IGN: kanec
Age: 17
Role-Play Exp.: Well I've played pretty much all RPGs, LOVE Bethesda games, there are to play; I've played ALL the Fallout series, but not all the Elder Scrolls just the last two. I find all there is to find in an RPG and I just love Fallout. :3
Why Us: Because y'all are the only server that has the default texturepack like this :]
Time You Can Dedicate: Around 6 or more hours
IC
Name: Jack Carver
Gender: Male
Age:21
RP Example: *One eerily quiet day in the Wastes on a short food run to the local NCR outpost*
Jack: How much farther?
Tyrell: About one more hour of walking.
Jack: Ok.
*About a hour passes with NO ACTION, they finally reach the outpost*
NCR Troops:FOOOOD!
*The troops swarm the storage and take all the food*
NCR Officer: Sorry about all this, just take all the ammo y'all need, HQ keeps sending us ammo even though we request food.
Jack: Well sorry bout' dat' were goin' now.
Backstory: Jack was born out in the Wastes, and never really knew his family. The fact that his father was out scavenging for days, at times, and his mother left him while his father was gone, he had a lot of time on his hands at the age of 9 years old. Jack knew nothing of the world other than the pathedic shack that they "lived" in under a crumbling highway. One day, about three hours after his mother had left, he was awaken by the sound of a struggle outside the shack. Now this shack was built out of all types of materials, mostly out of rusted and aged tin roofing material. Jack was all alone and had no clue what to do, so he peered out of one of the many holes in the tin structure.
What he had seen scarred him for life. His father had forgotten something while he was out in the Wastes and on his way home he had stumbled across his "wife" and others eating something, like animals. As he made his way closer, the group spotted him and fled, but his wife stayed, paralized with fear. Already filled with anger because she had left his son behind, he struck her once and when she fell, he saw what they were eating, a child. Thinking that this carcass was his child, he started to beat her with the butt of his rifle while she was on the ground.
While being beaten, she screamed, "Your son is fine!" He stopped for about three seconds, "Just follow me and I'll show you!" she said. The way back home was filled with hatred towards one another. When the two finally arrived home the woman cried out for Jack; but no one answered. Not thinking about waiting, he struck her with the rifle again. He went beserk on her, and finally, after a good 6 minutes of beating, he pulled out his rifle, put the barrel in her mouth, and said "Good-bye," while pulling the trigger. After this, he looked up and there stood his son, appalled and crying. He tried to comfort his son by telling him what she had done and said, "that she would have done the same thing to him if she had found you."
After the story had ended, he picked up his son to take him inside, but not knowing that his son had pulled the knife off of his backpack and that his son was even more angered at him than his mother, Jack took the knife and slowly pushed the knife into his fathers neck. With his dieing breath, the father said, "I still love you,son." After hearing this, Jack just sat there for hours, upon hours, upon hours, just thinking about what he had done. After 12 hours had past, he finally came out of the trance to find that some caravaners that were with the caravan company called, "The Crimson Caravan," were starring at him. Out of all the odds in the whole ugly, burnt world they took him in, and taught him all the skills he knows to this day.
IGN: kanec
Age: 17
Role-Play Exp.: Well I've played pretty much all RPGs, LOVE Bethesda games, there are to play; I've played ALL the Fallout series, but not all the Elder Scrolls just the last two. I find all there is to find in an RPG and I just love Fallout. :3
Why Us: Because y'all are the only server that has the default texturepack like this :]
Time You Can Dedicate: Around 6 or more hours
IC
Name: Jack Carver
Gender: Male
Age:21
RP Example: *One eerily quiet day in the Wastes on a short food run to the local NCR outpost*
Jack: How much farther?
Tyrell: About one more hour of walking.
Jack: Ok.
*About a hour passes with NO ACTION, they finally reach the outpost*
NCR Troops:FOOOOD!
