Post by angryvaultboy on Nov 24, 2015 4:52:15 GMT
Steam Name: Angry Vault Boy
Steam ID: STEAM_0:0:54599087
Character(s)
Patrick Frost
Have you ever been banned from our servers?
Negative.
Why do you want to join the BoS?
To help improve the commonwealth, and to stop bands of raiders/bandits from getting their grubby hands on pre-war technology.
Please provide a 10 /me minimum passive RP for your character (ERP will result in an immediate denial)
Scribe: *Begins to rummage through a pile of scrap, hoping to find something of use.*
Scribe rolled 68
Scribe: *Finds nothing much of great use, the only real memorable part that he's found, would be an old and rusty grate.*
Scribe: *He packs up the more "important" parts, and begins to journey back to the Headquarters.*
*As soon as the Scribe arrived back home, he'd immediately exit his armor, and head down into the workshop*
Scribe: *He'd lay out all the parts on a table, and he'd begin to examine them closely, trying to find any sort of "flaws" (besides the rust and all.)*
Scribe #2: *Approaches the man, and says* "Anything of interest?"
Scribe: *Lets out a loud, disappointed sigh* "Unfortunately,no."
Scribe #2: "That's a bummer. But listen, I need a hand with a set of power armor, it's uhh....malfunctioning!"
Scribe: *Looks over to the female, with a questionable look on his face* "What do you mean "malfunctioning"?"
Scribe #2: "It's just...badly beat up. It's had more than it's fair share of uses. Wanna help me or not?"
Scribe: *Thinks for a moment*
Scribe: "Alright. I'll meet you at the Chamber, with the tools."
Please provide a 10 /me minimum combat RP for your character (Rape ERP will result in an immediate denial)
*A group of knights were sent out to investigate a former Underground Bunker that was supposedly, taken over. (somehow)*
Knight #1: *Looks over to the Knight on his left* "What do you think happened?"
Knight #2: "Fuck if I know, anything could've happened."
Knight #1: "I doubt it's just "anything", what /it/ was, took over an entire bunker."
Knight #2: "You got a point. Now you've gotten me even more paranoid."
Knight #1: "My bad..."
*Upon entering the bunker, nothing would be in sight*
Squad Cpt: "I want two of you to search the chambers, and two of you to search the Workshop, the rest, come with me!"
*Knight #1 and #2, are sent to go investigate the chambers, and are warned to be cautious*
Knight #1: *Checks every possible corner of the chamber, along with Knight #2*
Knight #2: "Anything?"
Knight #1: "No."
*A voice comes through the voice comms. It'd sound an awful lot like the captain.*
The voice: "We need help he- *static* Elders Quarters! NOOOO- *Cut*
Knight #1: "Shit! Move it!"
*Both of the Knights head towards the Elders Quarters, only to find their Captain (along with the two men that came with him) dead.*
*Soon after finding the squadron dead, they're all targeted, by a large squadron of men in power armor, sadly...it wasn't Brotherhood armor*
Knight #1: *Notices the men, and pulls the other Knight to cover* "Shit!"
Knight #2: *Looks over to Knight #1* "Who the fuck is that?!"
Knight #1: "I don't know! But we need to find a way around them!"
Knight #2: "How?!"
Knight #1: *Checks around his armor, and pulls out a pulse grenade* "This!"
Knight #2: "Throw it!"
Knight #1 *Pulls the pin on the pulse grenade, and tosses it over the cover, unfortunately, he gets mowed down by the gun fire, and the pulse grenade falls behind the cover*
Knight #2: "Gah! Fuck!" *He attempts to reach for the grenade and toss it into the large squadron, before it goes off*
Knight #2 rolled 66
Admin rolled 65
[LOOC] Knight #2: 2 1337 4 u
[LOOC] Admin: Just RP.
Knight #2: *Manages to grab and toss the nade over into the large group of rouges, the pulse grenade goes off, and the sound of power can be heard slowly getting quieter, and quieter, as if the power armor was shutting down*
*As soon as the group of rouges armor shuts off, the two other Knights who were sent to search the Workshop, burst in, and start to mow down the rouges*
Knight #2: *Comes up and out of cover, as he begins to fire into the squadron*
*All three of the Knights finish off the squadron. One goes to check the bodies, one is to search around the room, and Knight #2 is to check for friendly casualties*
Knight #2: *Sigh* "Body count, five."
Knight #2: *Looks over the body of the Knight that he came in with, and examines his body, filled with holes*
Backstory (4 paragraph minimum)
Before the war, Patrick was a 16 year old teenager, living in Massachusetts, with his grandparents. His parents divorced when his mother threatened to kill him, and his father, when the divorce took effect, his mother, nor his father wanted to take him in. But his grandparents took him in with open arms, Patrick occasionally visits his father in California. He hadn't seen his mother in over two years. Patrick moved to Texas with his grandparents.
