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[whyku]

In-Character Info.

Full Name: James Ashwood

Age: 28

Sex: Male

Ethnicity: White

Appearance: Tall/Strong/White/Hood [On]/Sliver Necklace

Back-story:
          I was born in a small town in Ohio, with a small family of only three.
I was an only child between my mother and father, with me being the only child I was spoiled rotten getting everything I wish, Toys' Guns' Cars and many other types of "Toys". I was an ungrateful child always not happy, wanting more and more. Taking from other kid's well pounding fear into them with words and force. I used my power over the other kids at school and near my home to get them to do what I please making them my "Slave" in terms.  Some of my biggest weapons to make them do what I please are minds games. I always have been good at making them turn on their friends making them think I am there friend, I cared for no one I lived for my own greed and to gain power and control over and anyone who came in my way.  When word of nukes could come, my family and I went into what place people call the "Vault". When I came to the age of 27, I got the fuck out of there in my eyes it was a place of hell and power no freedom things I could not live without, I got out of there I seen that most everything was gone from the nukes, I smiles to myself knowing that all the rules and laws I hated so much was gone. I could make my own rules do what I wanted kill anyone who got in my way rule with a Iron fist........

Out of Character Info.

SF Name: HGN Whyku

Steam-ID: STEAM_0:1:31963003

Time at HGN: About 2 months

Time Role-playing: About 2 months

Denied. You should study the FO storyline. It also seems Your character is over 150 years old. ~Jake

[Ragolution]

In-Character Info.

Full Name: Arnold Arnold Arnoldson

Age: 37

Sex: Male

Ethnicity: Italic

Appearance: Fat, greasy, and sometimes drunk, AAA has a waxed moustache, thick black hair and is balding at the top of his head. His skin is ethnically browned and his eyes are just as brown.

Backstory: Arnold, or "AAA" as he's often called, was born in Ohio, to the typical slaver. His father was a slaver, that is. His mother? A slave and accomplice of countless others. What I'm getting at is that his mother was a whore. Beside this, he was hidden from his slaver-father until he was about two months old. He was discovered as his mother was busy tending affairs of another slaver in the camp. The father found and took the boy, and kept some kindness in his heart. Sort of. He brought the child into his home and had the house-slaves take care of it until it was sixteen, trying to ignore it as much as he could. At that age, and after a long period of no contact with either his father or mother, he didn't know how to act in truth. Arnold only thought that everyone else that he saw was a slave and they needed to be taught how to obey.

Arnold was pushed onto the streets on his 16th birthday, by his father who he barely knew as such. Without a formal education, he only knew two things: Slaving and whores, which he gathered were the same thing in this wasteland.

He wandered those wastelands for a year, learning everything the hard way- finding out that most of what he knew was right. Everyone was either a slave or a whore- If not a slave to someone in particular, then to an idea. He became a master manipulator, but that was what got his ass fried.

Months later, there in the wastes, he was jumped and stripped by a band of raiders. Within a few days he collapsed abd lay dehydrated and starving. He met Marcus as he crossed the wastes but knew little of his history. He helped AAA in return for his services in the "Slaver's Guild" he and his partner were thinking up. The three've been freinds forever since.

Out of Character Info.

SF Name:[MASA] Alan Gabriel

SteamID: Why does everyone ask for this? I'm sick of getting it.

Time at HGN: A while. 2-3 months.

Time Roleplaying: 7-8 Years.

Accepted

[Steven :D]

