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OOC

IGN: bladedfuentez
Age: 18
Role-Play Exp.: I have been leader of many RP factions. My most popular being the 'Nordsman'. Also did alot of RP in Runescape lol
Why Us: Role playing is fun! Plus, a Fallout server seems amazing! Fallout and Skyrim are my favorite RPG for the console!
Time You Can Dedicate: Every day!

IC

Name: Hunter Ross
Gender: male
Age: 20
Appearance: 5'11, dark features and a thick beard. Very gruff looking
Fears: The unknown
Personality: gruff, hardy, a bit of an alcoholic
Occupation: hired hand
Skills: combat, mining, creating pleasant looking houses
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue):

*Hunter is in a bar, having a drink for the night*
(the bar is rowdy and crowded)

drunk man "... and I told that son of a ***** to buzz off!"
*the crowd laughs*
drunk man "... and the worst part is, the ******* was a fisherman! a bloody fisherman!"
*the crowd laughs harder*
*Hunter slams his drink, gets up out of his chair and walks to the front of the crowd*
Hunter "my father was a fisherman..."
*everyone in the bar gets quiet*
drunk man "oh yeah? was he as f***ing ugly as you are, mate? bahaha"
*the crowd nervously chuckles*
Hunter "you know what I really 'f***ing' hate? A drunk ******* that thinks the only satisfaction he can gain is through pointless stories and pity laughter..."
*the man looks baffled and insulted; trying to retain his "alpha male" status he jabs back...*
drunk man "I'll be damned if I let an outsider come into this pub and insult me as if he knew who the f**k I was!"
Hunter "do something about it..."
*Hunter rests his hand on his side arm and everyone notices*
drunk man "n-n-now, now, friend, I don't want any trouble..."
Hunter "Good... now buy everyone a round, will 'ya?"
*the crowd eases up, and the music begins to play again. The drunken man shrivels back into his stool and looks defeated*

Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):

Hunter was born into a loving home, a family that gave him happiness even in these times of chaos. His father was a deep sea fisherman for the settlement in which they seeked refuge and his mother took care of the 3 children (Hunter had 2 siblings). The settlement was on the east coast in the town that used to be known as "Wilmington" before the bombs dropped. It was a quiet, sea-bearing town with nautical themes and salty old sailors who told of how the sea used to be a marvelous, vast body of water which had housed all kinds of creatures and adventure. Hunter grew up listening to these sea tales and always dreamed of how the sea used to be.
He was forced to give up his dreams of the ocean, survive on his own, and fend for himself after the town came under attack from surrounding rogue-military forces. During the raid, he managed to hide under the docks (which he knew well by exploring them as a child) while he overheard the screams of his family and neighbors as they were all slaughtered.
After the attack, he was mentally scarred from the things he had heard and the sights he had seen hidden underneath the docks. He quickly began to live on his own with the knowledge his father had taught him as a working class man; Hunter built many shelters and lived a nomadic life in the wasteland from that point on. He had met many people along the way, he trusted none of them (though he was passive towards them). Some of the strangers he met told him of an oasis in the seas that retained it's beauty and all the creatures the sailors rambled about when he was a child. Now, Hunter seeks for this "oasis" with a passion though he may have been lied to this whole time...

Quote from Nyco3000

In-game-name: MiniMills
In-Character name: Richard Jenkins
In-game-character-age: 17
Special talents?: Farming
Why the Enclave?: He agrees with their ambitions (fallout lore)
What Specialization do you want(Sniper x1 , Rifleman x2, Support Gunner x2 or Medic x1 first come first serve!): Medic
Will you remain loyal to the Enclave?: Yes
Do you agree to never disobey officers? Yes

Quote from wowmyusernamewastaken

How many factions are there?

How many factions are there?

Why you have such a long post?

Quote from bigi555

IGN: bigi555
Age: 13
Role-Play Exp.: I have played in many RP servers, like Massivecraft and Ruined World 2.
Why Us: I am searching for a post-apocalyptic themed server with really tight role-play community to stick with for a long time.
Time You Can Dedicate: I can play everyday for at least 3 hours. In weekends up to 10.

IC

Name: Boris Georgiev
Gender: male
Age: 21

Appearance: “Bigi” is a strong young man with long brown hair and blue eyes. He wears ragged clothes, and goggles that protect his eyes. A few old pockets with some minor holes in them work fine for now to hold his items.

