Post by slayer on Nov 22, 2015 8:27:57 GMT
Name:
Steam Name Fallout 4 Chan, I usually go by Slayer
Steam ID:
STEAM_0:0:70421334
Character(s):
Slade 'Haven' Chonsoklev and 'Green'
What are you applying for?:
A nine millimeter pistol, and the Kevlar.
Physical description:
5'11|Male|182 lbs English looking man with a small tan| He looks around early to late twenties | A light and subtle Russian accent|Face has apparent scars along the right eye and a small and large cut that goes from the tip of his nose down to his lower lip| His eyes are dark brown almost black, his eyes are shifty and they seem to look as if to hide from staring straight at an object| His light brown hair is lowered and shaggy but is quite long given when not pushed down upon| A jacket that is navy blue is faded and looks as if it has been recently made from small patches of cloth.| The jacket is stained on the lower region with bright colors that consists of yellow, orange and neon green The sleeves off the jacket are a little short on his small arms,| A small sign of a bandage can be seen while looking at the upper bicep region| He wears dark red colored gloves that are finger-less but have little plastic spikes that seem to be falling off the knuckle region |From the waste down he wears classical enclave camouflage pants that look a little worn but are otherwise new| His pockets are flat against the man's thigh and there appears to be nothing inside of it currently| A sling is around the mans shoulder that would go to his lower right hip region that seems to look like a makeshift car-seat sash that currently holds a radio on it| His combat boots seem very worn and faded.| Over his jacket he wears a T1 Kevlar shredded chestplate that is dark and faded. It's pockets seem torn but usable| A black rucksack hangs over his back for small storage but it can be seen to have holes in bottom, small enough to fit half a cap through|IC INVETORY: DO NOT META: 5 bobby pins ,canned food, 9mm pistol
Give a 10 /me minimum passive RP (ERP will result in instant denial)
/me stares out the window silently watching the rain roll by.
/me grunts softly as he rises from the chair and turns around grabbing his gun off the table.
/me takes the nine millimeter pistol and places it in it's holster as he looks towards the door.
Slade 'Haven' Chonsoklev :"Another day."
/me opens the door as the tree creaks to his left.
/me walks outside and looks down the road seeing the horde of ghouls attracted to the flaming house.
Slade 'Haven' Chonsoklev : "Fuck this."
/me runs forward and takes cover behind a small piece of a broken down house
/me smiles brightly as he raises his pistol and fires towards the gasoline tank destroying the house.
/roll
78/100
Slade 'Haven' Chonsoklev : "Here you go ghouls."
/me runs back towards the inner city into the subway next to him.
/me slides down the railing and stares at the power switch next to the main terminal.
/me presses the button revealing light in the tunnel as a Death-claw is revealed.
Give a 10 /me minimum combat RP (Rape ERP will result in instant denial)
/me drops down in a low crouch trying not to make noise.
"Deathclaw":/me would walk towards the man
/me slowly picks himself up looking towards the stairs
"Deathclaw":/me roars and begins to sprint towards the man in full assault.
/me fires one bullet at the deathclaw and runs up the stares regardless of the bullet.
/roll
98/100
"Deathclaw":/me get shot in the upper chest area wincing in pain as the bullet pierces the thing scales on it's chest
/me runs up the subway stairs watching the ghoul horde migrate to the fire.
"Deathclaw":/me climbs the stairs after the man.
/me fires two rounds in the air trying to get the ghoul's attention.
/roll
78/100
/it The ghouls look over to see the Deathclaw coming from the stair looking around as they proceed to sprint towards the deathclaw.
"Deathclaw":/me would runs towards the nearest enemy and attack it with it's claws.
/me silently walks across the back area of the subway station proceeding down the street as the deathclaw fights the ghouls.
Backstory (3 paragraphs minimum, include how you got your training and equipment)
The story begins as Slade is born in Miami Florida. His family is part Russian, part Cuban from a long process of immigration. As a child he was born and raised like any other child but was fascinated by how things work. He would go out on late nights and study animals at night as well as bugs, the bugs especially. He was a great speaker really good at hiding his lies and covering up his tracks. His dad died soon, and he's hated him ever since, for well, leaving him in this terrible world. After his father died Slade's mother became a drunk and just, didn't care about her son. His education was his most important and he began to stay at his best friend Molly's house.
