Post by Themoddedman on Nov 22, 2015 6:26:04 GMT
Steam ID:
STEAM_0:1:59731091
Character(s)
Zach Backstein
Have you ever been banned from our servers?
No.
Why do you want to join the BoS?
I wish to serve the Brotherhood and make sure that the dangerous technology that lies in the Commonwealth does not fall into the hands of bandits, and turned against the population. And of course we all know, Democracy is non-negotiable.
Please provide a 10 /me minimum passive RP for your character (ERP will result in an immediate denial)
*Scribe Backstein stays writing on the pad, looking up to the computer here and there.*
"Scribe." Says the Brotherhood Knight.
/me hums, and finishes the sentence, dotting and turning toward the knight. "Yes brother?"
"We're going up." He says eagerly.
/me lifts an eyebrow, staring for a few moments before finally saying, "Up? And I am being asked to accompany I assume?"
*The Knight nods toward him.* "We'll need someone to operate the tech and see if it is damaged. And if it is worth it."
/me sets down his notepad, and his pen slowly. He looks up to the Knight, just one last time. He reaches to the computer, and exits out of the file, and shutting the computer off.
*The Knight reaches to his side, for his laser pistol, before he is stopped.*
/me raises his hand, "I have my own, Brother. Worry not." He reaches for his laser pistol, and holds it down by his side, safety on.
/me nods, "Let's go, shall we?"
*The Knight lets out a slight laugh, and marches out the door.*
/me puts his laser pistol back into the holster on his side, and marches behind the Knight. He looks around the halls as the Brothers and Sisters of the Brotherhood of Steel stomp past, and smiles.
*The Knight waves to his left at the brothers against the wall.*
*The Two Knights leave their conversation, sprinting over and nodding to the Scribe. They march on.*
Please provide a 10 /me minimum combat RP for your character (Rape ERP will result in an immediate denial)
*Sudden rounds burst over the Brotherhood squad, the members diving down behind the torn piece of house.*
"The items cannot be taken! They're inside!" I yelled.
*The Knights would stand and return fire, their lasers lighting up the area, shading out the bullets in their beam of light.*
/me stands, his laser pistol ready and safety off. He'd fire off two shots and move to the edge of the piece. He'd fire another beam.
"Give me cover fire!" I yelled.
*The knights would ramp up the fire, the rounds flying rapidly, forcing the bandits to move behind cover.*
/me sprints off to the house, dodging some rounds fired by bandits brave enough to fire through the beams.
*Bandit fires off a round straight in front of the scribe, aiming for his chest.*
/me would attempt to hustle up, and burst through the door, narrowly dodging the bullet.
*Scribe Backstein rolls a 56*
*Bandit rolls a 22*
/me would burst through the door, and fall to his knees. He'd pant heavily, before standing quickly, and raising his pistol. He'd walk slowly through the house, his boots making slight thuds and making the wood floors creak. He'd sling his sights to the side as the floor creaked, and then aim forward again. He'd slowly turn the corner.
*Bandit fires off a rifle shot toward him as he turned, attempting to hit him in the arm.*
/me attempts to sling back behind the cover
*Scribe Backstein has rolled a 20*
*Bandit has rolled a 70*
*The round would pierce his shoulder, and he'd reel back, slinging up his right arm and firing a shot off his laser pistol into his chest.*
*Bandit would attempt to roll and dodge the round*
*Scribe Backstein rolled a 100*
*Bandit rolled a 15*
*The round would burn through his chest, his body crumpling to the ground.*
/me would fall to the ground, the fire outside already halted and the Knights rushing in. He'd sigh.