*The troops swarm the storage and take all the food*
NCR Officer: Sorry about all this, just take all the ammo y'all need, HQ keeps sending us ammo even though we request food.
Jack: Well sorry bout' dat' were goin' now.
Backstory: Jack was born out in the Wastes, and never really knew his family. The fact that his father was out scavenging for days, at times, and his mother left him while his father was gone, he had a lot of time on his hands at the age of 9 years old. Jack knew nothing of the world other than the pathedic shack that they "lived" in under a crumbling highway. One day, about three hours after his mother had left, he was awaken by the sound of a struggle outside the shack. Now this shack was built out of all types of materials, mostly out of rusted and aged tin roofing material. Jack was all alone and had no clue what to do, so he peered out of one of the many holes in the tin structure.
What he had seen scarred him for life. His father had forgotten something while he was out in the Wastes and on his way home he had stumbled across his "wife" and others eating something, like animals. As he made his way closer, the group spotted him and fled, but his wife stayed, paralized with fear. Already filled with anger because she had left his son behind, he struck her once and when she fell, he saw what they were eating, a child. Thinking that this carcass was his child, he started to beat her with the butt of his rifle while she was on the ground.
While being beaten, she screamed, "Your son is fine!" He stopped for about three seconds, "Just follow me and I'll show you!" she said. The way back home was filled with hatred towards one another. When the two finally arrived home the woman cried out for Jack; but no one answered. Not thinking about waiting, he struck her with the rifle again. He went beserk on her, and finally, after a good 6 minutes of beating, he pulled out his rifle, put the barrel in her mouth, and said "Good-bye," while pulling the trigger. After this, he looked up and there stood his son, appalled and crying. He tried to comfort his son by telling him what she had done and said, "that she would have done the same thing to him if she had found you."
After the story had ended, he picked up his son to take him inside, but not knowing that his son had pulled the knife off of his backpack and that his son was even more angered at him than his mother, Jack took the knife and slowly pushed the knife into his fathers neck. With his dieing breath, the father said, "I still love you,son." After hearing this, Jack just sat there for hours, upon hours, upon hours, just thinking about what he had done. After 12 hours had past, he finally came out of the trance to find that some caravaners that were with the caravan company called, "The Crimson Caravan," were starring at him. Out of all the odds in the whole ugly, burnt world they took him in, and taught him all the skills he knows to this day.
IGN: kanec
Age: 17
Role-Play Exp.: Well I've played pretty much all RPGs, LOVE Bethesda games, there are to play; I've played ALL the Fallout series, but not all the Elder Scrolls just the last two. I find all there is to find in an RPG and I just love Fallout. :3
Why Us: Because y'all are the only server that has the default texturepack like this :]
Time You Can Dedicate: Around 6 or more hours
IC
Name: Jack Carver
Gender: Male
Age:21
RP Example: *One eerily quiet day in the Wastes on a short food run to the local NCR outpost*
Jack: How much farther?
Tyrell: About one more hour of walking.
Jack: Ok.
*About a hour passes with NO ACTION, they finally reach the outpost*
NCR Troops:FOOOOD!
*The troops swarm the storage and take all the food*
NCR Officer: Sorry about all this, just take all the ammo y'all need, HQ keeps sending us ammo even though we request food.
Jack: Well sorry bout' dat' were goin' now.
Backstory: Jack was born out in the Wastes, and never really knew his family. The fact that his father was out scavenging for days, at times, and his mother left him while his father was gone, he had a lot of time on his hands at the age of 9 years old. Jack knew nothing of the world other than the pathedic shack that they "lived" in under a crumbling highway. One day, about three hours after his mother had left, he was awaken by the sound of a struggle outside the shack. Now this shack was built out of all types of materials, mostly out of rusted and aged tin roofing material. Jack was all alone and had no clue what to do, so he peered out of one of the many holes in the tin structure.