At Mollly's house the family was perfect, on the outside at least. Only Slade knew about the truth about her abusive father and her lustful mother for nothing but money. Molly only had one friend that she trusted wholesomely which was Slade. On their way to school one day being around sixteen or so they were caught in an intersection and got pummeled. Slade survived the crash with a couple scars and nothing else since Molly's corspe cushioned Slade's own injury. This traumatic experience caused his forgiveness in others as well as himself.
Slade began finishing school never forgetting Molly as he proceeded with his learning of neurology and atomic chemistry. He studied at a university and was supplied with money his family had stored up for him when he was child. As Slade did his studies of neurology the university required programming to be taught to all students. Slade actually began liking the courses and decided to take them as well molding himself into the a big 'nerd' as his friends called him. The university also had signed up for a vault that admitted all student due to really bad tensions between the world powers. As he was returning from one of his classes he heard something on the radio about bombs and ran towards the vault. He was then put into cryosleep at age twenty-two. He awoke and saw the place had been ravaged and the entrance was broken. Radiation had covered bits of the vault entrance and he set out. Outside the vault military officers sat dead wearing a rucksack and a really bad tier one kevlar vest. Slade equipped the vest and walked into the marsh of Miami making his way to the wasteland and appearing in present day Texas. Upon his arrival he made allies with Elizabeth and she gave him a pistol since she found a better one in an oven of all places and the story continues.
Your Character's equipment:
Kevlar Vest (Tattered), Rucksack (Bad), Nine millimeter pistol, (Good)
Your Character's Training:
Went to school for neurology and basic atomic chemistry and dabbed in microbiology
Your Character's Strengths:
Really good at talking to others as well as programming things, but isn't he best at either.
Your Character's Weaknesses:
Terrible at repairing stuff, terrible at forgiving people, and god awful at cooking.
TERMS AND CONDITIONS: (failure to accept will result in a denial)
1: You will be expected to RP your strengths and weaknesses accordingly
Obviously
2: No matter what your auths, unless you're auths specify your lack thereof, you are expected to still be capable of fear RP, nobody -wants- to 1 V 1 a super mutant, even if you are a super mutant yourself.
Yes.
3: If you are applying for power armor (god forbid) and it is somehow accepted, you will be expected to RP your power armor needing to refuel at a 1:1 ratio with the game (fusion cores drain every 20 minutes), remember, power armor was not meant for long term use, and was meant for combat engagements. You will also need to RP repairing said power armor if it comes under fire. Yes.
Steam Name Fallout 4 Chan, I usually go by Slayer
Steam ID:
STEAM_0:0:70421334
Character(s):
Slade 'Haven' Chonsoklev and 'Green'
What are you applying for?:
A nine millimeter pistol, and the Kevlar.
Physical description:
5'11|Male|182 lbs English looking man with a small tan| He looks around early to late twenties | A light and subtle Russian accent|Face has apparent scars along the right eye and a small and large cut that goes from the tip of his nose down to his lower lip| His eyes are dark brown almost black, his eyes are shifty and they seem to look as if to hide from staring straight at an object| His light brown hair is lowered and shaggy but is quite long given when not pushed down upon| A jacket that is navy blue is faded and looks as if it has been recently made from small patches of cloth.| The jacket is stained on the lower region with bright colors that consists of yellow, orange and neon green The sleeves off the jacket are a little short on his small arms,| A small sign of a bandage can be seen while looking at the upper bicep region| He wears dark red colored gloves that are finger-less but have little plastic spikes that seem to be falling off the knuckle region |From the waste down he wears classical enclave camouflage pants that look a little worn but are otherwise new| His pockets are flat against the man's thigh and there appears to be nothing inside of it currently| A sling is around the mans shoulder that would go to his lower right hip region that seems to look like a makeshift car-seat sash that currently holds a radio on it| His combat boots seem very worn and faded.| Over his jacket he wears a T1 Kevlar shredded chestplate that is dark and faded. It's pockets seem torn but usable| A black rucksack hangs over his back for small storage but it can be seen to have holes in bottom, small enough to fit half a cap through|IC INVETORY: DO NOT META: 5 bobby pins ,canned food, 9mm pistol
Give a 10 /me minimum passive RP (ERP will result in instant denial)
/me stares out the window silently watching the rain roll by.
/me grunts softly as he rises from the chair and turns around grabbing his gun off the table.
/me takes the nine millimeter pistol and places it in it's holster as he looks towards the door.
Slade 'Haven' Chonsoklev :"Another day."
/me opens the door as the tree creaks to his left.
/me walks outside and looks down the road seeing the horde of ghouls attracted to the flaming house.
Slade 'Haven' Chonsoklev : "Fuck this."