Fears: Anything that he does not comprehend. When young he was afraid of physics and advance math.
Some times he gets scare by dark places or strange vagabonds that roam the wastelands. But other than that only spiders, snakes, big fires, small fires, some oddly shape clouds, direct sun light, gamma rays, radiation, water when its not clean, water when he doesn't know that it is clean, water in general most of the times. And other things like that … nothing much.

Personality: Naive, he trusts people too much. He will always help a stranger in trouble, but if someone betrayed him he wont hesitate to solve the issue with some good old fashion revenge. Ingenious and sophisticated. Caring, and passionate a good friend and a very bad enemy.

Occupation: Genetic engineer. He also knows the basics of chemistry. (bombs, nukes, deadly mutations in free radicals and other molecules, nothing kids don't know this days)

Skills: Advance knowledge of guns and sharp weapons (pointy knifes and other blades). He can create various “items” that can help him survive and even replace damaged body parts with robotic ones.

Nickname (Optional): Bigi

RP Example (Add Dialogue):
*Bigi and Bjorn are walking trough the desert of Mojave under the burning sun*
- Hey, Bjorn, pass me the waterskin.
* Bjorn gives Bigi the waterskin*
* Bigi starts drinking water*
* A bullet goes trough the waterskin, making it burst and the water splashes into Bigi's face*
- What the f*ck!?
*Bigi and Bjorn turn around and see a group of unknown people*
- Now we will do that peacefully. I don't want any troubles! -says Bjorn.
- Hah! Are you kidding me? If we don't shoot them, we ain't getting out of here alive!
*Bigi pulls out his revolver and points it at one of the strange guys*
- NO! -says Bjorn. *Bigi quickly shoots and hits one of the wastelanders in the arm*
* The men pull out their guns and start shooting at Bjorn and Bigi*
- Bigi! You crazy idiot! No time for that, quick lets hide in that shed! *Bjorn points an old abandoned shed*
* Bigi quickly hides in the shed while Bjorn covers him behind a rock*
- Bigi! You see that guy? He is holding a grenade launcher! Quick, shoot him in the head!
- Aaawww sh*t!!! *Bigi looks around scared and while he is trying to decide to shoot or to hide, the explosion knocks him unconscious*
*Bigi wakes up in a hole in the floor of the shed*
- *cough* Where *cough* am I... *Bigi loses consciousness again*
*Bigi wakes up again and looks around* He is covered in dust surounded by pieces of wood. The front part of his body is covered in bleeding but not serious wounds.
- Bigi! Bigi! Where are you!?
- I am down here!
- I told you to shoot him in the head!


Back-story (1-2 LONG paragraphs):

Boris, Also known as Bigi, was born in a small village in Mojave. The hard conditions of the land required him to pick up how things worked quickly he wanted to survive. His parents taught him everything they knew.
His mother was the proud owner of a small local bar and his dad the Mayor of the village. But Bigi never wanted to own a bar or rule a town, he adore inventing things. Because of a crumbling economy and almost non existent education regime in town, Bigi couldn't learn things he liked such as math and physics from his “professors”. So at the age of 10 he quietly sneaked into Old Joe's house, hoping to he would find some pre-war books and did he ever, boy was he happy! He decided to learn “Engineering for the hungry mind” the “perfect guide to teach yourself everything you need to know in two weeks or less” or so it said in the cover. At first he started disassembling his Dad's guns, but that didnt turn out so well when his dad found out... In any case that gave him a small amount of experience that he quickly applied to some other less risky endeavors. At the age of 15 He started repairing old machines that were found in people's attics. He even managed to repair few radios and establish a Radio network that covered the village and a small area around it. He lived happily...