What he had seen scarred him for life. His father had forgotten something while he was out in the Wastes and on his way home he had stumbled across his "wife" and others eating something, like animals. As he made his way closer, the group spotted him and fled, but his wife stayed, paralized with fear. Already filled with anger because she had left his son behind, he struck her once and when she fell, he saw what they were eating, a child. Thinking that this carcass was his child, he started to beat her with the butt of his rifle while she was on the ground.
While being beaten, she screamed, "Your son is fine!" He stopped for about three seconds, "Just follow me and I'll show you!" she said. The way back home was filled with hatred towards one another. When the two finally arrived home the woman cried out for Jack; but no one answered. Not thinking about waiting, he struck her with the rifle again. He went beserk on her, and finally, after a good 6 minutes of beating, he pulled out his rifle, put the barrel in her mouth, and said "Good-bye," while pulling the trigger. After this, he looked up and there stood his son, appalled and crying. He tried to comfort his son by telling him what she had done and said, "that she would have done the same thing to him if she had found you."
After the story had ended, he picked up his son to take him inside, but not knowing that his son had pulled the knife off of his backpack and that his son was even more angered at him than his mother, Jack took the knife and slowly pushed the knife into his fathers neck. With his dieing breath, the father said, "I still love you,son." After hearing this, Jack just sat there for hours, upon hours, upon hours, just thinking about what he had done. After 12 hours had past, he finally came out of the trance to find that some caravaners that were with the caravan company called, "The Crimson Caravan," were starring at him. Out of all the odds in the whole ugly, burnt world they took him in, and taught him all the skills he knows to this day.
IGN: kanec
Age: 17
Role-Play Exp.: Well I've played pretty much all RPGs, LOVE Bethesda games, there are to play; I've played ALL the Fallout series, but not all the Elder Scrolls just the last two. I find all there is to find in an RPG and I just love Fallout. :3
Why Us: Because y'all are the only server that has the default texturepack like this :]
Time You Can Dedicate: Around 6 or more hours
IC
Name: Jack Carver
Gender: Male
Age:21
RP Example: *One eerily quiet day in the Wastes on a short food run to the local NCR outpost*
Jack: How much farther?
Tyrell: About one more hour of walking.
Jack: Ok.
*About a hour passes with NO ACTION, they finally reach the outpost*
NCR Troops:FOOOOD!
*The troops swarm the storage and take all the food*
NCR Officer: sorry about all this, just take all the ammo y'all need, the HQ keeps sending us ammo even though we request food
Jack: Well sorry bout' dat' were goin now.
Backstory: Jack was born out in the Wastes, and never really knew his family. The fact that his father was out scavenging for days, at times, and his mother left him while his father was gone, he had a lot of time on his hands at the age of 9 years old. Jack knew nothing of the world other than the pathedic shack that they "lived" in under a crumbling highway. One day, about three hours after his mother had left, he was awaken by the sound of a struggle outside the shack. Now this shack was built out of all types of materials, mostly out of rusted and aged tin roofing material. Jack was all alone and had no clue what to do, so he peered out of one of the many holes in the tin structure.
What he had seen scarred him for life. His father had forgotten something while he was out in the Wastes and on his way home he had stumbled across his "wife" and others eating something, like animals. As he made his way closer, the group spotted him and fled, but his wife stayed, paralized with fear. Already filled with anger because she had left his son behind, he struck her once and when she fell, he saw what they were eating, a child. Thinking that this carcass was his child, he started to beat her with the butt of his rifle while she was on the ground.
While being beaten, she screamed, "Your son is fine!" He stopped for about three seconds, "Just follow me and I'll show you!" she said. The way back home was filled with hatred towards one another. When the two finally arrived home the woman cried out for Jack; but no one answered. Not thinking about waiting, he struck her with the rifle again. He went beserk on her, and finally, after a good 6 minutes of beating, he pulled out his rifle, put the barrel in her mouth, and said "Good-bye," while pulling the trigger. After this, he looked up and there stood his son, appalled and crying. He tried to comfort his son by telling him what she had done and said, "that she would have done the same thing to him if she had found you."
