[ECR] Applications[OPEN]

[Plunger]

-Eastern Central Republic-

Roster

Application Status: Open

ECR applications will only be open during weekdays, and will only be checked on the weekend.

Rules:

1.) Joke applications will be blacklisted.

2.) Bugging me will not get me to check it sooner.

3.) Applications will only be checked on the weekend, stop asking.

4.) Do not change the fucking code I put below.

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[b][size=14pt][u]OOC Information:[/u][/size][/b]

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[b][size=14pt][u]In Character Information:[/u][/size][/b]

[b][size=12pt]Name:[/size][/b]

[b][size=12pt]Age:[/size][/b]

[b][size=12pt]Appearance:[/size][/b] (Detailed please, including hair, eye color, uniform status. Replace this text with real information)

[b][size=12pt]Backstory:[/size][/b] (Detailed, two paragraph minimum, more will help. End at when you apply, DO NOT say you are accepted at the end. Replace this text with real information)

[b][size=12pt]Traits:[/size][/b] (Positive or Negative. Replace this text with real information)

[b][size=12pt]Skills:[/size][/b] (What are you good at. Replace this text with real information)


[b][size=14pt][u]Quiz:[/u][/size][/b] (PM the answers of this to me, posting it in your application is instant blacklist. Replace this test with real information)

[b][size=12pt]Who created the faction?:[/size][/b] (Reply with name only, no other information. Replace this text with real information)

[b][size=12pt]Who currently leads it?:[/size][/b] (Reply with name only, no other information. Replace this text with real information)

[b][size=12pt]What is the highest rank?:[/size][/b] (Reply with rank name only, no other information. Replace this text with real information)

[b][size=12pt]Who broke away during the schism?:[/size][/b] (As detailed as you want. Replace this text with real information)

[b][size=12pt]What time period does Fallout RP take place in?:[/size][/b] (Year only, no other information. Replace this text with real information)

[b][size=12pt]What state does Fallout RP take place in?:[/size][/b] (State name only, no other information. Replace this text with real information)


Blacklist:

N/A

[fraukrieg]

OOC Information:

Steam Name: mr. gestapo / http://steamcommunity.com/id/albinoruck

Age: 12

Time with HGN: 7 Months

Time on Fallout RP: 1 Week

just a little fyi: i'm LOA from 4/29/11 to 5/1/11 so if I am to be accepted and I don't come on, you'll know why

In Character Information:

Name: Brian Carreon

Age: 27

Appearance: Short Black hair, dark Blue eyes, Dirtied; Bloodied and Stained everyday Citizen Urban clothing

Backstory:
    Early Life: Brian Carreon was born on August 28th, 2209 in a small towned community in Tennessee. Brian's father was the town's sheriff and Brian's mother was the town's main trader selling an arrangement of items from firearms, food, medical and other much needed supplies for the town's people and the Wasters that come by. As Brian grew up until he turned the age of 12, his father taught him basic survival lessons; Identifying friend from foe, radiation, poison and food. When Brian was 8, his mother's trading shop was robbed and she was held at gunpoint forcing to hand over everything which left her capless, she didn't let that take her out of business as she began to work for being earning caps again and began trading once more.

     Teen Life: On August 28th, 2221, Brian turned the age of 13 becoming a teen and able to experience more life features and experiences. Brian's father thought it would be best to begin the firearms lesson which would expand from a week after Brian turned 13 to when he becomes 15 years of age ranging from a starting 9mm all the way to a high calibred 5.56 AK-102 Assault Rifle. Alas, Brian turning 15 his father sees its best to begin survival in the Wasteland. Brian's father knows of an abandonded house which leads into one of Tennessee's most dangerous wasteland area; His father and Brian both walk armed and armored and supplied to the house, which was raided by an unknown group and left nothing behind and for the next 2 years Brian will live on his own; his father coming at the end of every month checking up on him to make sure he isn't dead or been kidnapped,  and is to return on August 28th, 2225 back to the house to take a month's rest and begin the last lesson. Brian's last lesson, if he completes it will earn him a special item to the family upon completion and the leaving of Brian into the wasteland for the rest of his life.

