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Massive list here:

Roenbandit: Accepted
Twister720: Accepted
Andres3008: Accepted

atwt: Denied- Make the backstory longer and detailed

These people are denied for various reasons. Don't half ass the app people
victishonor99
Yesman6101
Emerald Zeus
Sanchez

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IGN. I may have gotten it wrong.

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IGN. I may have gotten it wrong.

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Sanchez: You are on my list now and Twister aswell.

I am done reading apps for the night.

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OOC

IGN: sbruler
Age: 12
Role-Play Exp.: Wow, Fallout (1-3 + Vegas), Minecraft server: Ruined World, Lego Universe, Champions Online, ALOT MORE.
Why Us: I am a big fan of Fallout and the Vault server sucks.
Time You Can Dedicate: About 28 hours a week.

IC

Name: Nic Coluccino
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Appearance: A younger male. He isn't buff, but he isn't fat. Although, how can you get fat with almost no food? Anyways, he isn't all too battered up. Not too much that would do it to him. He stole some armor that makes him seem just awkward...
Fears: He is scared of conflict.
Personality: A friendly fellow. He never fights though. He tries to avoid this, but at times he will steal.
Occupation: None.
Skills: Crimes such as thievery. He is also good at walking around undetected.
Nickname (Optional):
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Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): I was born in Primm. My father died (for reasons unknown) before my birth. My brother, John, my mother, Kim, and I, Nic all lived together in a small building that my brother built. We often sat back and watched as everything around us got destroyed. My mother and my brother took turns guarding the house. You could say that watching your mother rip a poor man to pieces using nothing but a crossbow and a small knife can permanently scar a 4-year-old, but I found that it helped me prepare myself for the future death of my best friend Rale. Once I turned 12, I took the place of my mother. I, myself, hated it. I found violence and war entirely pointless. But the world is as it is, so survival is much more essential than a measly opinion.
After 5 years of hell, I turned 17. That's when my brother began to teach me to build. He told me it was to come in use. He knew alot about building. He built the small, sturdy shed we live in. My mother was soon murdered by raiders, while my brother and I were out back, trying to find his pickaxe. We heard the screams of my mother and rushed in. We discovered my mother had died. My brother charged at one of the raiders, and forced him to the ground. He grapsed the knife of the raider and shoved it deep into his back. He removed it and got to his feet. The other raider was carrying a large bag and was running (if you could call it running) very slowly. My brother caught up to him, wrapped his arm around the raider's neck, and forced him to the ground. He plunged the knife into where his heart was located. Blood leaked from both bodies. My brother reached into the slow one's bag and searched, while I looked through whatever the other one had. We found some stuff of ours, some food, some arrows, knives, and items stolen from other people. We took the food, arrows, and whatever was ours.
We hurriedly search for the pickaxe. Once we found it, we dug a small grave using the pickaxe. My brother told me to use it to cut down one of the dead trees for wood and handed it to me. I wondered why he said dead. They're all dead... Anyways, I eventually found a tree, and cut it down. I cut off the branches and slipped them into my worn pocket. I dragged the log back home. My brother got to work on making it into a sign. He pushed it into the ground next to her grave, and used a small blade to carve "Here lies Kim Coluccino: Mother to Nic and John Coluccino. May her soul rest in peace." I had never learned to read, so he read it to me. I began to cry. I missed my mother all too greatly at that time, even though it was just minutes after her death. I didn't quite see a point in her burial, since she'd probably be grave robbed by raiders and devoured by mutants. My brother said some words. Then he told me he had to leave. He said I needed skills for the real world, so he quickly gave me instructions on mining and then ran off. I went back into the shed and packed up the few things I had into my PIPBOY.
I then looked outside for anything of mine or my brother's. Once I had found everything and put it into my PIPBOY, I left the area. I wandered around for a while. I eventually found some sort of civilization. Almost all of it was destroyed, except an old, abandoned shack. I was scared to enter, for there may be a nest of beast. I slowly crept up there. It was empty. I used the pickaxe to take some rock out of the ground. I used it to make a small wall in front of the entrance of what remained of the tiny building. I stayed there for a couple days. The conditions were horrid and I had almost ran out of the food that we had looted from the raiders. I packed up my things into my PIPBOY and moved away, once again. I wandered for days surviving by using the wilderness, and whatever I could steal and loot.