After the story had ended, he picked up his son to take him inside, but not knowing that his son had pulled the knife off of his backpack and that his son was even more angered at him than his mother, Jack took the knife and slowly pushed the knife into his fathers neck. With his dieing breath, the father said, "I still love you,son." After hearing this, Jack just sat there for hours, upon hours, upon hours, just thinking about what he had done. After 12 hours had past, he finally came out of the trance to find that some caravaners that were with the caravan company called, "The Crimson Caravan," were starring at him. Out of all the odds in the whole ugly, burnt world they took him in, and taught him all the skills he knows to this day.
IGN: kanec
Age: 17
Role-Play Exp.: Well I've played pretty much all RPGs, LOVE Bethesda games, there are to play; I've played ALL the Fallout series, but not all the Elder Scrolls just the last two. I find all there is to find in an RPG and I just love Fallout. :3
Why Us: Because y'all are the only server that has the default texturepack like this :]
Time You Can Dedicate: Around 6 or more hours
IC
Name: Jack Carver
Gender: Male
Age:21
RP Example: *One eerily quiet day in the Wastes on a short food run to the local NCR outpost*
Jack: How much farther?
Tyrell: About one more hour of walking.
Jack: Ok.
*About a hour passes with NO ACTION, they finally reach the outpost*
NCR Troops:FOOOOD!
*The troops swarm the storage and take all the food*
NCR Officer: sorry about all this, just take all the ammo y'all need, the HQ keeps sending us ammo even though we request food :sleep.gif:
Jack: Well sorry bout' dat' were goin now.
Backstory: Jack was born out in the Wastes, and never really knew his family. The fact that his father was out scavenging for days, at times, and his mother left him while his father was gone, he had a lot of time on his hands at the age of 9 years old. Jack knew nothing of the world other than the pathedic shack that they "lived" in under a crumbling highway. One day, about three hours after his mother had left, he was awaken by the sound of a struggle outside the shack. Now this shack was built out of all types of materials, mostly out of rusted and aged tin roofing material. Jack was all alone and had no clue what to do, so he peered out of one of the many holes in the tin structure.
What he had seen scarred him for life. His father had forgotten something while he was out in the Wastes and on his way home he had stumbled across his "wife" and others eating something, like animals. As he made his way closer, the group spotted him and fled, but his wife stayed, paralized with fear. Already filled with anger because she had left his son behind, he struck her once and when she fell, he saw what they were eating, a child. Thinking that this carcass was his child, he started to beat her with the butt of his rifle while she was on the ground.
While being beaten, she screamed, "Your son is fine!" He stopped for about three seconds, "Just follow me and I'll show you!" she said. The way back home was filled with hatred towards one another. When the two finally arrived home the woman cried out for Jack; but no one answered. Not thinking about waiting, he struck her with the rifle again. He went beserk on her, and finally, after a good 6 minutes of beating, he pulled out his rifle, put the barrel in her mouth, and said "Good-bye," while pulling the trigger. After this, he looked up and there stood his son, appalled and crying. He tried to comfort his son by telling him what she had done and said, "that she would have done the same thing to him if she had found you."
After the story had ended, he picked up his son to take him inside, but not knowing that his son had pulled the knife off of his backpack and that his son was even more angered at him than his mother, Jack took the knife and slowly pushed the knife into his fathers neck. With his dieing breath, the father said, "I still love you,son." After hearing this, Jack just sat there for hours, upon hours, upon hours, just thinking about what he had done. After 12 hours had past, he finally came out of the trance to find that some caravaners that were with the caravan company called, "The Crimson Caravan," were starring at him. Out of all the odds in the whole ugly, burnt world they took him in, and taught him all the skills he knows to this day.