     Early Adult/Adult Life: 2227, Brian completed the final lesson, hes an early adult and has earned himself the family item which his father has used since he was just 18 and his father being in his 40's, its never been used by anyone but his father but that will change now seeing as Brian will get the chance to own it for his generation to come. The item was a 10mm handgun with the name Carreon engraved on the slide's left side and was given 3 magazines of 10mm ammunition, month's worth of food, a wrinkled map with a pre-planned trail including towns and traders for ammunition and food and other needs, after his goodbyes and his leaving of the town forever, he set out for Bluegrass, also known as Kentucky, where he knew it would be the best place to settle for the rest of his life. Months passed of ruthless shootouts, traveling, running for his life, near death until he reached Bluegrass. He finally reached the town he was said to head to from the map where he lived until he was 27 years old, the year being 2236 and he wanted to change and become a member of a group; he needed money, more protection, more power. He heard about a group called ECR or in the long version, Eastern Central Republic. He walked his way to the building, after talking to a few men he got to talk to the leader and was explaining his background and anything else that was needed before applying for the ECR group. He was told to wait a few days before he would be contacted and so he did.

Traits: Fair, Grouchy, Logical

Skills: Survival, Firearms

Denied - Please play on Fallout RP longer.

[Roy]

OOC Information:

Steam Name:|FG|Church121

Age:18

Time with HGN:2+ years

Time on Fallout RP:since its been out


In Character Information:

Name:Lavon Rashen

Age:24

Appearance:About 6'2-6'4 with black hair with streaks of tan in it, scavenged prewar clothes, and blue eyes

Backstory:Born in West Virgina on January 7, 2212. Raised by my grandparents with my older sister.My grandparents were the best people I had ever know but when I was 14 my grandmother died. After that my grandfather was never the same. He would only sit in his chair and stair at the ground. When I was 15 my grandfather shot himself. Growing up was hard but my sis always made sure I  was feed and taken care of even if she was not.  When I was 18 my sister decided we should head out and start looking for family and to see if any of them were alive.

          Moved west to Kentucky looking for an uncle Eric of mine that me and my sister remembered from when we were young. We thought if anyone could survive it would be him. It took us about two months to finally reach the town he use to live in. The name was Copa but when we arrived it was nothing but ruins so we stayed that night in one of the ruined buildings while we looked for uncle. Upon searching this building we were unfortunate in the fact that we found our uncle. He was in the back strung out like an guitar getting ready to get new strings. It was stomach turning. It looked like people had been feeding on him. Suddenly we heard a noise and we hid behind a table in the room. I heard feet then I heard my sister scream and when I jumped up to run to free her all I say was a bat to the face and I was out. I woke up to be over some man's shoulder. I struggled and he threw me to the ground. He looked at me coldly and said "Your sister's dead and you would be too if I hadn't been close by. My name is Morgan Shanely you little shit. I run the ECR." I responded "I have nothing now can I please join you."

Traits:Intelligent, good hearing, smart-ass, and stubborn

Skills:Simple Repair and Sharpshooting

Accepted

[Das_Uberman]

OOC Information:

Steam Name:
Das_Uberman
Age:
15
Time with HGN:
About a month and a half
Time on Fallout RP:
A little over a month

In Character Information:

Name:
Steven Hughes
Age:
35
Appearance: 5' 9", thin, dark hair, green eyes, dirty pre-war clothing, long scar on his face, running from the right side of his forehead, across his nose, and down his left cheek

Backstory:Born, 2201 in a shanty town in what used to be Kentucky. It was a small town, and there was barely enough food to go around, he spent his childhood hoarding, and conserving food. He had to struggle to survive and that made him strong from the beginning. He had to do labor since he was a child, so that the crops wouldn't die, he carried water, turned the soil, harvested crops, planted them, and tended to the brahmin.

Teenage years (2214-2218): He was working almost all day on growing crops, or defending the town from raiders and mutated animals. Eventually he got quite good at marksmanship and hand-to-hand combat. He also became descent at making traps, and snares, for the few animals in the wastes small enough to catch. Although no one wanted to say it, the soil was starting to become infertile, it was only a matter of years before they would have to move. Things continued in this way for a few years.

Early Adulthood (2219-2226): Things were steadily declining, the harvest each year was decreasing at a quick, steady pace. In 2221 they were forced to pack up and abandon the town, and travel in a caravan, looking for a new place to settle. The first year was hard, they were still adjusting to life on the road. They once ran across the remnants of a museum, no food, but Steven found a Japanese Katana, and a Nodachi (pretty much a four foot long katana) in a metal storage crate in the basement that had somehow survived the war. One night, the caravan had stopped to sleep for the night, when they got attacked by a small group of raiders. The raiders we poorly armed, but they had enough armor to offset that. Steven, being one of the caravan guards, recovered quickly, and leaped into action, drawing the Nodachi from its scabbard, he used the sword's weight to his advantage, using swift, heavy swings, the sword cut through the raiders' armor like butter. While he was dispatching the other raiders, one crept up behind Steven, and when Steven turned, the raider slashed him across the face with a makeshift machete. Another caravan guard killed the raider before more damage was done, but Steven almost died of blood loss, he had to have twenty stitches, made from clothing threads, disinfected with alcohol, not a pleasant experience. Now he has a scar across his face, reminding him to watch his back. He fared better than some, five died, and one lost a hand to infection.