Full Name: Gunther Schwitzer

Age: 21

Sex: Male

Ethnicity: Caucasian

Appearance: Tall, dumb looking, black hair. Wears an old trenchcoat

Backstory: Gunther was an only child, his mother died during child birth. When Gunther first came home, his father immediately put him on an old torn sofa then went off to the bar without his child. Gunther rolled over somehow and hit his head on the floor and lay there until his father came home drunk and put him back onto the sofa. Ever since then, Gunther had problem learning and even thinking, the most he could manage was simple speach and crushing things. His father was part of a Raider group, and his mom was someone they caught unfortunately. Gunther grew up in the small room that his father called "Home" ... One day, his father never returned and Gunther was about 8 at the time, he left in search of his father but got lost on the way to wherever he was going, he somehow ended up at a Slavers camp. One slaver noticed Gunther as he approached the camp, but he allowed the child to come near instead of firing at him. Gunther went up to the man and said "Me hungry!" he stamped his foot and stared the slaver right in the face, the Slaver laughed and called his friends over to see what was going on. They then thought of using him to conduct "Business" with slave buyers. Gunther began to admire the slavers, and somehow he was rewarded with being in charge of Overseeing the slaves. Gunther was vigilant, in some ways and earned his keep with the Slavers. Now that he is grown (21 Years of age) he now goes out with the slavers, being the muscle for the group.

Out of Character Info: I talked to Jake for a bit about this, Try playing FO2 with 2 Intelligence.

SF Name: |HGN| Steven :D

SteamID: I'll get it later.

Time at HGN: Almost a Year

Time Roleplaying: 3 Years


Accepted

[Bucky]

Out of Character Info.

SteamFriends Name: |HGN|Buck

Steam ID: STEAM_0:0:9062273

Timezone: (UTC-05:00) Eastern Time (US & Canada)

Time with HGN: Eleven Months.

Time Roleplaying: Two Years.



In-Character Info.
Full Name: Victor 'Nails' Duke.

Date of birth: 4/9/2203.

Sex: Male.

Ethnicity: Caucasian,

Appearance: Brown Shaggy Hair, Chin Stubble, Brown Eyes, Six Foot Two, .44 Revolver, Rusty Switch Blade, Makeshift Plated Armor, Brown Trench Coat Over Armor, Cowboy Styled Hat, Leather Boots, Aviators Glasses, Usually Chews On A Tooth-Pick.
(Sorry for capitalizing everything my OCD kicked in and it looked quite bad with lower and uppercase words.)

Backstory: Victor was born in Kentucky to an abusive father and no mother. At a very young age, Victor knew pretty much everything he was going to need to know for the rest of his life. His father's abusive nature taught him that being dominant was the key, any other position would leave you in a ditch with a bullet hole in your head in the end. The people he met who were typically assholes while he traveled taught him to trust no one, everyone is your enemy, and that no one is your friend. Victor later in life would find these lessons useful when he began slaving in the Nuclear Wastes. As Victor grew older, he questioned the need to be with his father who continued to beat his grown 19 year old son. After realizing this, Victor figured that his father's time was up and that he had done his part on this hellish planet. Victor took a knife from the kitchen in a casino his father usually stayed at and went to his father's room, picking the door with a set of needle nose pliers. Victor calmly sneaked over to his father's bed and slit his throat. Victor took his father's clothes and gear (see appearance description) nonchalantly walking out of the casino. Victor from then on, roamed the state of Kentucky, looking for an organized slavers guild. This went on for eight years, then Victor realized that perhaps he should try Ohio, he had heard about the East Commonwealth Slavers Guild from a couple of Wastelanders stopping at a popular trade post. Victor packed his things and headed up to Ohio in search of the famed guild. When Victor finally reached Ohio, he realized he had come to the right place. After asking around and exploring for quite some time, he found what he was looking for. There was a camp on the horizon as victor stood atop a hill, as he looked through a pair of "borrowed" binoculars he noted several cages filled with dirty looking, bloodied, and bruised people wearing tattered rags. Outside the cages stood several men armed with Assault Rifles and Sub-Machine-Guns alike. Upon entering the camp he was cornered by several guards, one of them asked another if they should throw him in the pens with another. A larger man who seemed to have control of everything going on told them to lower their weapons. With surprising logic for a Wasteland Slaver he said "No man would waltz up to our gates to willingly be captured... I know what this one wants." After this event, Victor was allowed to stay in the encampment but was treated with no respect. People tended to call him 'shit kicker' and other vulgar names. Victor realized this was because he wasn't one of them yet. He needed to prove himself... He just didn't know how.

Accepted

Also, you DO need to post your SteamID, next applicants without it will get a severe punishment ICly (Demotions, less chances of getting better weaponry, reputation, etc)

[jaik]

Also, you DO need to post your SteamID, next applicants without it will get a severe punishment ICly (Demotions, less chances of getting better weaponry, reputation, etc)

[andrewhatesyou]

Out of Character Info.