Well uh yeah its just a thought, but like if ur climbing a big mountain and u can bring the rope out and throw it like the fishing rod would do with the line and it attach to what ever it comes in contact with and all...but YEAH just think about it...plz :mellow.gif:
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Age: 17
Role-Play Exp.: Well I've played pretty much all RPGs, LOVE Bethesda games, there are to play; I've played ALL the Fallout series, but not all the Elder Scrolls just the last two. I find all there is to find in an RPG and I just love Fallout. :3
Why Us: Because y'all are the only server that has the default texturepack like this :]
Time You Can Dedicate: Around 6 or more hours
IC
Name: Jack Carver
Gender: Male
Age:21
RP Example: *One eerily quiet day in the Wastes on a short food run to the local NCR outpost*
Jack: How much farther?
Tyrell: About one more hour of walking.
Jack: Ok.
*About a hour passes with NO ACTION, they finally reach the outpost*
NCR Troops:FOOOOD!
*The troops swarm the storage and take all the food*
NCR Officer: Sorry about all this, just take all the ammo y'all need, HQ keeps sending us ammo even though we request food.
Jack: Well sorry bout' dat' were goin' now.
Backstory: Jack was born out in the Wastes, and never really knew his family. The fact that his father was out scavenging for days, at times, and his mother left him while his father was gone, he had a lot of time on his hands at the age of 9 years old. Jack knew nothing of the world other than the pathedic shack that they "lived" in under a crumbling highway. One day, about three hours after his mother had left, he was awaken by the sound of a struggle outside the shack. Now this shack was built out of all types of materials, mostly out of rusted and aged tin roofing material. Jack was all alone and had no clue what to do, so he peered out of one of the many holes in the tin structure.
What he had seen scarred him for life. His father had forgotten something while he was out in the Wastes and on his way home he had stumbled across his "wife" and others eating something, like animals. As he made his way closer, the group spotted him and fled, but his wife stayed, paralized with fear. Already filled with anger because she had left his son behind, he struck her once and when she fell, he saw what they were eating, a child. Thinking that this carcass was his child, he started to beat her with the butt of his rifle while she was on the ground.
While being beaten, she screamed, "Your son is fine!" He stopped for about three seconds, "Just follow me and I'll show you!" she said. The way back home was filled with hatred towards one another. When the two finally arrived home the woman cried out for Jack; but no one answered. Not thinking about waiting, he struck her with the rifle again. He went beserk on her, and finally, after a good 6 minutes of beating, he pulled out his rifle, put the barrel in her mouth, and said "Good-bye," while pulling the trigger. After this, he looked up and there stood his son, appalled and crying. He tried to comfort his son by telling him what she had done and said, "that she would have done the same thing to him if she had found you."
After the story had ended, he picked up his son to take him inside, but not knowing that his son had pulled the knife off of his backpack and that his son was even more angered at him than his mother, Jack took the knife and slowly pushed the knife into his fathers neck. With his dieing breath, the father said, "I still love you,son." After hearing this, Jack just sat there for hours, upon hours, upon hours, just thinking about what he had done. After 12 hours had past, he finally came out of the trance to find that some caravaners that were with the caravan company called, "The Crimson Caravan," were starring at him. Out of all the odds in the whole ugly, burnt world they took him in, and taught him all the skills he knows to this day.
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Age: 17
Role-Play Exp.: Well I've played pretty much all RPGs, LOVE Bethesda games, there are to play; I've played ALL the Fallout series, but not all the Elder Scrolls just the last two. I find all there is to find in an RPG and I just love Fallout. :3
Why Us: Because y'all are the only server that has the default texturepack like this :]
Time You Can Dedicate: Around 6 or more hours
IC
Name: Jack Carver
Gender: Male
Age:21
RP Example: *One eerily quiet day in the Wastes on a short food run to the local NCR outpost*
Jack: How much farther?
Tyrell: About one more hour of walking.
Jack: Ok.
*About a hour passes with NO ACTION, they finally reach the outpost*
NCR Troops:FOOOOD!
