 19. The vaults Life Support System was on its last legs. With all the Spare parts inside the vault consumed already, my father, the "Overseer" hand-picked a few to head in search of replacement parts.My dad reluctantly picked me, knowing that I was the most trained marksman available. We split into groups of two, and headed out. As the elevator took us to the surface, I became incredibly excited! Imagine something you have wondered about your whole life! As the doors opened, I looked through my Hazmat suit, and saw Ruins, death, an nothing............ The next few months of my life would make me wish I had stayed in the Vault permanently.
Does or did your character have any companions or family? Yes. His Father How old is your character? 19 Describe what your character looks like, any distinctive physical features? White, Blue eyes, brunet hair. Everything else is covered by the haz-mat suit. How does your character act?Cool, calm, and collected
Character's occupation: Atticus has both been trained in the Medical Sciences field as well as the Designated Marksman of the Retrieval Team.
Does your character have an education? (Read or write) Yes.
Any special skills that your character has, nothing unbalanced: A trained Marksman, and a good doctor.
Does your character hate or fear anything? Anarchy, Chaos, and Uncleanly people
Describe an example of your character in great suffering and pain (RP, and Long): The Crack of a Rifle sounded from the left, at about one hundred meters . As the Bullet impacted his left thigh, Atticus let out a shreak. The raider laughed, and said: "Stop moving, you little pig, and this will all be over soon" he laughed again, and sent another bullet my way, which shreaked a few inches from my head, and impacted the wall behind me. I rolled Quickly to the nearest cover, and covered my screams of agony with my free hand every time I rolled.Raider:" Someone's put a pretty price on your head Atticus, for what you done to the Raider's round here." Another bullet embedded itslef in my shoulder, and I screamed loudly, unable to muffle it this time. I gripped tightly onto my revolver, as I could hear the raider approaching on the right. "15 meters" I mumbled to myself. "10"...."5". And then the report of another rifle, to the back of me. A dull thud was heard, a the raiders body dropped to the ground. I looked around, but I was loosing blood to quickly. As my eyes shut tight, I felt hands hoisting me onto their owners back. And then nothing.
I have no idea why this thread has not been removed. Anyways, this server is dead, and will continue to remain so. Or at the very least, this thread is. To anyone who does not know already, please suspend all applications until the "all clear" is sounded. which will probably be never.
i've been searching for a server like this for at least two months and cant find any to go on I remember a server like this i played on, it was cool i helped out on ideas and ect. if anyone could point me to a fallout server rp? mostly sprout related?
Also, I would recommend fallcraft New Vegas. They are releasing in just about a week, I believe?
Define role playing in your own words, do you have any past role playing experiences? Role playing: Playing as a certain person relevant to the time, age , and setting. I have Role-Played on many Fallout servers
What is your reason for applying to this server? The lack of good Fallout servers
Have you been banned before, if so why? I have not.
Do you agree with our rules, how about the lore? Lore is interesting.
Will you use the server's official texture pack? Yes
Define Powergaming in your own words, example: *Snaps Spinal Cord in half from behind, takes body of person A and beats person B to death with it before either of them have a chance to react*
Define Metagaming in your own words, example: Using Out of character knowledge to advance your character in game, such as: Hearing someone talk in Global chat, and gains that knowledge.
In Character
Character name: Atticus Fisher
Your character's story so far: Born Into a sheltered world beneath the torn Skies of what had been the Nevada Desert. His family, the Fishers, where a privileged pedigree Pre-catastrophe. His father, a wealthy CEO of a flourishing technologies company was never a risk taking man. Seeing that the world was becoming more unstable everyday-and fearing the worst, He set about the construction of a bunker for him and his family underneath his estate, five or so miles outside of Vegas. After the completion of the Bunker, he sold his stocks, and became a recluse. One year and a few months later, the world went to hell. I was born inside this Bunker some years later.Luckily for me, my father had also saved some of his closest friends, and people who had "suitable Gene pools for re-population" from the Horrors outside. My life was often dull and uneventful. The same routine commenced every day. Out of all of this, our survival training was the most entertaining. After I received my first "Weapon" (a bb gun) i spent most of my free time at the Vault gun range, or else in the medical Sciences department, which I had taken a great interest in. But the Vault was in serious trouble by the time I had turned 19. The vaults Life Support System was on its last legs. With all the Spare parts inside the vault consumed already, my father, the "Overseer" hand-picked a few to head in search of replacement parts.My dad reluctantly picked me, knowing that I was the most trained marksman available. We split into groups of two, and headed out. As the elevator took us to the surface, I became incredibly excited! Imagine something you have wondered about your whole life! As the doors opened, I looked through my Hazmat suit, and saw Ruins, death, an nothing............ The next few months of my life would make me wish I had stayed in the Vault permanently.
Does or did your character have any companions or family?
Yes. His Father How old is your character?
19 Describe what your character looks like, any distinctive physical features?
White, Blue eyes, brunet hair. Everything else is covered by the haz-mat suit. How does your character act?Cool, calm, and collected
Character's occupation: Atticus has both been trained in the Medical Sciences field as well as the Designated Marksman of the Retrieval Team.
Does your character have an education? (Read or write) Yes.
Any special skills that your character has, nothing unbalanced: A trained Marksman, and a good doctor.
Does your character hate or fear anything? Anarchy, Chaos, and Uncleanly people
Describe an example of your character in great suffering and pain (RP, and Long): The Crack of a Rifle sounded from the left, at about one hundred meters . As the Bullet impacted his left thigh, Atticus let out a shreak. The raider laughed, and said: "Stop moving, you little pig, and this will all be over soon" he laughed again, and sent another bullet my way, which shreaked a few inches from my head, and impacted the wall behind me. I rolled Quickly to the nearest cover, and covered my screams of agony with my free hand every time I rolled.Raider:" Someone's put a pretty price on your head Atticus, for what you done to the Raider's round here." Another bullet embedded itslef in my shoulder, and I screamed loudly, unable to muffle it this time. I gripped tightly onto my revolver, as I could hear the raider approaching on the right. "15 meters" I mumbled to myself. "10"...."5". And then the report of another rifle, to the back of me. A dull thud was heard, a the raiders body dropped to the ground. I looked around, but I was loosing blood to quickly. As my eyes shut tight, I felt hands hoisting me onto their owners back. And then nothing.