SteamFriends Name: andrewhatesyou/ BOB DOLE

Steam ID: STEAM_0:0:29152112

Timezone: GMT -5 (EST)

Time with HGN: Around one year.

Time Roleplaying: Two-Three Years



In-Character Info.

Full Name: Jack Weston

Date of birth: 12/6/2200

Sex: Male

Ethnicity: Caucasian

Appearance(No adjective lists):
Jack has some pretty good advantages, but some disadvantages about his physical appearance. He is pretty strong, and could use great force to stop somebody or pick shit up. He worked out since he was 10 and also has some good pecks. His forearms are pretty big, bigger than average and Jack is on the heavy side giving him a fight advantage. But, nobody is perfect for Jack also has some disadvantages. Since he is a big dude, he is slower than the average man. He also can run out of breathe when running extended periods of time and would take him longer to regain his normal stamina. Jack also has a mustache and scruffy hair along with his trimmed chest hair.

Backstory: Jack grew up in Ohio, in a small broken and destroyed apartment from the bombs. Jack, his mom, and his dad were struggling to live scavenging around the area looking or any food. They would make it day by day barely consuming the food they need. Jack was a strong boy for his age of 13, and knew some other kids and families in the apartment. 
                Jack got tired of the bullshit he had to do everyday to survive, and he knew he had an advantage over other children in the building. Instead of searching for food, Jack began to boss the kids around acting as if they might not make it another day if they don't get food for Jack. He also told the kids he bossed around that if they tell their parents their whole family won't make it another day. This was just like being a slaver.
                His family grew suspicious of how he was getting food so he killed them both and said they never came back from scavenging the wastes. As he grew older he thought that he could have an easy life by joining some slavers. One day as he left the apartments looking for people that could help him, he spotted a bunch of people carrying slave collars.
                Jack made a deal with them saying if he could catch 5 decent slaves, he would join the group and if he failed, he would be a slave himself. He met the slavers two days later with 7 good conditioned slaves. They took him into their possy, and tried to join the East Commonwealth Slaver's. As they traveld to find them, they saw what looks like a slaver outpost. Jack was carrying a Chinese assault rifle at the time, and knew he should use it now. Without anybody noticing he killed all of his "Friends" and took all the slaves they had. Seeming like he had captured all of those people (About 10) he kept them in a line, very organized. He walked up to the post finding it WAS the Slaver's guild he was looking for. He asked if he could help them and showed all the slaves he said he had "Captured" by himself. The guard at the gate told Jack to hold on and went to tell the leader what his verdict was.

Pending; Accepted for trial

[Dinuthe3rd]

Out of Character Info.

STEAM ID: STEAM_0:0:31014794

SteamFriends Name: [X-H] {Super. A} Dinu (Jiddy)

Steam ID: STEAM_0:0:31014794

Timezone: -5 EST

Time with HGN: Possibly 2 or 3 Months

Time Roleplaying: 3 Years and 9 Months



In-Character Info.

Full Name: Joaquin 'Boa' Paseo

Date of birth: 6 / 13 / 2200

Sex: Male

Ethnicity: Hispanic

Appearance(No adjective lists): Messy Black hair, Half-Full grown beard, Dark Brown eyes, 6'7", Black duster with fitted Black gloves, Black trousers, Black work boots, and a slung Lever-Action Rifle.