*The troops swarm the storage and take all the food*
NCR Officer: Sorry about all this, just take all the ammo y'all need, HQ keeps sending us ammo even though we request food.
Jack: Well sorry bout' dat' were goin' now.
Backstory: Jack was born out in the Wastes, and never really knew his family. The fact that his father was out scavenging for days, at times, and his mother left him while his father was gone, he had a lot of time on his hands at the age of 9 years old. Jack knew nothing of the world other than the pathedic shack that they "lived" in under a crumbling highway. One day, about three hours after his mother had left, he was awaken by the sound of a struggle outside the shack. Now this shack was built out of all types of materials, mostly out of rusted and aged tin roofing material. Jack was all alone and had no clue what to do, so he peered out of one of the many holes in the tin structure.
What he had seen scarred him for life. His father had forgotten something while he was out in the Wastes and on his way home he had stumbled across his "wife" and others eating something, like animals. As he made his way closer, the group spotted him and fled, but his wife stayed, paralized with fear. Already filled with anger because she had left his son behind, he struck her once and when she fell, he saw what they were eating, a child. Thinking that this carcass was his child, he started to beat her with the butt of his rifle while she was on the ground.
While being beaten, she screamed, "Your son is fine!" He stopped for about three seconds, "Just follow me and I'll show you!" she said. The way back home was filled with hatred towards one another. When the two finally arrived home the woman cried out for Jack; but no one answered. Not thinking about waiting, he struck her with the rifle again. He went beserk on her, and finally, after a good 6 minutes of beating, he pulled out his rifle, put the barrel in her mouth, and said "Good-bye," while pulling the trigger. After this, he looked up and there stood his son, appalled and crying. He tried to comfort his son by telling him what she had done and said, "that she would have done the same thing to him if she had found you."
After the story had ended, he picked up his son to take him inside, but not knowing that his son had pulled the knife off of his backpack and that his son was even more angered at him than his mother, Jack took the knife and slowly pushed the knife into his fathers neck. With his dieing breath, the father said, "I still love you,son." After hearing this, Jack just sat there for hours, upon hours, upon hours, just thinking about what he had done. After 12 hours had past, he finally came out of the trance to find that some caravaners that were with the caravan company called, "The Crimson Caravan," were starring at him. Out of all the odds in the whole ugly, burnt world they took him in, and taught him all the skills he knows to this day.
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Age: 17
Role-Play Exp.: Well I've played pretty much all RPGs, LOVE Bethesda games, there are to play; I've played ALL the Fallout series, but not all the Elder Scrolls just the last two. I find all there is to find in an RPG and I just love Fallout. :3
Why Us: Because y'all are the only server that has the default texturepack like this :]
Time You Can Dedicate: Around 6 or more hours
IC
Name: Jack Carver
Gender: Male
Age:21
RP Example: *One eerily quiet day in the Wastes on a short food run to the local NCR outpost*
Jack: How much farther?
Tyrell: About one more hour of walking.
Jack: Ok.
*About a hour passes with NO ACTION, they finally reach the outpost*
NCR Troops:FOOOOD!
*The troops swarm the storage and take all the food*
NCR Officer: Sorry about all this, just take all the ammo y'all need, HQ keeps sending us ammo even though we request food.
Jack: Well sorry bout' dat' were goin' now.
Backstory: Jack was born out in the Wastes, and never really knew his family. The fact that his father was out scavenging for days, at times, and his mother left him while his father was gone, he had a lot of time on his hands at the age of 9 years old. Jack knew nothing of the world other than the pathedic shack that they "lived" in under a crumbling highway. One day, about three hours after his mother had left, he was awaken by the sound of a struggle outside the shack. Now this shack was built out of all types of materials, mostly out of rusted and aged tin roofing material. Jack was all alone and had no clue what to do, so he peered out of one of the many holes in the tin structure.