Patrick, would be a 18 year old man, by the time that his grandfather died of lung cancer, he only had his grandmother to take care of, he loved her very much however. He's had many opportunities to leave, go get a job, live by himself, but he turned all of them down only to take care of his grandmother. He works a shit job as a Janitor at a school. When his grandmother finally died, Patrick considered suicide. He had lost the last person that loved him, who cared for him, that actually wanted him. A couple years go by, and Patrick would have a better job, he works as a electrician, it didn't pay a lot, but it got him by.
Almost a year goes by, and Patrick finally meets a female, originally, she was just another client, but after multiple appointments ordered by her, asking for Patrick in specific, it was clear she was into him. But, he wasn't too sure in what way. One day, Patrick found the guts to ask out this female friend, her name was Abbie. She accepted his offer, and everything went swell for the new young couple, they never got to move in together though, due to sentimental issues. Patrick, didn't want to move out of his grandparents house, due to him being religious and believing that they are still roaming the house.
But finally, one day. Nuclear detonations were confirmed, and Patrick thought nothing much of it, he just passed it off as another internet conspiracy theory making it's way onto National Television. But, his mind was completely changed, when men in power armor and American solider uniform rushed into his home, and rushed him into his local vault, he of course, struggled, due to him having sentimental value with his house. He was shut in the Vault, along with 999 other people. In the time that Patrick was in his Vault, he'd stay isolated in his room, people have managed to comfort him, but that was only a dose that'd work for about a day.
After an event that occurred in the Vault, Patrick managed to open the Vault door, and escape out into the Wasteland. He looked around, and almost broke out into tears, the first thing he had seen, was his house, absolutely destroyed by the nuclear explosions. He walked around, exploring a bit. After discovering what his neighborhood had become, he decided to scavenge/search around inside the destroyed homes for any sort of supplies. An hour goes by, and he manages to find a 10MM pistol, with one half-full magazine inside, he had never shot a weapon before, so it'd take a while to get used to the weight and such. Along with finding the pistol, he found a body, it was filled with holes, very deep looking, the body was wearing very rusted power armor. He searched the body, and only found a strange looking.."battery"? And some sort of dog tag, with a glowing blue tag. It had written on it a name, and a few other things, but they were pretty rusted out, to the point where Patrick could not read the information.
Patrick packed up his things, and began his journey, out into the Wastelands, in hope of finding civilization. Four hours, Patrick has found almost nothing of use, just a couple of settlements with supples to spare, and he discovered that this "New-World" currency, were caps. After leaving his last settlement, he came across a abandoned looking bunker, he readied his 10MM pistol, and put on his gasmask, as he slowly, stepped into the bunker. He checked around, nothing. He went to the next room over, only to be greeted with a group of men with power armor. "STAY WHERE YOU ARE!" yelled one of the men at Patrick. Patrick did not hesitate to drop his weapon, and get on his knees, putting his hands behind his head. "S-sorry! I didn't mean to intrude!" said Patrick, in a frightened tone. "You have trespassed on Brotherhood property! How do you plead?" Patrick looks up at the men "W-wait, Brotherhood of S-Steel?" One of the men looks at Patrick, with a very slight tilt of his head, "Yes.." Patrick widens his eyes "W-wait! I found something t-that you might like!" One of the men looks at his peers, and nods "Nice and slowly!" Patrick reaches over into his back pocket, and pulls out the dog tag that he had found back at the destroyed neighborhood. "I-I found this!" One of the men approached him, and took the tag from the mans hand. The man begins to read the tag, or at least, what he can. "This is Captain O'Neil's tag..." the man looks at Patrick "Where did you find this?" Patrick looks up at them in fear, "I...I found it in my...former neighborhood..." One of the men orders the others to "test" him. An hour goes by. Patrick comes out of the simulator, and he turned out to not be guilty of the murder of Captain O'Neil. "What's your name, citizen?" Patrick looks up at the man in armor "P-Patrick...Patrick Frost." The man looks down at Patrick "Patrick, you have found the tag of out long lost Captain, Captain O'Neil. His body was never found, nor his tag. It's been almost 5 years since we've lost him. The Brotherhood thanks you, for your services." Patrick would look up at the man "O-oh..you're..welcome." The man holds out his hand to Patrick "Patrick Frost, would you be interested in taking up arms, in the Brotherhood of Steel?" Patrick widens his eyes, looking up at the man in armor, then back down at his hand, back and forth "W-what?!"
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.
2: Abusing your whitelist will result in a permanent blacklist
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 the terms and conditions. I will not abuse my whitelist, and if my application is accepted, I understand that I will start out as an initiate with only basic BoS training. And I understand that if I wish to go rogue, I better have a "damn good reason" to do so.