I eventually found a group of survivors. They threatened me with a spear, in an attempt to steal whatever I had. I didn't have much: A bow from home, a rotten apple that I had found on a tree, my pickaxe, and a couple other things. I began to wonder if the apple had radiation... I opened my PIPBOY and pulled out the apple. I told them it was all I had. They fought over it like animals. One of them took it and ran. I ran off, hoping they'd all die in an attempt to win the apple. I just walked around, looking for civilization. After too many hours to count, a beast attacked me. It knocked me to the ground and clawed at my chest. It was merciless. Someone eventually fired an arrow at it. The arrow punctured the mutant's skin and it collapsed. I thanked the man with my life. Considering without him, I wouldn't have it. Convincing me that he meant no harm, I allowed him to bring me to other people. I joined the small group of survivors. I promised myself I wouldn't fight all too much. I didn't want to get hurt again. No way in hell that I'm getting close to another mutant. I waited for a while. I got to know the survivors. There was Rale, Lela, Chell, Pete, and Casey. The only females being Lela and Chell, they were really nothing but sex toys. Their agreement with the group was if they offered sexual intercourse, and in return they received free food. I was offered sex, and for a brief moment thought about it. I denied, after watching one of them strip in front of me. Lela looked horrid! Pete and Casey claimed Lela was the best, so I was scared to see what Chell looked like. Rale told me that he found it as a disgrace to women and he denied to do it. I examined my surroundings; A couple tents, two dead trees, and just a bunch of dry wasteland. Not much else. We waited for an hour or two. A group of mutants eventually attacked. Almost everyone died. Only Rale and I remained. I let him finish off the beasts. I just pretended I had no idea how to use a weapon, which was somewhat true. I had just shot a thing here and there when they got near out house back when I was with the family. We looted our dear friends. I took two bows and some armor. We ran off. We eventually ran into a trader trying to get food by bartering whatever he can steal. I handed him a two of my three bows and he gave me arrows. Then, I stood in disbelief as Rale shot him with the crossbow and looted him. I looked in disgust at the weak body, with an arrow piercing the head. I thought about stealing from this man for a moment. I eventually shrugged and began to loot as well. I guess it was for the best. The best for us, at least. Rale took a pickaxe, lots of arrows, some armor and more. I took some arrows, some coal, a couple branches, and so on. Now, I had the bows I had stolen, my bow from, the armor (which I had equipped), a pickaxe, lots of arrows, the coal and sticks, and a couple of other unimportant items that we had stolen from the trader. We traveled around a bit. I spoke to Rale, asking how he ended up here. He told me his life story. It was actually pretty similar to mine. He was raised without a father, his mother died when he was older, and his only other living relative left him. After wandering a bit, we found some rock and we dug our axes into the ground. We were mining at the base of a mountain. I was scared that we would cause a large amount of damage to the base and cause a rockslide. I figured that we could get out of the way quick enough, so I spoke to Rale. He knew nothing of mining so I taught him everything my brother had taught me. After several hours, a rockslide occurred. We moved out of the way just barely fast enough. It actually made work much easier because the material that had fallen was already separated from the ground. We took what we could of it. Then I realized, we had nothing to do with it. What could we make with nothing, but rock. Rale suggested a shelter. It took several hours as well, but I used my building skills to build it. I thought of my brother... What had happened to him? I thought of him for a while and then decided to get some rest. We stayed in the small shelter for a while. Rale and I spoke of our lives, war, and other topics. I began to ponder if we should leave. It was about two weeks that we were there.
Eventually, another group of mutants come. Rale fought mercilessly while I hid. They killed Rale right in front of me. The fact that I let him die made me feel guilty. The beast approached me. It took me several moments to figure out that it wasn't him. It claws at me endlessly. I reach into my PIPBOY for the coal and sticks. I could just barely move so it was extremely hard and painful. I brought the two materials up to my head, and used them to create a torch. With every movement, my body swelled with pain, but the beast's clawing was much worse. I decide commit suicide in attempt to kill the creature and end my pain. I light the beast afire. I figured he would collapse and the flame would burn me, as well. Well, he collapsed, but I was dragged away by someone. I somehow get knocked out. I awake in a room with my brother. We talk for a short amount of time. He tells me of what had happened and where he left me some stuff. He also tells of where he went and if I may see him again. He tells of how he may not return and such. I shed a single tear and bid farewell. He runs off, in a somewhat suspicious manner, I go to where he says left something for me. I find myself surprised that I could move. I continued over to my stuff. It was behind a car on its side. I thought of cars. My mother told me that there hadn't been any working ones for a long time. Anyways, there was an unlatched chest behind the car. I opened it up to find a slightly burnt book. I open the book to find that it had been hollowed out. Inside, there was a photo in black and white. It was of my mother, my brother, and I. It looked as if I was just a newborn. I slowly began to cry. After the tears stopped, I put the picture in my PIPBOY and walked off. I wandered for an hour or two; the closest thing to life that I saw was a rotting corpse. I eventually came across a building that has seemed to collapse. I shuffled through the remains. And saw the corpse of what looked as if it would have been a beautiful woman if she had lived. I grinned and thought of a story my mother told me that her father once read to her. Charles Dickens wrote, "He would make a lovely corpse." With an increasingly large amount of pleasure of the quote, I continued to search the remains. I found a tiny figurine. I smiled at it's amazing detail. After, all these years, it has survived without any lack of beauty. I believed myself foolish for thinking that of nothing but a figurine of a pig with wings. I remembered Rale had once said "I ain't gonna give up until pigs fly." I began to miss Rale. His companionship was quite enjoyable. He offered humorous statements and wise advice. I sighed with disappointment. I stood and saluted to the sky. "Rale, may you rest in peace." I wasn't much of a speaker, so I stopped there. I took the figurine and gently dropped it into my PIPBOY. I continued to walk on. I eventually ended up here. And this is where my story continues, and if worse comes to worse, ends.