What he had seen scarred him for life. His father had forgotten something while he was out in the Wastes and on his way home he had stumbled across his "wife" and others eating something, like animals. As he made his way closer, the group spotted him and fled, but his wife stayed, paralized with fear. Already filled with anger because she had left his son behind, he struck her once and when she fell, he saw what they were eating, a child. Thinking that this carcass was his child, he started to beat her with the butt of his rifle while she was on the ground.
While being beaten, she screamed, "Your son is fine!" He stopped for about three seconds, "Just follow me and I'll show you!" she said. The way back home was filled with hatred towards one another. When the two finally arrived home the woman cried out for Jack; but no one answered. Not thinking about waiting, he struck her with the rifle again. He went beserk on her, and finally, after a good 6 minutes of beating, he pulled out his rifle, put the barrel in her mouth, and said "Good-bye," while pulling the trigger. After this, he looked up and there stood his son, appalled and crying. He tried to comfort his son by telling him what she had done and said, "that she would have done the same thing to him if she had found you."
After the story had ended, he picked up his son to take him inside, but not knowing that his son had pulled the knife off of his backpack and that his son was even more angered at him than his mother, Jack took the knife and slowly pushed the knife into his fathers neck. With his dieing breath, the father said, "I still love you,son." After hearing this, Jack just sat there for hours, upon hours, upon hours, just thinking about what he had done. After 12 hours had past, he finally came out of the trance to find that some caravaners that were with the caravan company called, "The Crimson Caravan," were starring at him. Out of all the odds in the whole ugly, burnt world they took him in, and taught him all the skills he knows to this day.
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....just been waiting for 3 weeks now :sleep.gif:
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Age: 17
Role-Play Exp.: Well I've played pretty much all RPGs, LOVE Bethesda games, there are to play; I've played ALL the Fallout series, but not all the Elder Scrolls just the last two. I find all there is to find in an RPG and I just love Fallout. :3
Why Us: Because y'all are the only server that has the default texturepack like this :]
Time You Can Dedicate: Around 6 or more hours
IC
Name: Jack Carver
Gender: Male
Age:21
RP Example: *One eerily quiet day in the Wastes on a short food run to the local NCR outpost*
Jack: How much farther?
Tyrell: About one more hour of walking.
Jack: Ok.
*About a hour passes with NO ACTION, they finally reach the outpost*
NCR Troops:FOOOOD!
*The troops swarm the storage and take all the food*
NCR Officer: sorry about all this, just take all the ammo y'all need, the HQ keeps sending us ammo even though we request food
Jack: Well sorry bout' dat' were goin now.
Backstory: Jack was born out in the Wastes, and never really knew his family. The fact that his father was out scavenging for days, at times, and his mother left him while his father was gone, he had a lot of time on his hands at the age of 9 years old. Jack knew nothing of the world other than the pathedic shack that they "lived" in under a crumbling highway. One day, about three hours after his mother had left, he was awaken by the sound of a struggle outside the shack. Now this shack was built out of all types of materials, mostly out of rusted and aged tin roofing material. Jack was all alone and had no clue what to do, so he peered out of one of the many holes in the tin structure.
What he had seen scarred him for life. His father had forgotten something while he was out in the Wastes and on his way home he had stumbled across his "wife" and others eating something, like animals. As he made his way closer, the group spotted him and fled, but his wife stayed, paralized with fear. Already filled with anger because she had left his son behind, he struck her once and when she fell, he saw what they were eating, a child. Thinking that this carcass was his child, he started to beat her with the butt of his rifle while she was on the ground.
While being beaten, she screamed, "Your son is fine!" He stopped for about three seconds, "Just follow me and I'll show you!" she said. The way back home was filled with hatred towards one another. When the two finally arrived home the woman cried out for Jack; but no one answered. Not thinking about waiting, he struck her with the rifle again. He went beserk on her, and finally, after a good 6 minutes of beating, he pulled out his rifle, put the barrel in her mouth, and said "Good-bye," while pulling the trigger. After this, he looked up and there stood his son, appalled and crying. He tried to comfort his son by telling him what she had done and said, "that she would have done the same thing to him if she had found you."