Backstory (4 paragraph minimum)
Zach Backstein lived a simple life; Not the easiest, but simple. He grew up in a shabby town in Oklahoma, run under by gangs of course. His life was filled with bullies, left and right. He actually learned that, and grew up on the foundation that no one is that no one is truly good without gain in the wasteland. He saw the only way to get above them, is to outsmart them. Knowledge would carry him far, even through the depression of his father's murder at the hand of the gangs. He taught himself to shoot a gun, but most of all, he taught himself to use his brain. He studied multitudes of non-destroyed pre-war books, and even used any piece of tech he could find, marveling in it's uses and advancements, spending his time dismantling and re-assembling the technology. He read from terminals, about the buildings of technology and the use of fusion technology. He spent some of his time in the shambled school that was in town, managed by women that had nothing else to do; But the library was his home, his shelter, his ticket to freedom in his eyes.
With the study of everything technological for the longest time, came the downsides. He was mocked, and called a nerd by other kids, most of them eaten by deathclaws or mutants eventually of course but it still hung in his heart. Several years past as the gang attacks became worse and worse, until the attacks claimed his mother. With no taxes to pay for his home, and him being dirt poor, he continued his studies, his life now trashed, only knowledge was comfort. He had formed a plan, through all the pain and suffering, to escape with his mom to Texas, crossing the border, but her death had made this goal impossible. His world was crumbling around him, until a caravan came into town, and contained two individuals interesting beyond what he had planned. Their arrival waited for by bandits, but luckily, just luck, gave them the chance to spot the oncoming onslaught of gruesome savages that awaited ahead; Their hands not ready to exchange handshakes, but weapons ready to exchange blood.
Backstein worked on the terminal, his fingers swift upon the keyboard. The door would fling open to the library, he'd look toward it, a black male with a scruffy goatee upon his face, diving through, his companion, a white clean shaven male, close at hand. He'd raise an eyebrow, then shake his head up and down, as if he now understands. The black male would look up to him.
"Yo!? What the hell are you doing man? Shit's going down outside and you're sitting in here doing nothing!?" Yelled the black male.
"I'm actually doing something mate, obviously. Secondly, the raiders are consistent here. It's not an unusual ordeal sadly." I'd respond.
"Fuck!" The man yelled.
He began to whisper to his companion, something inaudible to Zach. He shrugged it off and asked them to join him at the table. The man's companion eventually checked outside for the ravagers, and saw only but the murder of the entire caravan. They had no where to go, and no one to rely on, so of course Zach extended his aid, and let them stay at his old home, the one he grew up with family, and ended up living in, solitude. They asked him many questions, barely any pre-war, and assuming from that, they were vault dwellers, which was later confirmed. He showed them the ways of the Wasteland, and mentioned the plan that he had devised for his mom and him. They showed general acceptance to the plan, and even helped him form it better. They devised a plan that said if bandits ever pushed up and completely took over the city, they would escape. And after a year, they did.
The group escaped into Texas, crossing the border of course, and began scouring the land and buildings within it. They obtained food, water, and equipment to survive as long as they could, and even made it part of their lifestyle aside from occasional assignments from outside sources. Protection, and somethings less discussed. Eventually across their travels, they ran into a scribe upon their scavenging, accompanied by Brotherhood knights (Unknown of ranks to them at the time) and began to question his appearance and who or what he was. The scribe explained who they were, but not all their intentions of course, after Zach engaged in conversation on common grounds of technology and information. They saw that the group explored this land, and asked if they have found any technology, which they had not, and then asked if the group would find it. They offered caps, and trust, so of course they accepted.
Once the job was completed, they paid and then asked for their names, and they responded appropriately, marking themselves as allies, or as close as the Brotherhood would allow. Shortly after their acquaintances, they were attacked by raiders from the shanty town, the Brotherhood being long gone and no one nearby to support their defense. Their equipment was stolen, taken from them, and they barely escaped with their lives. With empty pockets, and hungry stomachs, they fled to the town for Brotherhood support. Once in the town, Zach gained immediate interest in becoming a scribe, and plans to invest his time to become so.
TERMS AND CONDITIONS: (failure to say yes to all of these will result in immediate denial.)
1: If your app is accepted, you will start out as an initiate with only the most basic of BoS training.
I accept.
2: Abusing your whitelist will result in a permanent blacklist
I accept.
3: While you are allowed to go rogue, you will require the owner's permission, and there better be a damn good reason.