Steam ID: STEAM_0:0:54599087
Character(s)
Patrick Frost
Have you ever been banned from our servers?
Negative.
Why do you want to join the BoS?
To help improve the commonwealth, and to stop bands of raiders/bandits from getting their grubby hands on pre-war technology.
Please provide a 10 /me minimum passive RP for your character (ERP will result in an immediate denial)
Scribe: *Begins to rummage through a pile of scrap, hoping to find something of use.*
Scribe rolled 68
Scribe: *Finds nothing much of great use, the only real memorable part that he's found, would be an old and rusty grate.*
Scribe: *He packs up the more "important" parts, and begins to journey back to the Headquarters.*
*As soon as the Scribe arrived back home, he'd immediately exit his armor, and head down into the workshop*
Scribe: *He'd lay out all the parts on a table, and he'd begin to examine them closely, trying to find any sort of "flaws" (besides the rust and all.)*
Scribe #2: *Approaches the man, and says* "Anything of interest?"
Scribe: *Lets out a loud, disappointed sigh* "Unfortunately,no."
Scribe #2: "That's a bummer. But listen, I need a hand with a set of power armor, it's uhh....malfunctioning!"
Scribe: *Looks over to the female, with a questionable look on his face* "What do you mean "malfunctioning"?"
Scribe #2: "It's just...badly beat up. It's had more than it's fair share of uses. Wanna help me or not?"
Scribe: *Thinks for a moment*
Scribe: "Alright. I'll meet you at the Chamber, with the tools."
Please provide a 10 /me minimum combat RP for your character (Rape ERP will result in an immediate denial)
*A group of knights were sent out to investigate a former Underground Bunker that was supposedly, taken over. (somehow)*
Knight #1: *Looks over to the Knight on his left* "What do you think happened?"
Knight #2: "Fuck if I know, anything could've happened."
Knight #1: "I doubt it's just "anything", what /it/ was, took over an entire bunker."
Knight #2: "You got a point. Now you've gotten me even more paranoid."
Knight #1: "My bad..."
*Upon entering the bunker, nothing would be in sight*
Squad Cpt: "I want two of you to search the chambers, and two of you to search the Workshop, the rest, come with me!"
*Knight #1 and #2, are sent to go investigate the chambers, and are warned to be cautious*
Knight #1: *Checks every possible corner of the chamber, along with Knight #2*
Knight #2: "Anything?"
Knight #1: "No."
*A voice comes through the voice comms. It'd sound an awful lot like the captain.*
The voice: "We need help he- *static* Elders Quarters! NOOOO- *Cut*
Knight #1: "Shit! Move it!"
*Both of the Knights head towards the Elders Quarters, only to find their Captain (along with the two men that came with him) dead.*
*Soon after finding the squadron dead, they're all targeted, by a large squadron of men in power armor, sadly...it wasn't Brotherhood armor*
Knight #1: *Notices the men, and pulls the other Knight to cover* "Shit!"
Knight #2: *Looks over to Knight #1* "Who the fuck is that?!"
Knight #1: "I don't know! But we need to find a way around them!"
Knight #2: "How?!"
Knight #1: *Checks around his armor, and pulls out a pulse grenade* "This!"
Knight #2: "Throw it!"
Knight #1 *Pulls the pin on the pulse grenade, and tosses it over the cover, unfortunately, he gets mowed down by the gun fire, and the pulse grenade falls behind the cover*
Knight #2: "Gah! Fuck!" *He attempts to reach for the grenade and toss it into the large squadron, before it goes off*
Knight #2 rolled 66
Admin rolled 65
[LOOC] Knight #2: 2 1337 4 u
[LOOC] Admin: Just RP.
Knight #2: *Manages to grab and toss the nade over into the large group of rouges, the pulse grenade goes off, and the sound of power can be heard slowly getting quieter, and quieter, as if the power armor was shutting down*
*As soon as the group of rouges armor shuts off, the two other Knights who were sent to search the Workshop, burst in, and start to mow down the rouges*
Knight #2: *Comes up and out of cover, as he begins to fire into the squadron*
*All three of the Knights finish off the squadron. One goes to check the bodies, one is to search around the room, and Knight #2 is to check for friendly casualties*
Knight #2: *Sigh* "Body count, five."
Knight #2: *Looks over the body of the Knight that he came in with, and examines his body, filled with holes*
Backstory (4 paragraph minimum)
Before the war, Patrick was a 16 year old teenager, living in Massachusetts, with his grandparents. His parents divorced when his mother threatened to kill him, and his father, when the divorce took effect, his mother, nor his father wanted to take him in. But his grandparents took him in with open arms, Patrick occasionally visits his father in California. He hadn't seen his mother in over two years. Patrick moved to Texas with his grandparents.