IGN: arrowbeans Gender: Male Age: 15 Have you read the rules: yes. I am Wonderfully Frugal. Have you read the lore: Yes RP Experience: Ransom's Server, Lost Days Fallout Experience: Fallout 1, Fallout 3, Fallout New Vegas Define Meta Gaming: Using OOC Knowledge as if it where IC knowledge; Knowing things that your player hadn't overheard IC Define Power Gaming: The use of extreme Rp; something unfair, such as: *Cuts of head from behind with one sword stroke*
IC - Name: Carmen Tenant Gender: Female Age: 40 Race: Human Appearance: 5"8, blue eyes, brunet hair. wears an old green army trench coat, with an american flag tucked into the pocket. underneath that, he wears a black elastic shirt underneath this, with an american flag-pin on her shirt. For lower apparel she wears USA Combat Pants. Signifying Traits: Lightly built. Intense Blue-Green Eyes. Dirty Blond Hair. Signifying Skills: Speech, Barter, and Repair. S.P.E.C.I.A.L.'s: (40 points to distribute, maxes out on 10) Strength- 7 Perception- 4 Endurance- 5 Charisma- 8 Intelligence- 6 Agility- 5 Luck- 5
RP example: The meeting room was tense. what the Colonel had just proposed was incredibly important and incredibly dangerous. Carmen looked at him quizzically for a moment, and then spoke: Sir, what possessed you to give this job to me? I know I have experience in the wasteland- but what your proposing.... Colonel: Its incredibly important that after what has recently happened, with the Enclave loosing the purifier to the brotherhood, and that metal machine, Liberty Prime, things have not being going well. Since your last recon mission we have also lost more than a few checkpoints and outposts. Speaking from experience, I still believe that the Enclave can hold back the tide of the Brotherhood at Adams Air Force base, but we need a contingency plan. IF the Enclave loose this war with the brotherhood, much progress on the East Coast will be lost. But, there is a suitable location reasonably far away from here where we would like to send you, to blend in with the civilian population. You will be our eyes and ears on the Long Island. Tenant: But sir, wouldn't you want to send a more experienced officer their? Colonel:Tenant, your quite possibly the most experienced officer, and you also are greatly charismatic and have experience dealing with these native populations. The Enclave needs to learn from its mistakes, one of which is treating the population as inhuman, even though they should be. There is a radio tower there that can be amplified to reach our closest outpost to NY. Your vertibird leaves tonight. God Speed, and God Bless the Enclave.
*Tenant Salutes, and the Colonel salutes back*
Tenant: God Bless the Enclave sir! *Walks out of the command room* Biography: Born inside Adams Air-force Base in 2250, and raised strictly on non-irradiated food, and the propaganda of the Enclave, Tenant is a true a patriot as any in the Enclave. Not being introduced to other ways of thinking until eighteen, he is and always will be loyal to the Enclave's cause, no matter how immoral its seems to the unfit people of the wastes. Trained to be an officer in the Enclave's forces until the age of eight, when a new program was developed- Based in the ways and techniques of pre-war American Intelligence, men like Tenant where sent in to observe settlements and the ways of common sub-humans for the time that the Enclave would re-claim America for its untainted people. Clandestine training required much more skill, work, and talent then the any normal Enclave program did (With the exception of Sigma squad and other elite Enclave soldiers). Not only did you have to prove your improved skill in information gathering, eavesdropping, and silent techniques of combat (CQB and Silenced weapon training)- but you had to be charismatic, easily blend in with that of other wastelanders, but also subject yourself to an incredibly low style of living, witch goes completely against the training of the Enclave. Tenant found it particularly hard to treat Ghouls and Humans with the respect that most wastelanders thought they "deserved". Tenant was sent to survey a small settlement to the southwest of DC named Girdershade for a time, and then, once he had accomplished the basics of blending in with common wastelanders, he was transfered to a large settlement North of DC, located in the ruins of Atlantic City. He stayed there until she was notified of the defeat of the Enclave at the Purifier, and given a mission to recon an area far to the North, on Long Island. he was told to infiltrate a settlment named Babylon*, and with a large amount of caps and a convincing story, quickly established himself as the owner of the abandoned Bar in Babylon. She has been using herself (Employed under Jason Reaves, as a courier) to carry messages inconspicuously between her and the Enclave base, now relocated to Long Island. While Carmen is gone, Aislin Jackson, her trusted co-owner watches the bar for her.
Denied. That Rp example needs some more work, although I like the premise. if you just post a re-written Rp example, I will most likely accept you. And, why did you re-post your Rp example in your second app?
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IGN: stev_med
Gender: male
Age: 20
Have you read the rules: yes
Have you read the lore: yes
RP Expierence: been on a bunch of fallour rp servers such as sins of the father and the vault rp to name a few, i also rped in the mmos swtor and swg
Fallout Expierence: fallout 3 and new vegas
Define Meta Gaming: using ooc knowledge in character
Define Power Gaming: useing overpowers abilities to force rp onto other. IE trying to kill someone off without their concent.
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1-A player can claim... say... A certain amount of chests and doors. I'd also hope that players could have a small area to designate as their own (like a 10x10 radius)
2- Towns can be created following an application. This should be directly proportionate to the amount of Active Players on, and a town should be, in spirit, a minor faction. Towns population cap is also directly linked to the active server population
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IC:
Name: James Westin
Age: 35
Gender: Male
Character's signifying traits and attributes:Wears a clean (for the wasteland) white lab coat with crosses, and honorary gift from the Followers for years of Service, with a yellow undershirt. Dark brown hair, blue eyes, and a white-almost pale-complexion.
S.P.E.C.I.A.L.:
(Just like in the game, you have 40 points to add to whoever categories you choose):
Strength- 4
Perception-7
Endurance-4
Charisma-7
Intelligence-9
Agility-5
Luck-4
RP Scenario: (Use the scenario written below)
Time: 3:18 P.M.
Location: 27 miles South of Columbus.
As you're walking north along a desolate highway to a few hundred meters ahead you can see 2 large black birds circling in the sky, to the east a few miles off large thunderheads can be seen. Hopeful to avoid the storm you begin to walk a bit more briskly scanning your area to find shelter from the rain. You observe a small light grey smoke plume coming from the median of the highway only a couple hundred meters away. Before approaching the scene you take a quick look in your bag (below is a list of your items). As you approach the scene you can see that it is a Summit Trading Company Caravan that has been hit, the merchant lies dead near a slaughtered Brahman blood covers his clothing and a box of items is scattered near him. Of the two guards, one lies near a jersey barrier; empty shell casings from the cowboy repeater are scattered around the body. The other guard is struggling to pull himself upright using the one of the carts wheels, his leg has been blown off below the shin and is now nothing but a bloody mix of singed skin and asphalt.
Bag contents:
1x 10mm Pistol
7x 10mm Pistol rounds
1x bottle of dirty water
2x mentants
1x salisbury steak
1x Squirrel on a stick
1x small radio (working)
1x stimpak
1x Half-used first aid kit (missing supplies)
What do you do?: With the acute sense of medical knowledge that my character has collected from his studies, I rush to the only man left alive. I remove the First-Aid Kit from my bag, and select the aging bottle of peroxide from the kit, and pour it on a clean sheet of gauze, and then proceeding to wrap the man's nub of a leg in gauze. The man screams out in pain, but remains conscious. I finish wrapping the leg, and stopping the immediate bleeding, finds one tablet of Med-X. Realizing that the Med-X will be more effective if it where injected, I remove a needle from the box, put some water into the glass vial at the top of the needle, crush the Med-X Tablet and dissolve it into the water, and inject it into the wounded man. It seems to ease his pain and make him drowsy, which is good. I quickly scribble a note, leaving it by the half lucid guard, telling him to stay put while I went for help. I drag him behind the jersey barrier, pile his deceased comrades clothes on him in preparation for the cold desert nights. As the Sun Sets, I leave the wreckage and head down the highway, looking for the closest civilized settlement.