At the age 20, he decided it was time to move out of town and find out what the world was holding in stock for him – he was determined to become a well known inventor. He wished to test his skills and perhaps even pay the bills. He hoped that one day he could be the one to upgrade the village into a prosperous city. Unfortunately he was alone, and being alone in the wastelands is not good... He traveled and explored a few towns looking for some one that could use his skills and perhaps protect his back in exchange for all the wits and knowledge he was willing to share. One night he went into a small bar. He had a drink, and two, and that was after he had the three that came before the fourth one in the first round... Drunk loud and obnoxious he backed into a rough looking mercenary that was trying to keep himself in the down low while the heat of his last hit went away a little. Bjorn and Bigi where now on the center stage of a very dangerous place. Bjorn push Bigi away Bigi felt onto the wrong table and both their asses where thrown out of the bar right then. Bigi didn't care but Bjorn was mad and holding Bigi in the air he ask him to give him one good reason not to rip his head apart, Bigi pulled out of his pocket a silver coin, it was a half dollar piece pre-1950 an absolute relic on top of that Bigi said
-And I know where I hid the other ones -hic !

Since then Bigi and Bjorn been traveling the wastelands together protecting each-other from uncountable misfortunes.
Bigi never gave Bjonr any other half dollar pieces from 1950 simply because he didn't have anymore. But Bjorn soon find it in his heart to forgive him for Bigi had a much more precious item … his always inventive brain.

Quote from Nyco3000

OOC

IGN: MiniMills
Age: 14
Role-Play Exp: Multiple different servers (Crafthammer, Ragnarok) WoW
Why This Server?: It's cool to sometimes play on a small RP server
Time You Can Dedicate: 15-25 hours per week

IC

Name: Richard Jenkins
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Appearance: Brown hair, pale skin, black eyes, wears red bandanna across face
Fears: Being alone
Personality: Usually unsociable, but very kind
Occupation: Farmer
Skills: Agriculture, axes, building
Nickname (Optional): Ricky
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
-A man sees Ricky climbing out of his tent-
Stranger: Hey there!
*Ricky looks up*
Stranger: You on your own?
*Ricky nods*
Stranger: Do you enjoy being a lone
*Ricky shakes his head*
Stranger: Huh, not the talking type, are we
*Ricky ignores the remark*
Stranger: Well, I just thought I'd better tell you about a group of travellers that passed here not long ago
Ricky(Quietly): Direction?
Stranger: They were headed due East, I believe
-Ricky offers the man some bread as thanks, but he refuses-
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
Richard grew up with a good family. His parents were never too busy, so they cared for him a lot. They taught him all the things he needed to know about how to survive if he ever found himself alone. His father taught him agriculture, basic tool and armour making, and how to make a shelter, while his mother showed him how to mend his own clothes and how to cook.

One day though, when Richard was 12, he woke up to an empty house. His parents had gone during the night, and left all but his clothes, a couple of days' worth of food and a note. He grabbed his remaining stuff and, as he walked out of the family caravan, he read the note. It read:
Dear Richard,
Your mother and and I are very sorry to do this to you, but we have had to leave you.
You have been a good son, but we couldn't make enough food for the three of us and the dog (Rufus). That is why we have left to search for other families in the wilderness, to help them survive as we have helped and taught you.

We have left you the basic supplies that you will need to keep you going, but it will be hard. We suggest you also try and find others, as they will help you as you help them, and pass on your knowledge.

Good luck son, and always remember us.
Love, Mum & Dad

After reading it, Ricky dropped the note in disbelief, realising that he was on his own. His parents had abandoned him, he had a meagre amount of supplies, and only Rufus for comfort.

He wandered for days, looking for people. Eventually, he gave up searching, and made a camp in the middle of nowhere...

Quote from SlayersBlood

OOC

IGN:DarkenedDrake
Age:15
Role-Play Exp.:3 Years over many different games
Why Us:The fallout series is one of the greatest I have ever played and it would be fun to recreate :smile.gif:
Time You Can Dedicate:6-10pm Weeknights, Almost any time on weekends.

IC

Name:Drake (Unknown To Myself)
Gender:Male
Age:19
Appearance:Hunter with Wolf-skin Cloak and Face-mask
Fears: Radroaches
Personality:Quiet,Logical
Occupation: Mercenary
Skills:Advanced climbing, and Hunting skills
Nickname (Optional)
RP Example (Add Dialogue): "The last thing you never see"-Boone Drake:"Living by this motto has made the difference between you and I."
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): My story begins when my parents were slaughtered by enraged Nightkin. I hid knowing coming out would only result in my death. I was eleven then. That night, fueled by rage,I took my fathers hunting rifle and tracked the Nightkin back to their camp and put a bullet in the back of one of their skulls, right as I lined up my sights on the second Nightkin's head he used a cloaking device. As frantically searched for him I felt a something smack the back of my head. I woke up the next morning with my hands and feet bound. The Nightkin was eating some radroach. With those large stubby fingers the ropes weren't tied very well I was able to wiggle my hands free. I pulled a switch blade from my boot and snuck up behind the Nightkin. I slit his throat, went a found my hunting rifle and got my bearings. I found my way back home just before nightfall. I spent two years hunting and collecting pelts until an NCR patrol was scouting the area nearby I overheard them talking about some large camp of Khans. I decided to check it out. This is when I decided to join up with them, they seemed to be one of the toughest groups in the area.