I accept.
STEAM_0:1:59731091
Character(s)
Zach Backstein
Have you ever been banned from our servers?
No.
Why do you want to join the BoS?
I wish to serve the Brotherhood and make sure that the dangerous technology that lies in the Commonwealth does not fall into the hands of bandits, and turned against the population. And of course we all know, Democracy is non-negotiable.
Please provide a 10 /me minimum passive RP for your character (ERP will result in an immediate denial)
*Scribe Backstein stays writing on the pad, looking up to the computer here and there.*
"Scribe." Says the Brotherhood Knight.
/me hums, and finishes the sentence, dotting and turning toward the knight. "Yes brother?"
"We're going up." He says eagerly.
/me lifts an eyebrow, staring for a few moments before finally saying, "Up? And I am being asked to accompany I assume?"
*The Knight nods toward him.* "We'll need someone to operate the tech and see if it is damaged. And if it is worth it."
/me sets down his notepad, and his pen slowly. He looks up to the Knight, just one last time. He reaches to the computer, and exits out of the file, and shutting the computer off.
*The Knight reaches to his side, for his laser pistol, before he is stopped.*
/me raises his hand, "I have my own, Brother. Worry not." He reaches for his laser pistol, and holds it down by his side, safety on.
/me nods, "Let's go, shall we?"
*The Knight lets out a slight laugh, and marches out the door.*
/me puts his laser pistol back into the holster on his side, and marches behind the Knight. He looks around the halls as the Brothers and Sisters of the Brotherhood of Steel stomp past, and smiles.
*The Knight waves to his left at the brothers against the wall.*
*The Two Knights leave their conversation, sprinting over and nodding to the Scribe. They march on.*
Please provide a 10 /me minimum combat RP for your character (Rape ERP will result in an immediate denial)
*Sudden rounds burst over the Brotherhood squad, the members diving down behind the torn piece of house.*
"The items cannot be taken! They're inside!" I yelled.
*The Knights would stand and return fire, their lasers lighting up the area, shading out the bullets in their beam of light.*
/me stands, his laser pistol ready and safety off. He'd fire off two shots and move to the edge of the piece. He'd fire another beam.
"Give me cover fire!" I yelled.
*The knights would ramp up the fire, the rounds flying rapidly, forcing the bandits to move behind cover.*
/me sprints off to the house, dodging some rounds fired by bandits brave enough to fire through the beams.
*Bandit fires off a round straight in front of the scribe, aiming for his chest.*
/me would attempt to hustle up, and burst through the door, narrowly dodging the bullet.
*Scribe Backstein rolls a 56*
*Bandit rolls a 22*
/me would burst through the door, and fall to his knees. He'd pant heavily, before standing quickly, and raising his pistol. He'd walk slowly through the house, his boots making slight thuds and making the wood floors creak. He'd sling his sights to the side as the floor creaked, and then aim forward again. He'd slowly turn the corner.
*Bandit fires off a rifle shot toward him as he turned, attempting to hit him in the arm.*
/me attempts to sling back behind the cover
*Scribe Backstein has rolled a 20*
*Bandit has rolled a 70*
*The round would pierce his shoulder, and he'd reel back, slinging up his right arm and firing a shot off his laser pistol into his chest.*
*Bandit would attempt to roll and dodge the round*
*Scribe Backstein rolled a 100*
*Bandit rolled a 15*
*The round would burn through his chest, his body crumpling to the ground.*
/me would fall to the ground, the fire outside already halted and the Knights rushing in. He'd sigh.
Backstory (4 paragraph minimum)
Zach Backstein lived a simple life; Not the easiest, but simple. He grew up in a shabby town in Oklahoma, run under by gangs of course. His life was filled with bullies, left and right. He actually learned that, and grew up on the foundation that no one is that no one is truly good without gain in the wasteland. He saw the only way to get above them, is to outsmart them. Knowledge would carry him far, even through the depression of his father's murder at the hand of the gangs. He taught himself to shoot a gun, but most of all, he taught himself to use his brain. He studied multitudes of non-destroyed pre-war books, and even used any piece of tech he could find, marveling in it's uses and advancements, spending his time dismantling and re-assembling the technology. He read from terminals, about the buildings of technology and the use of fusion technology. He spent some of his time in the shambled school that was in town, managed by women that had nothing else to do; But the library was his home, his shelter, his ticket to freedom in his eyes.