Adulthood (2227-2236): Still Steven and his caravan traveled through the wasteland, both his Katana, and his Nodachi saw plenty of use, they soon were regarded as a symbol of honor. There were a few raider, and animal attacks over the years on the road. After a while people started looking to Steven to make decisions for the caravan, he had become the unofficial leader. For a while they wandered aimlessly through the wasteland, occasionally stopping at descent shelters to make camp, such as old buildings, houses, once, even a trailer park. Between the attacks, and the food shortage, the caravan's numbers started decreasing. Steven knew he had to find a permanent home for them all. After a year of fruitless searching, he had started to give up hope of ever finding a permanent settlement, that is until he laid his eyes on Shady Oak. After a two day trek through the desert, they finally arrived at Shady Oaks, it was the perfect place to settle, and the Eastern Central Republic accepted all. After the fifteen years of traveling they had finally found home. Of course one of the first things Steven did when they arrived was apply for military duty, he has a passion for protection people.

Traits: Disciplined, respectful, tough, slightly cold, judgmental, over-protective.

Skills: Hand-to-hand combat, marksmanship, making traps
Accepted

[mxh24]

OOC Information:

Steam Name: .:???FrozenFire:. - DJ

Age: 15

Time with HGN: About 7 weeks.

Time on Fallout RP: About 6 weeks.


In Character Information:

Name: John Grove

Age: 28

Appearance: 6"2|Blue Eye's|Black hair|Wearing a scavenged, tattered jacket|Leather shoes|

Backstory: John Grove was born in Ohio, May 15, 2210. His sister raised him when his mother died from radiation poisoning, and never knew his father because he ran out when he was only 1. My mother raised me until 15 and then got a rare poison in which the doctors never specified what it was. She then died from it and left my sister Kate to raise me. Although I could raise myself, she was 25 so she was like my mother then. When my mother died, we had no place to go and we searched through the empty wasteland with 4000 caps, and a pistol with some blankets. We then sheltered on a hidden rock, which served us well for 2 months, until it happened.
   I was now 28, when we went out scavenging and I found my first grenade. A good find from what it looked like, except for the fact it had a pin in which could explode any second. Anyways we came back into our house and our fire was out. I looked at my sister and said, "Did you put it out before we left?"
    She responded with a faint, "No" and took the gun from my hand. I then stepped back, hoping it was just the wind. But, sadly no, it was not just the wind. I heard a few gunshots and a scream. Then 5 big raiders, one with a flamethrower came out, threatening me for my caps. I quickly tried to run, but one shot me in my leg with his pistol and started laughing. With searing pain, as the bullet was still in my leg. I felt some relief when a bullet went straight through his head, leaving a blood trail. The other 4 looked behind to see 5 men, in coats. I squinted my eyes to see what it said on their coats. I couldn't catch a glimpse, they stared to open fire, one raider coward into my base. One got shot in the arm, and then I heard a roll. I looked at my grenade and it has fallen off my belt and rolled a few feet away. I then looked at the sniper in the group of coated men. I quickly crawled away when I heard a gunshot. I looked on my belt and there was the pin. This was followed by an explosion. I lost hearing in one ear and attempted to army crawl out of there, trying not to be noticed by the coated men. I finally crawled behind a rock, and peeked up, they where gone, just vanished. I let go of every muscle and took a rest.
    I woke up to the stench of dead bodies, but their weapons where gone, even their suits. But one was untouched. I looked at my feet and crawled over. I took his leather shoes off and waddled off into the desert, holding my leg. Barely able to hear I saw this Armored man. I tried to run, but instead I fell. The man must have heard me because he was running straight at me. I tried to crawl but he slung his assault rifle, and put his hand around me, "You need some major help man".
I stood there, staring at him. Barely hearing him. He then motions to himself, "My name is Levon Rashin."
    That is when I started to black out. He then took me over his shoulder, and headed out to seem like what looked was nothing. Then a camp appeared, blacking out The last thing I saw was a sign, with the letters, "ECR"
    I then finally woke up in a chair, questions swarmed me like, and "Who are you "or why where you hurt? I responded, telling the truth. They then left and a few minutes later a person with armor on came out, remembering his name was Levon Rashin and said, "You're a young one."
    "We are looking for young, but loyal people around here."
I responded, still clenching my teeth, "Can I join you?"

Traits: High stamina.

Skills:Simple Engineering, Scavenging.
Accepted