Character biography (At LEAST 2 paragraphs): James Westin was born into a wealthy Brahmin Ranching Family in Illinois in 2207, during a great boom in population and the rebuilding of Civilization in that area. Being well off, Westin had access to a large pool of books that he read from. Within ten years of Westin's birth, he was reading vigorously, enjoying books on Medicine, Disease, the Human Body, and many failed Social and Economic Policies of Pre-War times. At the Age of fourteen his parents had taken note of his interest in medicine, and hired a well known retired doctor, Martin Lee. James Westin was so enthused about learning medical practices that he continued the lessons. Almost everything that was taught to Westin knew about Modern Medicine he learned from Lee. They trained until his unfortunate crippling, after he was run over by a loose Brahmin and Paralyzed. By this time, Westin was 19, and had learned nearly everything that a general doctor should know. Illinois had become a stale memory for him, and only served to remind him of his Mentors grave injury. Besides that, Westin longed for adventure. In July of 2226, he sets off on an adventure to the Southwest, an adventure that would take ten years, and carve its way through much of the American South West. Westin followed Highway 80 from Illinois west through Iowa, Nebraska, and then the 76 through Colorado, the 70 through Utah, and the I-15 through Nevada and California. This "First Leg" of his Journey took him about two and a half years to complete. While traveling in Boneyard, he found himself nearly out of supplies and caps. Noticing that a group calling themselves the "Followers of the Apocalypse" needed medical professionals such as himself, he joined, mostly to receive food and water. However, his stay with the Followers changed much more than that. Originally, his right-winged Ideals about such things clashed with the Followers view about the world. he quickly realized that not all of his pre-conceived notions about the world where correct. His time spent with the Followers would enlighten him and made his views more sympathetic towards the Liberal side. His time with the Followers would leave him changed. When he left four years later, there were many laughs, tears, and goodbyes said. Westin vowed that he would spread the Followers wealth of knowledge through the East, and took much of it's knowledge with him, on his Holographic Disk. Following the same route back up, he took his time to aid the Local populace wherever he could. But Westin had decided not to stay in his native state of Illinois. He wished to help people in a much more needy State, and, while briefly staying in Indiana, he finally decided on Columbus, Ohio. He had heard that Ohio, and Columbus especially, had a deficit in trained Doctors. Westin moved into the Defunct Hospital, and has been aiding the Local Populace, as well as the Summit Trading Company in its grievances. Westin believes in a Strong, Independent Columbus, and generally cares about the local population, doing his best to educate and aid the people of Columbus, and for the most part believes that things can be solved diplomatically, some people just have to be shot in the Head. And that to achieve a goal, "the ends always justify the means".
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Why should we let you have a leadership position in this faction?:I have a large amount of Rp Experience, both on Fallout servers, and other Role-Play Servers. Besides this, my duty is to my Government, as should be all in the Wasteland.
Do you have any experience with anything like this? Give specifics: I have, mostly on Fallcraft New Vegas, where I commanded the Followers of the Apocalypse
Have you ever played on any Fallout role-play servers? Give specifics:Yes. Fallcraft, Last Days, Last Days Relaunch,and I built on three other Fallout servers, Echoes of War, the Manhattan Project, and bradys failed western server.
How much experience do you have in Fallout?: I am a seasoned walker of the wastes.
Write a good 2 paragraphs, one including a brief history of the faction, and the other connecting your character to the faction: The Enclave is a Pre-War Organization the Remnants of the American Government. In the days before Radiation scorched the land, the President and important members of the American Government where moved offshore, while other members (Mostly of the Armed forces and weapons research branch) where moved to bunkers throughout the United States, their duty to Re-Establish America after the War. Two days before the sudden beginning and end of the Great War, every person deemed essential to the war effort was transported away from Dangerous and heavily populated zones. When the bombs fell, the Majority of America's forces where far away from any radiation that so many other people fell victim to. In the aftermath of the bombings, The Ohio and all other armed forces divisions remained safely inside their bunkers, and continued to do so, planning the day that the Star Spangled Banner would again fly high above the wastes.
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In game name: arrowbeans
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Country or timezone: United States, PST.
Have you played any Fallout games? Which one(s): Fallout 1,2,3, and New Vegas.
Why do you want to play on this server?:Its a Fallout Rp Server, and the Enclave is in it. Plus I can Haz Admin.
Did you read the rules?: Yes
Have you read the lore?: Helped write some of it. So Yes.
IC
Name: Colonel James Florence
Age: 41
Gender: Male
Character's signifying traits and attributes:
S.P.EC.I.A.L.:
(Just like in the game, you have 40 points to add to whoever categories you choose):
Strength- 6
Perception- 8
Endurance- 5
Charisma- 8
Intelligence- 8
Agility- 4
Luck- 5
RP example (At LEAST a paragraph): As James Florence watched the last of his men assemble at their pre-designated positions, he couldn't help but smile. He couldn't help but think that this was one large step into the right direction- that of Freedom. That of America. An Enclave soldier troted up to him, saluted, and gave a report: "First, Second, and third squads in position. Support Squads are in Position, and Lieutenant Fenway asks for permission to proceed." *Florence Nods* "Permission Granted, proceed." The Soldier trotted back down two his unit, and a minute later, the Enclave soldiers moved in. Our scouts had been observing the Sentries routes for weeks, an they where quickly and quietly dispatched. A minute later, screams where heard in the inhabited parts of the Village, and sporadic gunfire that quickly stopped. The town of Akron, the first of the many Conquests that the Enclave would gain, was theirs. Character Biography:James Florence was born into the Enclave way of life 2201, deep underneath the Desolate Wastes of Ohio. His early years where spent learning basic Enclave Indoctrination videos, and a very basic education, coupled with days at home with his mother, or an occasional day at the Barracks with his father, late Colonel Augustus Florentine, who commanded the Enclave's Ohio Division. His early childhood was uneventful, until the age of eight, when he was taken to start basic commander training, his teacher being his own Father. Jame's Father was a fiercely patriotic man, and although he loved his son, he had to make sure that he would be fit to lead the Enclave after his retirement. The routine started like this: Wake up at 4:30. Eat nutrient enriched Military Rations (10 Minutes). Strategy from 4:40- 8:40. Various Cardiovascular Exercises 8:40-9:40. Weight Lifting 9:40-10:10. 10:10-11:10 Speech Writing. 2 Hours Rest, and Repeat. It was through this especially grueling routine that he gained his best command features. He excelled most at the Strategic Training and Speech Writing, which was something that would be especially helpful in the war many years down the road. His regular officer training started at sixteen, but the daily routine that his father set him far ahead of the pack, and few where able to offer any challenge to the young James. During this time he did observe his colleagues, making friends with the strongest and most intelligent, and making sure that the weak and less promising always where suppressed. These new friends would become his trusted subordinates later in his life. As to be expected, at the age of 20, James Florence Graduated at the top of his class, and made sure that his trusted friends where not far behind. His father, grey now the dominant color of his hair, was planning to resign. He did not directly name his successor, instead putting it to a vote of who should replace him. James Florence was appointed by a tiny majority, and became the next Colonel. As Colonel, he authorized Scouting squads to take to the surface, and for the first time since Atomic Fire had scorched the Earth, the doors of the Bunker where opened. for the next Twenty years, careful reconnaissance was done. It reviled that the town only a half mile away from the entrance was all but abandoned, and this would be the suitable place to set up an Outpost. Besides this, the Enclave carefully established a network of loyalists from the bunker, both collecting intelligence and serving as an early warning mechanism for approaching armies. Creating detailed maps, the Enclave's forces also learned much about the surrounding terrain. Finally, on October 2240, Colonel Florence was ready to make his move. The Enclave mobilized its forces shortly after nightfall, and shortly before dawn had completely surrounded Akron, and its small number of inhabitants. In the light of Pre-Dawn, with the very top of the sun just beginning to show, the Enclave swept from door to door, moving whatever inhabitants they found into a group near the center of town. Any who tried to resist where shot. An hour later, they where moved into the woods, forced to dig a shallow pit for their "new quarters", and after they where finished, where promptly shot. Not one had escaped, and it remained a mystery for many weeks afterwords as to the Fate of Akron. The Enclave quickly fortified their new position, and under the leadership of Colonel Florence, they repelled a half-hearted attack by disgruntled relatives. It seemed that the Enclave where here to stay, and within a few days broadcasts of a Land lost long ago to the Bitterness of Men Filled the Air-Ways, and patriotic music. Freedom was coming to the Ohio wastes, and all knew it. The ENds Justify The Means.