With the study of everything technological for the longest time, came the downsides. He was mocked, and called a nerd by other kids, most of them eaten by deathclaws or mutants eventually of course but it still hung in his heart. Several years past as the gang attacks became worse and worse, until the attacks claimed his mother. With no taxes to pay for his home, and him being dirt poor, he continued his studies, his life now trashed, only knowledge was comfort. He had formed a plan, through all the pain and suffering, to escape with his mom to Texas, crossing the border, but her death had made this goal impossible. His world was crumbling around him, until a caravan came into town, and contained two individuals interesting beyond what he had planned. Their arrival waited for by bandits, but luckily, just luck, gave them the chance to spot the oncoming onslaught of gruesome savages that awaited ahead; Their hands not ready to exchange handshakes, but weapons ready to exchange blood.
Backstein worked on the terminal, his fingers swift upon the keyboard. The door would fling open to the library, he'd look toward it, a black male with a scruffy goatee upon his face, diving through, his companion, a white clean shaven male, close at hand. He'd raise an eyebrow, then shake his head up and down, as if he now understands. The black male would look up to him.
"Yo!? What the hell are you doing man? Shit's going down outside and you're sitting in here doing nothing!?" Yelled the black male.
"I'm actually doing something mate, obviously. Secondly, the raiders are consistent here. It's not an unusual ordeal sadly." I'd respond.
"Fuck!" The man yelled.
He began to whisper to his companion, something inaudible to Zach. He shrugged it off and asked them to join him at the table. The man's companion eventually checked outside for the ravagers, and saw only but the murder of the entire caravan. They had no where to go, and no one to rely on, so of course Zach extended his aid, and let them stay at his old home, the one he grew up with family, and ended up living in, solitude. They asked him many questions, barely any pre-war, and assuming from that, they were vault dwellers, which was later confirmed. He showed them the ways of the Wasteland, and mentioned the plan that he had devised for his mom and him. They showed general acceptance to the plan, and even helped him form it better. They devised a plan that said if bandits ever pushed up and completely took over the city, they would escape. And after a year, they did.
The group escaped into Texas, crossing the border of course, and began scouring the land and buildings within it. They obtained food, water, and equipment to survive as long as they could, and even made it part of their lifestyle aside from occasional assignments from outside sources. Protection, and somethings less discussed. Eventually across their travels, they ran into a scribe upon their scavenging, accompanied by Brotherhood knights (Unknown of ranks to them at the time) and began to question his appearance and who or what he was. The scribe explained who they were, but not all their intentions of course, after Zach engaged in conversation on common grounds of technology and information. They saw that the group explored this land, and asked if they have found any technology, which they had not, and then asked if the group would find it. They offered caps, and trust, so of course they accepted.
Once the job was completed, they paid and then asked for their names, and they responded appropriately, marking themselves as allies, or as close as the Brotherhood would allow. Shortly after their acquaintances, they were attacked by raiders from the shanty town, the Brotherhood being long gone and no one nearby to support their defense. Their equipment was stolen, taken from them, and they barely escaped with their lives. With empty pockets, and hungry stomachs, they fled to the town for Brotherhood support. Once in the town, Zach gained immediate interest in becoming a scribe, and plans to invest his time to become so.
TERMS AND CONDITIONS: (failure to say yes to all of these will result in immediate denial.)
1: If your app is accepted, you will start out as an initiate with only the most basic of BoS training.
I accept.
2: Abusing your whitelist will result in a permanent blacklist
I accept.
3: While you are allowed to go rogue, you will require the owner's permission, and there better be a damn good reason.
I accept.