After the story had ended, he picked up his son to take him inside, but not knowing that his son had pulled the knife off of his backpack and that his son was even more angered at him than his mother, Jack took the knife and slowly pushed the knife into his fathers neck. With his dieing breath, the father said, "I still love you,son." After hearing this, Jack just sat there for hours, upon hours, upon hours, just thinking about what he had done. After 12 hours had past, he finally came out of the trance to find that some caravaners that were with the caravan company called, "The Crimson Caravan," were starring at him. Out of all the odds in the whole ugly, burnt world they took him in, and taught him all the skills he knows to this day.
just a repost -__-
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Age: 17
Role-Play Exp.: Well I've played pretty much all RPGs, LOVE Bethesda games, there are to play; I've played ALL the Fallout series, but not all the Elder Scrolls just the last two. I find all there is to find in an RPG and I just love Fallout. :3
Why Us: Because y'all are the only server that has the default texturepack like this :]
Time You Can Dedicate: Around 6 or more hours
IC
Name: Jack Carver
Gender: Male
Age:21
RP Example: *One eerily quiet day in the Wastes on a short food run to the local NCR outpost*
Jack: How much farther?
Tyrell: About one more hour of walking.
Jack: Ok.
*About a hour passes with NO ACTION, they finally reach the outpost*
NCR Troops:FOOOOD!
*The troops swarm the storage and take all the food*
NCR Officer: sorry about all this, just take all the ammo y'all need, the HQ keeps sending us ammo even though we request food :sleep.gif:
Jack: Well sorry bout' dat' were goin now.
Backstory: Jack was born out in the Wastes, and never really knew his family. The fact that his father was out scavenging for days, at times, and his mother left him while his father was gone, he had a lot of time on his hands at the age of 9 years old. Jack knew nothing of the world other than the pathedic shack that they "lived" in under a crumbling highway. One day, about three hours after his mother had left, he was awaken by the sound of a struggle outside the shack. Now this shack was built out of all types of materials, mostly out of rusted and aged tin roofing material. Jack was all alone and had no clue what to do, so he peered out of one of the many holes in the tin structure.
What he had seen scarred him for life. His father had forgotten something while he was out in the Wastes and on his way home he had stumbled across his "wife" and others eating something, like animals. As he made his way closer, the group spotted him and fled, but his wife stayed, paralized with fear. Already filled with anger because she had left his son behind, he struck her once and when she fell, he saw what they were eating, a child. Thinking that this carcass was his child, he started to beat her with the butt of his rifle while she was on the ground.
While being beaten, she screamed, "Your son is fine!" He stopped for about three seconds, "Just follow me and I'll show you!" she said. The way back home was filled with hatred towards one another. When the two finally arrived home the woman cried out for Jack; but no one answered. Not thinking about waiting, he struck her with the rifle again. He went beserk on her, and finally, after a good 6 minutes of beating, he pulled out his rifle, put the barrel in her mouth, and said "Good-bye," while pulling the trigger. After this, he looked up and there stood his son, appalled and crying. He tried to comfort his son by telling him what she had done and said, "that she would have done the same thing to him if she had found you."
After the story had ended, he picked up his son to take him inside, but not knowing that his son had pulled the knife off of his backpack and that his son was even more angered at him than his mother, Jack took the knife and slowly pushed the knife into his fathers neck. With his dieing breath, the father said, "I still love you,son." After hearing this, Jack just sat there for hours, upon hours, upon hours, just thinking about what he had done. After 12 hours had past, he finally came out of the trance to find that some caravaners that were with the caravan company called, "The Crimson Caravan," were starring at him. Out of all the odds in the whole ugly, burnt world they took him in, and taught him all the skills he knows to this day.
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