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IGN:arrowbeans
Age:15
Time you can dedicate: During Summer,a large amount of time. Not so Sure about school
Why us?:First off, I live in California, and Love San Francisco.Secondly, This looked like wonderful RP Server. Thirdly, The Followers and the Enclave are my favorite Faction. And Fourth(ly?), a Friend (Sadie) recommended it to me. I also sent in a building app,its a shame about those guys that destroyed the Build Server :/
Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples)Role-play is an interaction between two characters (While in Character, obviously)
Define Meta-gaming in your words: The Use of OOC knowledge In Character.
Define Power-gaming in your words:Such as *Shoots James in the Head before he can react*
Did you join our website? I did
IC:
Name: Chryslus Redding
Nickname: (Optional)
Age: 35
Gender: Male
Appearance:5 feet and 8 inches tall, with Light-Brown hair, and Blue eyes. Wears a Lab coat over proper Doctors attire. Sewn into the inside of his Lab Coat, however, is a small bit of America's Pre-War flag, and a miniature version of the Enclave's insignia.
Personality: Insightful,and highly intelligent, Redding has always believed in the Power of Democracy and of America that his Father once spoke of with true conviction. He is loyal to those who follow ways of the Old World, especially of the Enclave, of which his father, Granite had always spoke of. He believes that the Enclave can restore order to the wastes. Redding also holds the Followers in high regard, do to the charity and selflessness of their actions trying to aid and re-educate the wasteland. His opinions of the Followers are also quite high due to their tolerance and even acceptance of Homosexuality, a rarity in the Wasteland at this time. His opinions on both the NCR and the Bear, however, fall far below that. Redding, while thinking that Tandi and Aredesh's original idea was noble, has seen that once more the same human attributes had weaseled their way back into the system. It was now a "Democracy", but controlled by the Rich and the Powerful. The same went for the Brotherhood, greedy in another Currency- That of technology, that the Brotherhood Obsess over. (A note I would like to add. I Never stated that I hated Currency. Or Capitalism. I simply stated that in the NCR's case, the Rich and powerful had made the system less efficient , as the people who had a large amount of either power or money tended to use that Power/Money to increase it further. This decreased the NCR's operating efficiency. Take, for Example, General Oliver. He has a 5 in all of his special skills, and brilliant commanders do not have a five on intelligence. Besides that, Oliver's strategy of “massing troops” at the Dam and cutting off the NCR in the Mojave from receiving reinforcements, and not even trying to counter-attack the Legion, as they slowly picked off NCR numbers was a terrible Idea and a great strategical Blunder. How do you think he got to be overall commander of the Mojave military? Politics. Besides this; here's JE Sawyer on Oliver: “General Oliver doesn't seem to grasp basic military strategy. What real life persons were an inspiration for his character? Would you agree Oliver's the main cause the war is going badly for the NCR?”
“He's a mishmash of various aggressive, blockheaded military commanders. Generals LeMay and Patton are obvious examples, though completely without the forethought of those two men.”
— J.E. Sawyer As for the Brotherhood, as you saw illustrated in the Mojave chapter, they are also corrupted and controlled by Technology, it is their main purpose, and all else comes after. “Tech First, then You”. Even if that eventually means getting left behind, as was touched on somewhat in Veronica's Quest: I could make you care)
In-game RP example: (Include dialog):
*Harken Vigorously shakes Chryslus awake*
Harken: Chryslus! Wake up! You have to go! Half of the Boneyard thinks your-
Chryslus: What? What are you talking about...? *He says the sentence Groggily*
Harken: Someone found an old Enclave suit of Power armor in his basement! He's been arrested, and your next! The Rangers are headed this way now!
Chryslus: Good Lord..... *Suddenly Alert* Alright, let me collect a few things
*He springs out of bed, starts to gather his most important items, including a 10mm pistol, and hurriedly stuffs them in his brief case, except for the pistol, which he nudges under his belt*
Harken: Chryslus.... I'm going to miss you. I don't know what I would do... *He let the sentence trail off*
Chryslus: A few years from now, if you still haven't found someone else? I will be back. But I have to go, now.
*Chryslus and Harken embrace each other for a few moments, and then dashes out the main entrance of the Follower's Complex, dashing no more then a few feet in front of two NCR Rangers*
NCR Ranger: Halt! Halt in the name of the Republic!
*Chryslus increases speed in response, sprinting away from the Rangers*
*The two Rangers also run after him*
Chryslus, knowing he will soon be overtaken by the physically superior Rangers, turns wildly onto different streets and alleyways, making unpredictable turns, eventually ducking into an abandoned stall, where he waits for the Rangers to run past, which they do*
*Taking a moment to catch his breath and collect himself, he Quickly exits the city, and heads out into the wastes, his destination San Fransisco*
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs) Chryslus was born in 2244, two years after the Destruction of the Enclave Oil Rig, to Granite (Leader of the Enclave Control Company) who, on that Faithful day, decided his life was more Valuable then the Enclave, and aided the Chosen One in the final moments of the fight on the Oil Rig. However, no other Enclave personnel stationed there survived the Attack, and Sergeant Granite and his squad where never uncovered for their betrayal of the Enclave on the Oil Rig, and where welcomed back to Navarro with Open arms. Granite had a Romance with one of the Women there, later Chryslus' Mother, Snookie, much to the Annoyance of a Computer guard who was also stationed there. After a few years of peaceful living on Navarro, the NCR finished what the Chosen One had started. During the attack, Granite escaped with the young Chryslus. Although it is unknown what happened to Snookie, it is likely that she died in the attack or escaped via Vertibird. Granite and Chryslus then re-integrated far from where Navarro, heading south, to the Boneyard. In the earliest years of Chryslus' life, he remembered seeing his father for a few days, and then him having to go and guard Caravans to pay for the cost of living. Yet, he spent most of his earlier life with the Followers of the Apocalypse, and under their watchful care, he quickly developed a healthy interest in both Math and Science. Yet his true calling, both in those early years and his later ones as well, would be Medicine. He found himself amazed that such a damaged human body could be “salvaged” by one man with a knowledge of the Anatomy of a Human. The Followers, quickly noticing his thirst for Knowledge, started to educate him in basic First Aid, as well as beginners Math and Science. His rate of learning was incredibly fast, and by age fifteen he was assisting in minor surgeries. It was around this time that his Father, Granite, “enlightened” him as to his real origins, his Father's affiliations with the Enclave, and his own views of society and the world, which Chryslus agreed with, except for the Enclave's principal that those who where exposed to the wasteland where somehow lesser beings, and the