I left my home in Red Rock Canyon, I couldn't stand the Khans any longer. Iv'e spent the past 2 years of my life drifting.I have been ppending most of my nights in Novac as of recently. Tonight I plan on watching the Helios One. It appears that that may be the most strategic location on this side of the wasteland. Most people here keep to themselves but the McBrides are very nice, but something about this town gives me the creeps. Maybe its just all those little dinosaur toys. I think joining up with the NCR may be a good idea. Boone and Andy seemed to have benefited from it. I decided I would join the NCR, so I will be heading to Helios One. Maybe, one day, i'll be able to become a ranger. Sadly, I was rejected due to my previous interactions with the Khans. So I headed back to Novac, spent my past few years training and honing my skills.

What will I do from here? Where will I go? Pick me and lets find out. :smile.gif:

Quote from Jugganout

How can i join the desert rangers?? :tongue.gif:

Quote from MYFaLcOn1

OOC

IGN: MYFaLcOn1
Age: 17
Role-Play Exp.: over 200 hours if Fallout New Vegas
Why Us: Cuz i love fallout
Time You Can Dedicate : Alot of time

IC

Name: Dennis Falcon
Gender: Male
Age: 20
Appearance: A fieldworker outfit
Fears: None
Personality: Friendly, Talkative but with a great hatred against Raiders
Occupation: Fieldworker
Skills: Pretty good with guns
Nickname (Optional): None
RP Example (Add Dialogue):

Dennis : Mom, No mom.
(Raider shoots her in the head)
Dennis : You've gone too far this time.
(Raider shoots Dennis in the right shoulder)
Dennis : You scumbag.
Raider : Nighty Night Punk.
(Raider knock Dennis out cold)
(Dennis wakes up in a prison cell)
Dennis : What the hell, where am I?
Raider Guard : You're in your worst nightmare kid.
Dennis : Let me the hell out.
Raider Guard : Now, why would I do that little punk.
Dennis : Cuz I can help you.
Raider Guard : Hmm, Why not.
(Raider Guard opens Dennis' cell)
(Dennis knocks the Raider Guard out cold)
Dennis : Now it's my time to escape.

Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):

I'm Dennis Falcon and I'm the last survivor of the Falcon family.
It all happend 12 years ago, we were a happily living family until we got attacked.
My mom and dad fought with all their power that they had, but they got killed by a little group of Raiders.
Luckily my uncle was there so save me before i got killed too, he taught me all my skills that I have now.
2 years have passed, until it all happend again.
My uncles house got attacked by the same group of Raiders, only this time I was old enough to fight alongside my uncle.
My uncle died almost immediatly at the beginning of the fight, so I was the only one still fighting for the safety of my aunt and her children.
I got knocked out cold and dragged away.

The time I woke up, I was jailed couldn't escape couldn't do anything.
I trained what I could train.
After a while I got a new guard who had the watch me, a rookie.
I said to him, that I would help him if he unlocked my cell, but I always was a sneaky little ******* even when I was young.
After the unlocked my cell door, I knocked that little weener out cold and planned my escape.
I took the rookie guards his clothes and dressed myself up as him and threw him in the cell.
They were a tad bit too late with finding out as I was already outside the prisons wall.
Now that I'm free again, I'm gonna avenge my family and bring back the honor to my family.