/me runs forward and takes cover behind a small piece of a broken down house
/me smiles brightly as he raises his pistol and fires towards the gasoline tank destroying the house.
/roll
78/100
Slade 'Haven' Chonsoklev : "Here you go ghouls."
/me runs back towards the inner city into the subway next to him.
/me slides down the railing and stares at the power switch next to the main terminal.
/me presses the button revealing light in the tunnel as a Death-claw is revealed.
Give a 10 /me minimum combat RP (Rape ERP will result in instant denial)
/me drops down in a low crouch trying not to make noise.
"Deathclaw":/me would walk towards the man
/me slowly picks himself up looking towards the stairs
"Deathclaw":/me roars and begins to sprint towards the man in full assault.
/me fires one bullet at the deathclaw and runs up the stares regardless of the bullet.
/roll
98/100
"Deathclaw":/me get shot in the upper chest area wincing in pain as the bullet pierces the thing scales on it's chest
/me runs up the subway stairs watching the ghoul horde migrate to the fire.
"Deathclaw":/me climbs the stairs after the man.
/me fires two rounds in the air trying to get the ghoul's attention.
/roll
78/100
/it The ghouls look over to see the Deathclaw coming from the stair looking around as they proceed to sprint towards the deathclaw.
"Deathclaw":/me would runs towards the nearest enemy and attack it with it's claws.
/me silently walks across the back area of the subway station proceeding down the street as the deathclaw fights the ghouls.
Backstory (3 paragraphs minimum, include how you got your training and equipment)
The story begins as Slade is born in Miami Florida. His family is part Russian, part Cuban from a long process of immigration. As a child he was born and raised like any other child but was fascinated by how things work. He would go out on late nights and study animals at night as well as bugs, the bugs especially. He was a great speaker really good at hiding his lies and covering up his tracks. His dad died soon, and he's hated him ever since, for well, leaving him in this terrible world. After his father died Slade's mother became a drunk and just, didn't care about her son. His education was his most important and he began to stay at his best friend Molly's house.
At Mollly's house the family was perfect, on the outside at least. Only Slade knew about the truth about her abusive father and her lustful mother for nothing but money. Molly only had one friend that she trusted wholesomely which was Slade. On their way to school one day being around sixteen or so they were caught in an intersection and got pummeled. Slade survived the crash with a couple scars and nothing else since Molly's corspe cushioned Slade's own injury. This traumatic experience caused his forgiveness in others as well as himself.
Slade began finishing school never forgetting Molly as he proceeded with his learning of neurology and atomic chemistry. He studied at a university and was supplied with money his family had stored up for him when he was child. As Slade did his studies of neurology the university required programming to be taught to all students. Slade actually began liking the courses and decided to take them as well molding himself into the a big 'nerd' as his friends called him. The university also had signed up for a vault that admitted all student due to really bad tensions between the world powers. As he was returning from one of his classes he heard something on the radio about bombs and ran towards the vault. He was then put into cryosleep at age twenty-two. He awoke and saw the place had been ravaged and the entrance was broken. Radiation had covered bits of the vault entrance and he set out. Outside the vault military officers sat dead wearing a rucksack and a really bad tier one kevlar vest. Slade equipped the vest and walked into the marsh of Miami making his way to the wasteland and appearing in present day Texas. Upon his arrival he made allies with Elizabeth and she gave him a pistol since she found a better one in an oven of all places and the story continues.
Your Character's equipment:
Kevlar Vest (Tattered), Rucksack (Bad), Nine millimeter pistol, (Good)
Your Character's Training:
Went to school for neurology and basic atomic chemistry and dabbed in microbiology
Your Character's Strengths:
Really good at talking to others as well as programming things, but isn't he best at either.
Your Character's Weaknesses:
Terrible at repairing stuff, terrible at forgiving people, and god awful at cooking.
TERMS AND CONDITIONS: (failure to accept will result in a denial)
1: You will be expected to RP your strengths and weaknesses accordingly
Obviously
2: No matter what your auths, unless you're auths specify your lack thereof, you are expected to still be capable of fear RP, nobody -wants- to 1 V 1 a super mutant, even if you are a super mutant yourself.
Yes.
3: If you are applying for power armor (god forbid) and it is somehow accepted, you will be expected to RP your power armor needing to refuel at a 1:1 ratio with the game (fusion cores drain every 20 minutes), remember, power armor was not meant for long term use, and was meant for combat engagements. You will also need to RP repairing said power armor if it comes under fire. Yes.
