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ever been to Vegas?
You know what I don't understand? Is that everyone on this forum just about hates you... Me, I don't hate. But your still here... Why?
ever been to Vegas?
I envy your sexy good sir.
He's actually a robot/cowboy/human thing. Trust me I know this stuff.
Wait, Snowman were you the guy surprised I'm 13?
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So kindly screw off, you twit.
Hmm? Thats just my spin on an IC way to accept people, you like?
EDIT: 'cause in the first one they refer to it as a sim.
I was declined once, so I re did it, and the whitelister didnt reply, and this one fag was like Oh my god Chautmans law or whatever, wich is total ********, the server should just have world guard and no whitelist with room for 300 people. cause I wrote 3 good dif apps.
Role-Play Exp.: I play many RP style games, Minecraft RP servers, Elder Srolls, Fallout, ect.
Why Us: I love, Fallout and Minecraft, this server looks awesome, so I want to try it out!
Time You Can Dedicate: 1-2 hours ATLEAST every day
Appearance: my face looks hopeless but very scarred, and torn from the wasteland. I am just an average Joe, on appearance.
Fears: What is fear? Im afraid of fear itself!
Personality: I look hopless and given up, but I feel different, I will put my name on the wasteland, I will make it happen. I am very loyal to those I trust, and a good enemy to those I dont. I will never give up, because I never gave any. I am determined, resonable, and witty, A good ally.
Occupation: Scavenger/ anything that gets me some caps.
Skills: very articulate, thinkable, entergetic, makes new ideas, also a good miner if it pays off
Nickname (Optional): pet
RP Example (Add Dialogue): The old bar, was spilling its people out. People scrambling to leave, 3 gunshots were heared. The man who walked out carrying an old sawed off scatter gun looked into the eyes of a cowering civilian. He said, "what are you whining about?" The civilian only answered with moans. The man just walked away, to come upon somoene known as, "Bandit." He was an old gunslinger who originated from, New Vegas. They looked at each other, once brothers they are now bitter foe. "Bandit, your time has come. You support the cause we set out to destroy!" Bandit answered back, "Oh no! Im gonna destroy you!" Bandit reached for his laser pistol, but the man had already shot 2 slugs into his chest before his hand reached the pistol. The man simply walked out of town and was never seen in the town again.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs)
I was born in a far away land, with my parents in a very unihabitted place, when I was 4 or 5 a bunch of Enclave soliders appeared and killed all of us, Except me..They saved me for some torture, I guess. Later a group of the Brotherhood spotted us, they came into the camp and noticed who they were, a large gun battle went on. the Enclave were slaughtered, I was saved though, I was raised by a trader/gun slinger, Bob Yates. He took me in and taught me, trade, survival skills and how to handle a gun. I am now a wanderer. I find places to live till my time is up, I would like to join the Brotherhood of Steel, like my uncle was "my adoptive father's brother." I still have yet to hear from him, its been a while.
I wander through looking for a purpose and I find it, lieing in an old shack, a map? A map of this region locating the hot spots of the Enclave, the same group that killed my, Father, mother, and two sisters.... I WILL find them and destroy all that I can, to let my family and people know, I never forget. One day years later, I found a deserted outpost in the Mojave. It once was the South West Enclave, Headquarters. I saw horrors in all the corners of this place, I had to kill my way out, a bunch of confused gouhls, not the ones that are brainless, just gouhls. They were trying to keep me in, but they were so limber, they broke like twigs. Im now once again wandering the Mojave, looking for a cause.
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*grabs his shotgun and looks to everyone else* Shhhh! Be very very quiet I am going Troll hunting.
Your 13 really!? I am too, seems you have some maturing to do! (That rhymes!) Denied.