This is the story of Dennis Falcon

Quote from monkehs

IGN:monkehs
Age:16
Role-Play Exp.:Not loads sorry
Why Us:Very cool concept
Time You Can Dedicate:6pm-10pm

Quote from sirloff

OOC

IGN: moltal
Age: 24
Role-Play Exp.: I began when books were the only way to play. Vampires the masquerade, then Lord of the rings, followed by Diablo II RP (LAN connection with my friends), I also played my best friend RP book. Every major and not so major Pc, playstation and sega genesis rp games. And I spend two years in acting school. (not the wisest thing in the world but you learn a lot about "Role playing")
Why Us: Simple , "aftermath theme" My favorite. This also seems to be the most serious of the "aftermath theme" server out there. And every single fallout server seems to be run "Spartanlaser" I seen your name a lot and all that experience can only lead to good things.
Time You Can Dedicate: well if the server lives up to the expectations you will see my name a lot.

IC

Name: Bjorn Knox
Gender: Male
Age: 48
Appearance: Rough looking, taught caucasian skin, 1 blue eye, 1 patch and 1 hole behind it, never shaves but his beard doesn't grow past "5 o'clock style". Strong complexion, big bones but low far levels, hard headed... literally.
Fears: Many and thats why he stays alive. Always sits with his back against the wall, hates dark places, its afraid of anything that go "BOOOM". His greatest fear is to die with out fighting.
Personality: Pragmatic and stoic to the core. "If your problem has a solution then...why worry about it? If your problem doesn’t have solution then...why worry about it? Bjorn thinks more than what he says and says more than what you think. Comes across as the "silent type" to those that don't know him well and most of the people that knows him well is dead, eaither because of "natural causes" or because "Bjorn causes it".
Occupation: Mercenary period. In the wastelands if you are not hunting you are the prey.
Skills: Solid close combat fighter. Excellent survivalist. A big town is for him what a big Zoo is for a lion. Advance first aid and good knowledge of medicine. Really anything related with ..."I need not to die"
Nickname (Optional): If you knew it you would be dead.

RP Example (Add Dialogue):

Bjorn: Bigi! Bigi! where the hell are you!?
Bigi: (cough!) Bjorn! Im down here!
Bjorn: Damn you and all the other engineers I told you to aim to the head!
Bigi: Well next time you can shoot them with sticks then ! if it wasn't for me you would be fighting with your bare hands!
Bjorn: And it would be fine ! ! If it wasn't for you I wouldn't be under suppressive fire right now! [pfffshhhhhhhh BOOOM!]
Bjorn: BIGI !!!
*Bjorn turns around and look at the attackers. Like posses by a demon now he decides that no "BOOOM" its scary enough to make him leave his friend behind. 3 against 1 ... angry psychotic mercenary.... the odds are not good ... for them.

Bigi: ... what ... [opens his eyes] .. where are we ?
Bjorn: a little place i like to call ... new shelter..
Bigi: but we where ... I was ...
Bjorn: Dont worry I wasn't going to back to using my hands for fighting so I kinda need you around... *smiles*
Bigi: ... crazy psychotic ******* ... I hope you at least brought my carry on
Bjorn: ... ohh S%&^!!!!

Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):

(Bigi is my friend and we are applying to play together , so I include him in my story)

Born and abandon in the wastelands managed to survived thanks to the kindness of a wanderer that could not bare the sight of a defeated baby. Perhaps because it reminded him of what he lost, perhaps because he saw it as a way of fighting against all that is unfair in this world, the reason as to why he did it is not known to me and I really don't care. From Bjorn I learned everything I know and when he died I took his name to honor his legacy. It may not matter much but It was the only way I had to "pay him back" for saving my life some 30 something years ago. Time... what does it matter now. -"Shelter, food a good shotgun, those things matter" Bjorn used to say. I don't keep track of time, I don't keep maps, I don't keep pleasant memories. All I have is the now and I will do what ever it takes to survive, surrender is not an option.
If I was born in this treacherous world I will make sure I leave my mark behind. Life can only be understood looking backwards but It needs to be lived looking forward, and right now Im on my looking forward. I will not sit and die I will not give up I will not abandon myself as my parents did when i was just "a burden".
Now I travel with one slow, at times boring and very annoying engineer... I travel with my friend. We both tackle down this world bit by bit even if that means having to "square out" the competition.
I am at times hostile towards other "races" or species or anything that has 2 heads and drools towards me, but what can I say some one has to be the "watch dog" of this party or we wont make it till tomorrow. Its like Old Bjorn used to say "-don't trusts anyone, don't believe in anyone, don't travel with anyone. Unless they have proven themselves to be worthy of sharing the road"... This is a tough wild world some times emotions are best left aside. Rational thinking and intuitive maneuvers have kept me, us alive long enough to tell the tale and he is not about to change right now.
While traveling with old Bjorn I leaned a great deal about philosophy. He taught me how read and how to write. Still I wont make a living out novels but when I have a chance I sit down and re-reads the thoughts and experiences of Old Bjorn; a personal journal he left behind.
Now I walk the wastelands, scavenging for resources, moving from shelter to shelter, trading what ever little I own, picking up contracts to ... hmmm ... better the land, and every so often saving my friend's neck from killing himself or getting caught. Its another bright day in town...