Enclaves view (I assume anyways, the Enclave being based on the Nation of America in the 50's, when Homosexuality was a terrible crime)view on gay men or women being somehow less than the average being. Besides this, he agreed with all that the Enclave stood for, and thought the Enclave to be a “New Beginning” for America, and thought that they where the best option that the Wasteland had to Offer, showing themselves as Granite had described, to be an efficient system unlike what the NCR was already on the road to. By the time Chryslus was seventeen, he presided as head of his first major surgery, that of the removal of a punctured lung. He also came to the realization that he would never be interested in women as more then friends, and preferred men, although he kept this fact secret from his Father. After a few more years of studying human anatomy, diseases, and many other Medical related pursuits, as well as increasing his field-knowledge by continuing to do more and more advanced Medical Procedures, Chyslus became a fully-fledged doctor, and worked with the Followers as much as possible, to be an instrument of good in the world. It was at this time that Granite retired from the immense physical strain of a Caravan Guard, and opened up his own General Store with the extra money saved from his en-devours as a Caravan Guard. It became quite successful due to Granite's low and fair prices. His business quickly prospered, and with the amount of money he was making, he quickly ascended into the ranks of the Social Elite, and Hosted some events. Eventually even Granites weariness of making friends subsided, and he left some of his fears behind. In the Years that followed he opened a second and third branch of his retail store. (Bringing us to 2277) As fate would have it, at one of his events that Granite hosted with his new found wealth, one of guests lost their way to the Restrooms, and through a series of Doorways, and down into the basement..... She saw a Dusty old piece of Mrk. II combat Armor, this model used exclusively by the Enclave. Soon, the NCR military arrived, and Granite was arrested, tried, and promptly hanged over the next few months. However, Chryslus, hearing of his fathers arrest, and assuming that they would arrest him purely on suspicion, as well as knowing of many people' s immense hate for the Enclave (And assuming his Trial would be effected in a major way), Quickly weighed his options, gathered his most important and essential items, and hastily left the Boneyard, never to return. He traveled to San Francisco, Knowing that the NCR has no presence at all within the city, and that the large population would make it hard to find Chryslus, if he were in fact tracked down. He spent the next few months avoiding public contact, and, after evaluating that it was safe again, opened up a Clinic in San Francisco, which he has been working at with a few staff members, until the year 2279
*Powers up Vault boy 3,000*
A Quick note about Snookie: I hope that you didn’t confuse the real life Snookie with the one from Fallout 2. I wasn't sure and I wanted to be clear that she is a Character that can be found in Navarro, NOT on Jersey shore
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IGN:arrowbeans
Age:15
Time you can dedicate: During Summer,a large amount of time. Not so Sure about school
Why us?:First off, I live in California, and Love San Francisco.Secondly, This looked like wonderful RP Server. Thirdly, The Followers and the Enclave are my favorite Faction. And Fourth(ly?), a Friend (Sadie) recommended it to me. I also sent in a building app,its a shame about those guys that destroyed the Build Server :/
Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples)Role-play is an interaction between two characters (While in Character, obviously)
Define Meta-gaming in your words: The Use of OOC knowledge In Character.
Define Power-gaming in your words:Such as *Shoots James in the Head before he can react*
Did you join our website? I did
IC:
Name: Chryslus Redding
Nickname: (Optional)
Age: 35
Gender: Male
Appearance:5 feet and 8 inches tall, with Light-Brown hair, and Blue eyes. Wears a Lab coat over proper Doctors attire. Sewn into the inside of his Lab Coat, however, is a small bit of America's Pre-War flag, and a miniature version of the Enclave's insignia.
Personality: Insightful,and highly intelligent, Redding has always believed in the Power of Democracy and of America that his Father once spoke of with true conviction. He is loyal to those who follow ways of the Old World, especially of the Enclave, of which his father, Granite had always spoke of. He believes that the Enclave can restore order to the wastes. Redding also holds the Followers in high regard, do to the charity and selflessness of their actions trying to aid and re-educate the wasteland. His opinions of the Followers are also quite high due to their tolerance and even acceptance of Homosexuality, a rarity in the Wasteland at this time. His opinions on both the NCR and the Bear, however, fall far below that. Redding, while thinking that Tandi and Aredesh's original idea was noble, has seen that once more the same human attributes had weaseled their way back into the system. It was now a "Democracy", but controlled by the Rich and the Powerful.The same went for the Brotherhood, greedy in another Currency- That of technology, that has so polluted their minds that it is all they see, and will ultimately be their own destruction.
In-game RP example: (Include dialog)It was getting Dark, and as Chryslus surveyed the Pre-War Community in the last rays of sunlight, he thought that there was a certain beauty to a Dead and Decaying World. His Partner, Jack, made some noise behind him, no doubt preparing for the Slavers that would come by later that night. He took one more glance at the the small ruined pre-war town from the ruined third story of an abandoned Motel, and turned to face Jack."Jack? have the mines been placed yet? Jack turned to him, and gave a quick nod, then went back to rummaging through the backpack of supplies we had brought along."Any Idea when our guests will stop by?" Jack Nodded, and mumbled: "About Eleven or so". "Good" was my only Reply. I took this time to re-position my Scoped Hunting Rifle on a different window-sill, giving me more Cover of the Main Street. "Well, I'm going to turn in" said Jack. "Oh, sure, I don't mind taking first watch. Thanks for asking". Jack Mumbled "No Problem" and was soon fast asleep. But our "Guests" did not disappoint.I awoke Jack when I saw the Group headed into town, thanks to my Night-Vision scope. I quickly awoke Jack, he got into Position on the First Floor, and I covered him from the top Floor of the Motel. They walked in, and halted for a second. One shouted "Hello?", and Jack answered back with a Wave, and motioned the Slavers over. It seemed that there where two or so Slaves in their charge. That's when a Rather Large Explosion went off, killing one of the Slavers, and Maiming another. I dispatched another two with quick and Precise Shots from my Hunting Rifle. Jack quickly ended the brief confrontation with a few well aimed bursts from his Sub Machine Gun. The two Slaves where petrified with fear. Jack reassuringly told them to stay where they where, as he precariously picked his way across the small minefield he had placed earlier towards the slaves. He Returned a short time later, with the two Slaves."Good work Jack. Are you two all right?" *The Slaves both Nod their heads Vigorously* Jack interjects:"Well, we should rest and head out then. I will take the rest of the Night watch. You guys get some sleep..........