Backstory: Joaquin was raised in South California. In which he grew up almost near the Pass to Mexico in which gave him the last name, 'Paseo' which means to Pass. From that point on, his Father was in a state of alcoholism, coming home every night to be drunk and just lay on the bed, doing so and not even bringing back a meal for the family. He was always the young type to play with anything but until one day, he seen a group of Raiders showing up to raid his family home, quickly his mother hiding him in the basement and telling him to stay safe, handing him a secret key of some sort. As she went back up, hearing the bangs on the walls and gun shots. Crying out of pain or mourning of whom was shot. Raiders taken everything that was worth while, finding nothing. Even the basement they checked, almost discovering young Joaquin but luckily a gun shot was heard outside which made them run out in a hurry.
  Joaquin gets out from his hiding spot, cleaning himself off. He was only 16 at the time, he was still young by then. He walked and found a safe. In which he opened it up and seeing all the things that was left for him once he grew up. The clothes he might need, food, water, but mostly his heirloom of it all. a Lever-Action Rifle in which was held by his Grandfather, Agustin Paseo. He got himself ready for the wastes in which he would travel, few years passing as he grew up as a 23 year old man, having looks that he was haunted by his memories but still proceeding on going. As he wanders he sees the group of Slavers in which he makes his own decisions of his stories from that point. Now, deciding what his fate will be once he approaches to what is inevitable. . . .

(Hopefully this gets through well about the backstory, x_x)

[Zombiedance]

Out of Character Info.

SteamFriends Name: |Hgn|Zombiedance

Steam ID: 0:0:9656928

Timezone:(UTC-06:00) Central Time (US & Canada)

Time with HGN: About a year.

Time Roleplaying: 5 or so....



In-Character Info.

Full Name: Charles Stage

Date of birth: 2213

Sex: Male

Ethnicity: Caucasian

Appearance(No adjective lists): Charles Stage has an average upper body build not very strong but not very weak. Dressed mainly in darker cloths, Strong legs from running, keeps an old sniper with a poor IR scope tapped on, buck knife, and a blood stained Black Felt Stetson hat. Pair of old binoculars around his neck with an engraving on them.