(( can I wonder around the wastelands before joining a faction ??))

Quote from colemertz

OOC

IGN: colemertz
Age: 14
Role-Play Exp.: I have played on fallout: war never changes, and lord of the craft (it isn't very good)
Why Us: Because I have seen what this staff team is capable of and I loved the last one :happy.gif:
Time You Can Dedicate: All you need to know is that I play minecraft may too much... ._.

IC

Name: Allen Ramirez
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Appearance: Average height, medium build, brown hair, always wears a balaclave, white.
Fears: Of disappointing his mother. And jellyfish.
Personality: Very straight to the point, not so talkative, enjoys conversations about firearms when asked.
Occupation: Mercenary/wanderer.
Skills: A skilled marksman, with rifles with a sharp eye.
Nickname (Optional): Ghost
RP Example
Ncr soldier: Watch out theirs deathclaws up the road!
Ramirez: *puts on sunglasses* No problem
Ncr soldier: Why did you put sunglasses on at night
Lance: *Lance then takes off his sunglasses and shoves them down the Ncr soldiers throat, and hides the body in a manhole.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
Allen was ironically born in the town of Allen, Texas in 2256 To a poor family who ranched brahmin. Allen always saw the mercenaries by the town central, going out with people and coming back with heads, and for some reason... he felt somehow attracted to the killings. One day when he was 16, he left his family on a mission for a better life, not with the brutally baked Texas plains...
Allen wandered west for several years, never truly finding that one town with the 'home' feeling to it. Allen wandered across the mountains of New Mexico and settled in Santa Fe... or what's left of it. Allen worked as a gun for hire, as their we're plenty of shady fellows in the town. One day, a man by the name of 'Foley' contracted him to go up into the mountains and kill his brother, An easy job he thought... As he wandered the rocky's for his cave that the Brother dwelled in he encountered A pack of Yao Guai, as you can already guess he barely killed one of them before his face was ripped to merely shreds. He awoke several weeks later in a NCR scout camp with bandages covering his face A field doctor gave a a balaclava with a skull on it to cover his scars, he liked it. A expedition battalion had found his mangled corpse in a small hole near the four corners. He was nursed back to health and soon field joined the NCR. The battalion was one of the first to arrive in the mojave, Allen soon felt that 'home' feeling again...

EDIT: I'd thought I would just add the NCR app into it also

NCR Application

IC

Full Name: Allen Ramirez

Specialization (Scientist, Soldier, Farmer, etc.): Soldier

Will You Be Dedicated: To the end

Why The NCR: Because it's the only damned civilization in the wastes

Will You Respect Your Fellow Officers and Soldiers: Yes

Will You Fight Until The End: Hell Yea.

Quote from deathblade99

OOC

IGN:deathblade99
Age:15
Role-Play Exp.:Been on countless medieval roleplay servers and one like this before. Used to own my own for a short time.
Why Us:I love roleplaying, and Skyrim and fallout are my favorite games
Time You Can Dedicate:Easily about every day

IC

Name:Chris Korden
Gender:Male
Age:26
Appearance:6 foot 2 with a buzz cut, not a bodybuilder, but I have some decent sized muscles.
Fears:Spiders, I ****ing hate spiders.
Personality:Overconfident, and would happily run into rooms full of enemies with confidence, careless, worryfree(if that's a word?).
Occupation:Can you clarify this for me please?
Skills:Running, endurance not speed. Sneaking. Tactics.
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue):I'm sorry, I'm great at roleplaying, but I can't just make things up like this. If it is really a problem I can think of one, but it will take a good while.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):Again, I'm kind of bad at this kind of thing, but ill try.