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs) Chryslus was born in 2244, two years after the Destruction of the Enclave Oil Rig, to Granite (Leader of the Enclave Control Company) who, on that Faithful day, decided his life was more Valuable then the Enclave. However, no other Enclave personnel stationed there survived the Attack, and Sergeant Granite and his squad where never uncovered for their betrayal of the Enclave on the Oil Rig, and where welcomed back to Navarro with Open arms. Granite had a Romance with one of the Women there, later Chryslus' Mother, Snookie, much to the Annoyance of a Computer guard who was also stationed there. After a few years of peaceful living on Navarro, the NCR finished what the Chosen One had started. During the attack, Granite escaped with Chryslus. Although it is unknown what happened to Snookie, it is likely that she died in the attack or escaped via Vertibird. Granite eventually found his way to San Francisco, and far away from NCR control, hired himself out as a Mercenary on Trade Caravans.In his spare days he taught his child about the basics of fighting, shooting, as well as basic math and science, although he wasn't particularly good at the last two. He also taught him Old World values, as well as those of the Enclave, which he insisted would remain "their little Secret". While his Father was away on Caravan business, the local Followers of the Apocalypse establishment watched for him, and seeing his interest in Sciences, taught him the basics of Biology and Medical Aid. By the time he was fifteen, he spent all his time with the Followers, already hard at work studying to become a doctor. And life was good. Chryslus' father, Granite, had saved enough caps to purchase a small store front, and started a small trading company, which profited well, being that he knew the traders and could work out cheaper prices for the same quality as other stores. Chryslus, much to the dismay of his Father, would never find the "right woman". He had realized that he had never had an interest in anyone other than a man, but worked hard to keep this from his Father, knowing he would dissaprove immensely. By the time Chryslus had tuned nineteen, Granite was one of the wealthiest shop owners in San Francisco. just a year after Chryslus completed his Doctors training, and had become a fully fledged doctor, opened up a small and respectable Clinic. Sadly, not even his own Son could prevent the Inevitable from occurring. His father, while walking back from the Supply Depot with a new batch of supplies for his store, collapsed and died almost immediately. It was later determined that he had died of a Heart Attack, which was odd for his age, to say the least. Chryslus, not wanting to be burdened with the Business, as he already worked full time in his Clinic, Sold out to their Competitors for a fair price. And, if not for Chryslus' near death experience a few years later, he still would have owned that Clinic. Already wealthy beyond belief from the sale of his Father's store, Chryslus hosted a Party for the Social Elite of the Town. Only the best of Pre-War wines where served, and Chryslus even managed to obtain Caviar for the Party. The Gala went on until early in the Morning. Chryslus was so tired by that point he couldn't even make it to bed, and fell asleep on the couch. However, the "Lower Class" of the
town did not take to kindly to this, as well as the recent lack of Donations given to the Followers, who where doing their best to keep everyone alive and well, and where having a tough time doing so. So, a few petty thieves brought it upon themselves to relive Chryslus of some of his valuable items and pawn them for the Followers. Oddly enough, Chryslus heard them, and was awoken. Although clearly outnumbered, Chrysulus refused to give up, forcing the petty thieves to shoot or be shot, Wounding Chryslus badly, and then running away before whatever rudimentary law enforcement arrived . If it had not been for the Follower's teachings, he would have died that day. But he managed to stop the Bleeding until help could arrive. When Chryslus had recovered, he was a changed man. He drastically reduced prices and entry fees to his clinic, giving the Followers some slack. He also regularly donated to them, and Hosted Charitable events at which others did as well.The Vice of Greed and Power no longer controlled Chryslus. But despite that, he did not feel as though he belonged. Not yet..... So, in the year of 2279, he debates joining the Followers (I would of said that he did, but there's a rule against that D: )
*Powers up Vault boy 3,000*
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IGN:arrowbeans
Age:15
Time you can dedicate: During Summer,a large amount of time. Not so Sure about school
Why us?:First off, I live in California, and Love San Francisco.Secondly, This looked like wonderful RP Server. Thirdly, The Followers and the Enclave are my favorite Faction. And Fourth(ly?), a Friend (Sadie) recommended it to me. I also sent in a building app,its a shame about those guys that destroyed the Build Server :/
Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples)Role-play is an interaction between two characters (While in Character, obviously)
Define Meta-gaming in your words: The Use of OOC knowledge In Character.
Define Power-gaming in your words:Such as *Shoots James in the Head before he can react*
Did you join our website? I did
IC:
Name: Chryslus Redding
Nickname: (Optional)
Age: 35
Gender: Male
Appearance:5 feet and 8 inches tall, with Light-Brown hair, and Blue eyes. Wears a Lab coat over proper Doctors attire. Sewn into the inside of his Lab Coat, however, is a small bit of America's Pre-War flag, and a miniature version of the Enclave's insignia.
Personality: Insightful,and highly intelligent, Redding has always believed in the Power of Democracy and of America that his Father once spoke of with true conviction. He is loyal to those who follow ways of the Old World, especially of the Enclave, of which his father, Granite had always spoke of. He believes that the Enclave can restore order to the wastes. Redding also holds the Followers in high regard, do to the charity and selflessness of their actions trying to aid and re-educate the wasteland. His opinions on both the NCR and the Bear, however, fall far below that. Redding, while thinking that Tandi and Aredesh's original idea was noble, has seen that once more the same human attributes had weaseled their way back into the system. It was now a "Democracy", but controlled by the Rich and the Powerful.The same went for the Brotherhood, greedy in another Currency- That of technology, that has so polluted their minds that it is all they see, and will ultimately be their own destruction.
In-game RP example: (Include dialog)It was getting Dark, and as Chryslus surveyed the Pre-War Community in the last rays of sunlight, he thought that there was a certain beauty to a Dead World. His Partner, Jack, made some noise behind him, no doubt preparing for the Slavers that would come by later that night. He took one more glance at the the small ruined pre-war town from the ruined third story of an abandoned Motel, and turned to face Jack."Jack? have the mines been placed yet? Jack turned to him, and gave a quick nod, then went back to rummaging through the backpack of supplies we had brought along."Any Idea when our guests will stop by?" Jack Nodded, and mumbled: "About Eleven or so". "Good" was my only Reply. I took this time to re-position my Scoped Hunting Rifle on a different window-sill, giving me more Cover of the Main Street. "Well, I'm going to turn in" said Jack. "Oh, sure, I don't mind taking first watch. Thanks for asking". Jack Mumbled "No Problem" and was soon fast asleep. But our "Guests" did not disappoint.I awoke Jack when I saw the Group headed into town, thanks to my Night-Vision scope. He got into Position on the First Floor, and I covered him from the top Floor of the Motel. They walked in, and halted for a second. The leader, I assumed, shouted: "Hello?", and Jack answered back with a Wave, and motioned the Slavers over. It seemed that there where two or so Slaves in their charge. That's when a Rather Large Explosion went off, killing the Slaver leader, who was on point, and Maiming another. I dispatched another two with quick and Precise Shots from my Hunting Rifle. Jack ended the brief confrontation with a few well aimed bursts from his Sub Machine Gun. The two Slaves where petrified with fear. Jack reassuringly told them to stay where they where, as he precariously picked his way across the small minefield he had placed earlier, heading towards the slaves. He Returned a short time later, with the two Slaves."Good work Jack. Are you two all right?" *The Slaves both Nod their heads Vigorously* Jack interjects:"Well, we should rest and head out then. I will take the rest of the Night watch. You guys get some sleep"..........