Backstory: Charles Stage ( born in Ohio in 2213 ) grew up with very little happening in a small two story house with no brothers or sisters only his mom, dad and his dog Max. To pass most of his boring days as a child he would read books his dad brought home from scavenging. As he turned 8 he had become quite smart for his age from reading books about all sorts of things from fairy tales to old magazines ( covering an assortment of things ex: guns & knives to history ) to history books. At the age of 8 he started questioning everything for instance: life, where his dad went when he wasn't at home, what was in his food, ect. He mainly focused on where his dad went his dad went which lead him to following his dad one day following from a distance with a rusty pair of binoculars his dad gave him when he turned 6. He walked what seemed to him 1 million miles when his dad had meet up with 2 men. One looked like a tank soaring high in the air with a build of a god from one of his books on Greek mythology. The man appeared very aggressive with splotches of blood on a torn shirt with a large logo he couldn't make out due to a large tear going diagonally down the shirt. The man was equipped with machete on his back with something engraved onto his handle which he just couldn't make out and a .44 caliber pistol on his side. The second man was a small measly looking man who was well dressed looking like he was just stopping for some shade under the large man on his way to a ball with the president. The second man had a wooden stocked sniper slung over his back and was talking to his father. At this moment Charles began to shake uncontrollably nearly hyper ventilating just left to watch in terror to see what they were going to do. That's when his father held out his hand and shook the well dressed mans hand while nodding to the larger man to his left. Charles slowly got control of his breathing and all sense of fear was replaced with questions. Why was his dad talking to such off kilter looking men. Charles kept watching until they shook hands nodded and started walking off in different directions his dad back the way he came and the two men off in a new direction. Charles quickly ran into a desolate house waiting for his dad to pass so he could follow him home the house stank of vinegar and decay. He quickly scanned over the house some stairs to a basement on his left to his right a broken tv with a empty plant pot on it. In the center of the room was a torn rug with blood stains, dust, and for the most part old decayed miscellaneous objects strewn around. A couch was infront of the tv with a spring shot out of the cushion with cotton out of it. There was a large blood spot on the seat that had an erie feeling to it not like normal blood splats he had grown used to there was just something not right about it. Not taking time to see what it was that was off about it and quickly turned running to a shattered window his father was a little bit farther back still coming up on the house. when a hand grabbed Charles from behind instinctively making Charles scream and thrash. The hand grabbed him around the mouth it was covered in grim and puss covered cuts that obviously weren't treated correctly if at all. A second hand came around grabbing his neck yanking him back. Charles tried to push away but who ever it was just kept walking. Charles panicked and bit the hand on his face he heard a man yell "You fucking shit!" and slapped Charles across the face. Charles began to cry realizing his hopelessness pleading to the man to let him go. At that moment a bullet shattered through the window blood sprayed across the rug along with chunks of god knows what. Charles still processing what happened looked up to see his dad looking down at him. Charles closed his eyes' waiting for his dad to start yelling but all he heard was his dad say in a very melodramatic tone "Best we get going home now before it gets dark". Charles looked up and said "Y-y-your n-not mad?". His dad replied "Of course i am but this is not exactly the best place and time to start questioning you is it?". Charles nodded and they walked out the door Charles turned and saw the couch that's when it hit Charles the blood was fresh and there was a small chunk of flesh in the bottom corner. Charles grew up nearly forgetting about his dads business that day. Until one day when Charles ,now 18, was shooting his sniper out at some bottles he placed up on logs heard his dad yell at the top of his lungs "Get in here now! We have to leave!" Charles noticed panic in his dads voice and began to ask why but stopped thinking about how this was not a time for questions based on his fathers voice. He hurriedly ran inside his dad was yelling to his mom "Grab everything you can we cant stay here!" He turned to Charles in a panic and said "Go to your room now and grab what you can make sure you grab clothes and grab Max." In a hurry Charles ran and packed and called Max. Max came prancing into the living room wagging his white fluffy tail looking up to Charles holding his mouth open. Max was a white schnauzer very scrappy missing a chunk off his right ear and alot of his hair. Max was found in a abandoned panic room (a.k.a. nuclear bunker) when he was 5. The owner had been shot approximately a day earlier. Max was found near dead in the corner yipping so they took him and nurtured him back to health. Charles looked up from Max and his dad said "We have to leave now." They left leaving there house behind. After a week of wandering they stumbled into a small town. Two kids were sitting on the front porch of a house watching them as they passed by. They walked up to a small building with a sign dangling off the roof labeled "General store". They began to enter but were stopped by a fat man who was covered head to toe in dust and grit. The fat man said "You have to leave the dog outside i fucking hate animals..." His dad turned to Charles and said "Go chain Max to one of the wooden supports out side." Charles nodded and did so re-entering the building to see his dad trying to bargain for supplies with the fat man. The fat man acting ignorant to his father denying him the labeled prices due to him not living in town. His father kept trying to bargain but the store owner kept relying "Nope" to every measly attempt to lower the price. They left the store empty handed to see the same two kids from earlier kicking and shoving Max around. Max yipped as a tubbier looking kid kicked
Max in the chest laughing with his friend. Max yipped and fell over with a large bloody welt on his side. Charles angrily charged the tubbier kid and tackled him into the wood deck. The kid flew to the ground landing on a uprooted nail that pierced into the kids back. Charles threw a punch for the kids face. The kid knocked out of breath gasped for air tears coming into his eyes got hit in the jaw spluttering a small amount of blood out of his mouth. Charles heard a loud **POP** and turned to the other kid who was shaking and slowly backing up until he turned and ran. Charles turned to Max unchaining him and picking him up. Max whimpered and took a gasp of air. This was Charles turning point from that point Charles had grown a hate towards people for there cruelty and lack of decency. They left the town in a hurry leaving the tubby kid on the deck crying. No comments from his parents. Several hours later they set up a camp and Charles layed max down on some of his cloths. Max was bleeding profusely through the bandages making Charles have to change them often and clean the wounds. Max tried to get up but fell over unable to move and yipped. Charles fell asleep next to Max. Around 5 in the morning Max died from blood loss, broken ribs, and a torn lung. Charles (now 23 y/o ) left his parents in search for a guild he heard of when passing through a bar called the East Commonwealth Slaver's Guild. Charles kept his disposition to people but loved animals and protected, helped, ect. at every given chance. From reading and spare time shooting his old Remington at nearly every given chance got a good sense of tactics from the books on war and military tactics. Along with a very strong legs from constantly moving. Due to constant practice he had also become a very good shot with his sniper rifle.


-Excuse the jipped ending its 3 AM and i wrote a lot already i know some parts are kind of jumpy, shitty, etc. I'm really shitty at writing back stories.

Accepted