I came from up north, from a small settlement known as Afton.I lived with my dad and sister, my mother had died before I was born. It wasn't much of a town, but it was safe and I had shelter and food.In 2036(I assume this is post-modern like fallout) a group of bandits about 7 or 8 men large walked in town and started destroying things and demanding we give them everything we have. they had raided the liquor store and were becoming drunk and increasingly more violent. One of the men decided to stab a woman who wouldn't do as he said. This is where I said that was enough. I grabbed a plank with some nails in the end and headed towards him. The man turned around and saw me and called his friends, "Hey boys, looks like we got a rebel here". The rest of the men came and trapped me in a circle. "Well, what are you going to do boy? You cant take all of us on at once", the bandit said. I knew this was true, I couldn't take them all. I knew I couldn't take them all at once, but I wasn't going to let that man get away with stabbing the woman. I ran towards the man and kicked him in the groin. He fell down to his knees in pain and I slammed the nail board into the back of his neck, killing him. I grabbed his revolver out of his holster and ran into cover, I only killed 1 more and injured another before it jammed and became unusable.I suppose it wouldn't have mattered anyway since as that happened, I felt a bullet enter my lower back and exit my front side. I fell to the ground from the pain and another man pick up a barrel full of water and slammed it down onto my head, knocking me unconscious. I woke up early morning the next day in a ditch with most of the village in there with me, but dead. I couldn't bare the sight of all the bloody bodies, I puked right on the spot until I had nothing else to throw up. I noticed my sisters body about 15 feet away from me in the ditch. I walked up to her and noticed something, she was breathing. She was beaten bad but no major injuries. I splashed some water from a barrel on her face and she woke up. I made sure she was ok then we searched the town for any survivors. We were unable to find anyone and the weird thing, my dad's body was nowhere to be found. Either he escaped or he was taken by the bandits. We went into our house and into our dads room and ripped up the floorboard where he kept his prized shotgun and machete. They were still there, killing the chance that he had escaped, meaning he had been taken by the bandits. I grabbed the machete, and my sister got the shotgun. We went through the town and gathered a small supply of food and water and left the town. If we ever found those bandits again, we were going to kill them and save our dad.

I know it said 2 paragraphs, but I think 1 super long paragraph should be sufficient :tongue.gif:.

Extra: I noticed this server was just posted yesterday and if its still in development, I would love to help out with it. I'm not asked for moderator or anything, I'd just be happy to help build the map or whatever you need me to do. Thanks for reading.

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Class?: Scientist (Responsible for food and science) ; Engineer (Responsible for armor, weapons and buildings) ;
	Soldier: Fights for the Motherland and collects resources ; Can rank up (Highest rank possible Marshall) ; Can become Spetsnaz (Special forces)

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Will You Respect Your Fellow Officers and Soldiers:

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In-Character name:
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Why the Enclave?: (No, I lkz p0Wr AMorZ Derpz) 
What Specialization do you want(Sniper x1 , Rifleman x2, Support Gunner x2 or  Medic x0 first come first serve!): 
Will you remain loyal to the Enclave?:
Do you agree to never disobey officers?

THE KINGS ? SCHOOL FOR THE KING IMPERSONATORS 
APPLICATION
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Will you obey Kings rules and regulations?:
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Welcome to The Kings buddy! Get your tap shoes on and get on the stage, but don"t forget your gun!

***INFORMATION RECEIVED***
The Kings are looking for someone to fill the space for pacer; if you are accepted as pacer you will automatically be placed in higher fame and will receive your own personal gun. Please fill out everything below for your chance to be my good ole' friend!
What is the difference between Pacer and King?:
As Pacer you will have lots of trading and street responsibilities, do you think you can handle it?:
Good Luck up on the stage, hope you get the part!

---- The Followers Application ----
So you believe you deserve to join the Followers?
As leader of the Followers, I have to look through and find the ones?
Who will take their job seriously.
Do you have what it takes? ? Balten S. Melcore
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Do you enjoy helping the needy?
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Great Khan Application  

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Class?: Scientist ( Farms, makes "drugs" and explosives); Hunter ( Scavenges abandoned settlements and hunts food); Worker ( Builds buildings, tunnels, etc.); Soldier ( Attacks enemies, defends base, straight forward stuff). Note: All classes will have the same ranking system.

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