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs) Chryslus was born in 2244, two years after the Destruction of the Enclave Oil Rig, to Granite (Leader of the Enclave Control Company) who, on that Faithful day, decided his life was more Valuable then the Enclave. However, no other Enclave personnel stationed there survived the Attack, and Sergeant Granite and his squad where never uncovered for their betrayal of the Enclave on the Oil Rig, and where welcomed back to Navarro with Open arms. Granite had a Romance with one of the Women there, later Chryslus' Mother, Snookie, much to the Annoyance of a Computer guard who was also stationed there. After a few years of peaceful living on Navarro, the NCR finished what the Chosen One had started. During the attack, Granite escaped with Chryslus. Although it is unknown what happened to Snookie, it is likely that she died in the attack or escaped via Vertibird. Granite eventually found his way to San Francisco, and far away from NCR control, hired himself out as a Mercenary on Trade Caravans.In his spare days he taught his child about the basics of fighting, shooting, as well as basic math and science, although he wasn't particularly good at the last two. He also taught him Old World values, as well as those of the Enclave, which he insisted would remain "their little Secret". While his Father was away on Caravan business, the local Followers of the Apocalypse establishment watched for him, and seeing his interest in Sciences, taught him the basics of Biology and Medical Aid. By the time he was fifteen, he spent all his time with the Followers, already hard at work studying to become a doctor. And life was good. Chryslus' father, Granite, had saved enough caps to purchase a small store front, and started a small trading company, which profited well, being that he knew the traders and could work out cheaper prices for the same quality as other stores. By the time Chryslus had tuned nineteen, Granite was one of the wealthiest shop owners in San Francisco. just a year after Chryslus completed his Doctors training, and had become a fully fledged doctor, opened up a small and respectable Clinic. Sadly, not even his own Son could prevent the Inevitable from occurring. His father, while walking back from the Supply Depot with a new batch of supplies for his store, collapsed and died almost immediately. It was later determined that he had died of a Heart Attack, which was odd for his age, to say the least. Chryslus, not wanting to be burdened with the Business, as he already worked full time in his Clinic, Sold out to their Competitors for a fair price. And, if not for Chryslus' near death experience a few years later, he still would have owned that Clinic. Already wealthy beyond belief from the sale of his Father's store, Chryslus hosted a Party for the Social Elite of the Town. Only the best of Pre-War wines where served, and Chryslus even managed to obtain Caviar for the Party. The Gala went on until early in the Morning. Chryslus was so tired by that point he couldn't even make it to bed, and fell asleep on the couch. However, the "Lower Class" of the town did not take to kindly to this, as well as the recent lack of Donations given to the Followers, who where doing their best to keep everyone alive and well, and where having a tough time doing so. So, a few petty thieves brought it upon themselves to relive Chryslus of some of his valuable items and pawn them for the Followers. Oddly enough, Chryslus heard them, and was awoken. He reached for his 10MM pistol, and although clearly outnumbered, refused to give up, forcing the petty thieves to shoot or be shot, Wounding Chryslus badly, and then running away empty-handed. If it had not been for the Follower's teachings, he would have died that day. But he managed to stop the Bleeding until help could arrive. When Chryslus had recovered, he was a changed man. He drastically reduced prices and entry fees to his clinic, giving the Followers some slack. He also regularly donated to them, and Hosted Charitable events at which others did as well.The Vice of Greed and Power no longer controlled Chryslus. But despite that, he did not feel as though he belonged. Not yet..... So, in the year of 2279, he debates joining the Followers (I would of said that he did, but theres a rule against that D:)
Oh my.... Tiny Text... I'm sorry D:
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Minecraft account name: arrowbeans
Country of residence and time zone: Pacific
Define role playing in your own words, do you have any past role playing experiences? Role playing: Playing as a certain person relevant to the time, age , and setting. I have Role-Played on many Fallout servers
What is your reason for applying to this server? The lack of good Fallout servers
Have you been banned before, if so why? I have not.
Do you agree with our rules, how about the lore? Lore is interesting.
Will you use the server's official texture pack? Yes
Define Powergaming in your own words, example: *Snaps Spinal Cord in half from behind, takes body of person A and beats person B to death with it before either of them have a chance to react*
Define Metagaming in your own words, example: Using Out of character knowledge to advance your character in game, such as: Hearing someone talk in Global chat, and gains that knowledge.
In Character
Character name: Atticus Fisher
Your character's story so far: Born Into a sheltered world beneath the torn Skies of what had been the Nevada Desert. His family, the Fishers, where a privileged pedigree Pre-catastrophe. His father, a wealthy CEO of a flourishing technologies company was never a risk taking man. Seeing that the world was becoming more unstable everyday-and fearing the worst, He set about the construction of a bunker for him and his family underneath his estate, five or so miles outside of Vegas. After the completion of the Bunker, he sold his stocks, and became a recluse. One year and a few months later, the world went to hell. I was born inside this Bunker some years later.Luckily for me, my father had also saved some of his closest friends, and people who had "suitable Gene pools for re-population" from the Horrors outside. My life was often dull and uneventful. The same routine commenced every day. Out of all of this, our survival training was the most entertaining. After I received my first "Weapon" (a bb gun) i spent most of my free time at the Vault gun range, or else in the medical Sciences department, which I had taken a great interest in. But the Vault was in serious trouble by the time I had turned 19. The vaults Life Support System was on its last legs. With all the Spare parts inside the vault consumed already, my father, the "Overseer" hand-picked a few to head in search of replacement parts.My dad reluctantly picked me, knowing that I was the most trained marksman available. We split into groups of two, and headed out. As the elevator took us to the surface, I became incredibly excited! Imagine something you have wondered about your whole life! As the doors opened, I looked through my Hazmat suit, and saw Ruins, death, an nothing............ The next few months of my life would make me wish I had stayed in the Vault permanently.
Does or did your character have any companions or family?
Yes. His Father
How old is your character?
19
Describe what your character looks like, any distinctive physical features?
White, Blue eyes, brunet hair. Everything else is covered by the haz-mat suit.
How does your character act?Cool, calm, and collected
Character's occupation: Atticus has both been trained in the Medical Sciences field as well as the Designated Marksman of the Retrieval Team.
Does your character have an education? (Read or write) Yes.
Any special skills that your character has, nothing unbalanced: A trained Marksman, and a good doctor.
Does your character hate or fear anything? Anarchy, Chaos, and Uncleanly people
Describe an example of your character in great suffering and pain (RP, and Long): The Crack of a Rifle sounded from the left, at about one hundred meters . As the Bullet impacted his left thigh, Atticus let out a shreak. The raider laughed, and said: "Stop moving, you little pig, and this will all be over soon" he laughed again, and sent another bullet my way, which shreaked a few inches from my head, and impacted the wall behind me. I rolled Quickly to the nearest cover, and covered my screams of agony with my free hand every time I rolled.Raider:" Someone's put a pretty price on your head Atticus, for what you done to the Raider's round here." Another bullet embedded itslef in my shoulder, and I screamed loudly, unable to muffle it this time. I gripped tightly onto my revolver, as I could hear the raider approaching on the right. "15 meters" I mumbled to myself. "10"...."5". And then the report of another rifle, to the back of me. A dull thud was heard, a the raiders body dropped to the ground. I looked around, but I was loosing blood to quickly. As my eyes shut tight, I felt hands hoisting me onto their owners back. And then nothing.
Anything else to add?Nope
Provide an image of your character's skin: http://www.minecraft.../hazmat-worker/ Would you Kindly?
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Also, I would recommend fallcraft New Vegas. They are releasing in just about a week, I believe?
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Minecraft account name: arrowbeans
Country of residence and time zone: Pacific
Define role playing in your own words, do you have any past role playing experiences? Role playing: Playing as a certain person relevant to the time, age , and setting. I have Role-Played on many Fallout servers
What is your reason for applying to this server? The lack of good Fallout servers
Have you been banned before, if so why? I have not.
Do you agree with our rules, how about the lore? Lore is interesting.
Will you use the server's official texture pack? Yes
Define Powergaming in your own words, example: *Snaps Spinal Cord in half from behind, takes body of person A and beats person B to death with it before either of them have a chance to react*
Define Metagaming in your own words, example: Using Out of character knowledge to advance your character in game, such as: Hearing someone talk in Global chat, and gains that knowledge.