Patrick, would be a 18 year old man, by the time that his grandfather died of lung cancer, he only had his grandmother to take care of, he loved her very much however. He's had many opportunities to leave, go get a job, live by himself, but he turned all of them down only to take care of his grandmother. He works a shit job as a Janitor at a school. When his grandmother finally died, Patrick considered suicide. He had lost the last person that loved him, who cared for him, that actually wanted him. A couple years go by, and Patrick would have a better job, he works as a electrician, it didn't pay a lot, but it got him by.
Almost a year goes by, and Patrick finally meets a female, originally, she was just another client, but after multiple appointments ordered by her, asking for Patrick in specific, it was clear she was into him. But, he wasn't too sure in what way. One day, Patrick found the guts to ask out this female friend, her name was Abbie. She accepted his offer, and everything went swell for the new young couple, they never got to move in together though, due to sentimental issues. Patrick, didn't want to move out of his grandparents house, due to him being religious and believing that they are still roaming the house.
But finally, one day. Nuclear detonations were confirmed, and Patrick thought nothing much of it, he just passed it off as another internet conspiracy theory making it's way onto National Television. But, his mind was completely changed, when men in power armor and American solider uniform rushed into his home, and rushed him into his local vault, he of course, struggled, due to him having sentimental value with his house. He was shut in the Vault, along with 999 other people. In the time that Patrick was in his Vault, he'd stay isolated in his room, people have managed to comfort him, but that was only a dose that'd work for about a day.
After an event that occurred in the Vault, Patrick managed to open the Vault door, and escape out into the Wasteland. He looked around, and almost broke out into tears, the first thing he had seen, was his house, absolutely destroyed by the nuclear explosions. He walked around, exploring a bit. After discovering what his neighborhood had become, he decided to scavenge/search around inside the destroyed homes for any sort of supplies. An hour goes by, and he manages to find a 10MM pistol, with one half-full magazine inside, he had never shot a weapon before, so it'd take a while to get used to the weight and such. Along with finding the pistol, he found a body, it was filled with holes, very deep looking, the body was wearing very rusted power armor. He searched the body, and only found a strange looking.."battery"? And some sort of dog tag, with a glowing blue tag. It had written on it a name, and a few other things, but they were pretty rusted out, to the point where Patrick could not read the information.
Patrick packed up his things, and began his journey, out into the Wastelands, in hope of finding civilization. Four hours, Patrick has found almost nothing of use, just a couple of settlements with supples to spare, and he discovered that this "New-World" currency, were caps. After leaving his last settlement, he came across a abandoned looking bunker, he readied his 10MM pistol, and put on his gasmask, as he slowly, stepped into the bunker. He checked around, nothing. He went to the next room over, only to be greeted with a group of men with power armor. "STAY WHERE YOU ARE!" yelled one of the men at Patrick. Patrick did not hesitate to drop his weapon, and get on his knees, putting his hands behind his head. "S-sorry! I didn't mean to intrude!" said Patrick, in a frightened tone. "You have trespassed on Brotherhood property! How do you plead?" Patrick looks up at the men "W-wait, Brotherhood of S-Steel?" One of the men looks at Patrick, with a very slight tilt of his head, "Yes.." Patrick widens his eyes "W-wait! I found something t-that you might like!" One of the men looks at his peers, and nods "Nice and slowly!" Patrick reaches over into his back pocket, and pulls out the dog tag that he had found back at the destroyed neighborhood. "I-I found this!" One of the men approached him, and took the tag from the mans hand. The man begins to read the tag, or at least, what he can. "This is Captain O'Neil's tag..." the man looks at Patrick "Where did you find this?" Patrick looks up at them in fear, "I...I found it in my...former neighborhood..." One of the men orders the others to "test" him. An hour goes by. Patrick comes out of the simulator, and he turned out to not be guilty of the murder of Captain O'Neil. "What's your name, citizen?" Patrick looks up at the man in armor "P-Patrick...Patrick Frost." The man looks down at Patrick "Patrick, you have found the tag of out long lost Captain, Captain O'Neil. His body was never found, nor his tag. It's been almost 5 years since we've lost him. The Brotherhood thanks you, for your services." Patrick would look up at the man "O-oh..you're..welcome." The man holds out his hand to Patrick "Patrick Frost, would you be interested in taking up arms, in the Brotherhood of Steel?" Patrick widens his eyes, looking up at the man in armor, then back down at his hand, back and forth "W-what?!"
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.
2: Abusing your whitelist will result in a permanent blacklist
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 the terms and conditions. I will not abuse my whitelist, and if my application is accepted, I understand that I will start out as an initiate with only basic BoS training. And I understand that if I wish to go rogue, I better have a "damn good reason" to do so.