In Character
Character name: Atticus Fisher
Your character's story so far: Born Into a sheltered world beneath the torn Skies of what had been the Nevada Desert. His family, the Fishers, where a privileged pedigree Pre-catastrophe. His father, a wealthy CEO of a flourishing technologies company was never a risk taking man. Seeing that the world was becoming more unstable everyday-and fearing the worst, He set about the construction of a bunker for him and his family underneath his estate, five or so miles outside of Vegas. After the completion of the Bunker, he sold his stocks, and became a recluse. One year and a few months later, the world went to hell. I was born inside this Bunker some years later.Luckily for me, my father had also saved some of his closest friends, and people who had "suitable Gene pools for re-population" from the Horrors outside. My life was often dull and uneventful. The same routine commenced every day. Out of all of this, our survival training was the most entertaining. After I received my first "Weapon" (a bb gun) i spent most of my free time at the Vault gun range, or else in the medical Sciences department, which I had taken a great interest in. But the Vault was in serious trouble by the time I had turned 19. The vaults Life Support System was on its last legs. With all the Spare parts inside the vault consumed already, my father, the "Overseer" hand-picked a few to head in search of replacement parts.My dad reluctantly picked me, knowing that I was the most trained marksman available. We split into groups of two, and headed out. As the elevator took us to the surface, I became incredibly excited! Imagine something you have wondered about your whole life! As the doors opened, I looked through my Hazmat suit, and saw Ruins, death, an nothing............ The next few months of my life would make me wish I had stayed in the Vault permanently.
Does or did your character have any companions or family?
Yes. His Father
How old is your character?
19
Describe what your character looks like, any distinctive physical features?
White, Blue eyes, brunet hair. Everything else is covered by the haz-mat suit.
How does your character act?Cool, calm, and collected
Character's occupation: Atticus has both been trained in the Medical Sciences field as well as the Designated Marksman of the Retrieval Team.
Does your character have an education? (Read or write) Yes.
Any special skills that your character has, nothing unbalanced: A trained Marksman, and a good doctor.
Does your character hate or fear anything? Anarchy, Chaos, and Uncleanly people
Describe an example of your character in great suffering and pain (RP, and Long): The Crack of a Rifle sounded from the left, at about one hundred meters . As the Bullet impacted his left thigh, Atticus let out a shreak. The raider laughed, and said: "Stop moving, you little pig, and this will all be over soon" he laughed again, and sent another bullet my way, which shreaked a few inches from my head, and impacted the wall behind me. I rolled Quickly to the nearest cover, and covered my screams of agony with my free hand every time I rolled.Raider:" Someone's put a pretty price on your head Atticus, for what you done to the Raider's round here." Another bullet embedded itslef in my shoulder, and I screamed loudly, unable to muffle it this time. I gripped tightly onto my revolver, as I could hear the raider approaching on the right. "15 meters" I mumbled to myself. "10"...."5". And then the report of another rifle, to the back of me. A dull thud was heard, a the raiders body dropped to the ground. I looked around, but I was loosing blood to quickly. As my eyes shut tight, I felt hands hoisting me onto their owners back. And then nothing.
Anything else to add?Nope
Provide an image of your character's skin: http://www.minecraftskins.com/skin/1503804/hazmat-worker/
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Gender: Male
Age: 15
Have you read the rules: yes. I am Wonderfully Frugal.
Have you read the lore: Yes
RP Experience: Ransom's Server, Lost Days
Fallout Experience: Fallout 1, Fallout 3, Fallout New Vegas
Define Meta Gaming: Using OOC Knowledge as if it where IC knowledge; Knowing things that your player hadn't overheard IC
Define Power Gaming: The use of extreme Rp; something unfair, such as: *Cuts of head from behind with one sword stroke*
IC -
Name: Carmen Tenant
Gender: Female
Age: 40
Race: Human
Appearance: 5"8, blue eyes, brunet hair. wears an old green army trench coat, with an american flag tucked into the pocket. underneath that, he wears a black elastic shirt underneath this, with an american flag-pin on her shirt. For lower apparel she wears USA Combat Pants.
Signifying Traits: Lightly built. Intense Blue-Green Eyes. Dirty Blond Hair.
Signifying Skills: Speech, Barter, and Repair.
S.P.E.C.I.A.L.'s:
(40 points to distribute, maxes out on 10)
Strength- 7
Perception- 4
Endurance- 5
Charisma- 8
Intelligence- 6
Agility- 5
Luck- 5
RP example: The meeting room was tense. what the Colonel had just proposed was incredibly important and incredibly dangerous. Carmen looked at him quizzically for a moment, and then spoke: Sir, what possessed you to give this job to me? I know I have experience in the wasteland- but what your proposing....
Colonel: Its incredibly important that after what has recently happened, with the Enclave loosing the purifier to the brotherhood, and that metal machine, Liberty Prime, things have not being going well. Since your last recon mission we have also lost more than a few checkpoints and outposts. Speaking from experience, I still believe that the Enclave can hold back the tide of the Brotherhood at Adams Air Force base, but we need a contingency plan. IF the Enclave loose this war with the brotherhood, much progress on the East Coast will be lost. But, there is a suitable location reasonably far away from here where we would like to send you, to blend in with the civilian population. You will be our eyes and ears on the Long Island.
Tenant: But sir, wouldn't you want to send a more experienced officer their?
Colonel:Tenant, your quite possibly the most experienced officer, and you also are greatly charismatic and have experience dealing with these native populations. The Enclave needs to learn from its mistakes, one of which is treating the population as inhuman, even though they should be. There is a radio tower there that can be amplified to reach our closest outpost to NY. Your vertibird leaves tonight. God Speed, and God Bless the Enclave.
*Tenant Salutes, and the Colonel salutes back*
Tenant: God Bless the Enclave sir! *Walks out of the command room*
Biography: Born inside Adams Air-force Base in 2250, and raised strictly on non-irradiated food, and the propaganda of the Enclave, Tenant is a true a patriot as any in the Enclave. Not being introduced to other ways of thinking until eighteen, he is and always will be loyal to the Enclave's cause, no matter how immoral its seems to the unfit people of the wastes. Trained to be an officer in the Enclave's forces until the age of eight, when a new program was developed- Based in the ways and techniques of pre-war American Intelligence, men like Tenant where sent in to observe settlements and the ways of common sub-humans for the time that the Enclave would re-claim America for its untainted people. Clandestine training required much more skill, work, and talent then the any normal Enclave program did (With the exception of Sigma squad and other elite Enclave soldiers). Not only did you have to prove your improved skill in information gathering, eavesdropping, and silent techniques of combat (CQB and Silenced weapon training)- but you had to be charismatic, easily blend in with that of other wastelanders, but also subject yourself to an incredibly low style of living, witch goes completely against the training of the Enclave. Tenant found it particularly hard to treat Ghouls and Humans with the respect that most wastelanders thought they "deserved". Tenant was sent to survey a small settlement to the southwest of DC named Girdershade for a time, and then, once he had accomplished the basics of blending in with common wastelanders, he was transfered to a large settlement North of DC, located in the ruins of Atlantic City. He stayed there until she was notified of the defeat of the Enclave at the Purifier, and given a mission to recon an area far to the North, on Long Island. he was told to infiltrate a settlment named Babylon*, and with a large amount of caps and a convincing story, quickly established himself as the owner of the abandoned Bar in Babylon. She has been using herself (Employed under Jason Reaves, as a courier) to carry messages inconspicuously between her and the Enclave base, now relocated to Long Island. While Carmen is gone, Aislin Jackson, her trusted co-owner watches the bar for her.
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Denied. That Rp example needs some more work, although I like the premise. if you just post a re-written Rp example, I will most likely accept you. And, why did you re-post your Rp example in your second app?
Denied. Didn't read the Rules.
Denied. I like your idea for the person you had in mind. But your Rp example needs work, and the Bio was way to short.
Accepted. Excellence on all fronts.
Denied. Rules?