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[alex4576]

------out of character info--------
steam Name: Mr. Cactus
Steam ID: STEAM_0:1:34324212
Time Spent with HGN: Over 2 years
Timezone: GMT-5
Explain to me, in short, why I should consider you: I use to be in the BoS when Iron was leading it and I am very "experienced" with having to deal with people because I was a former admin on SRP.


------In character info---------
Name: Alex Scheuerman
Age: 31
Height: 6'5
Do you have any medical conditions that may cause you to be unfit for this team?: Negative
What qualities make you stand out from the rest: I specialize in heavy weaponry, and I know how to repair most weapons if you give me the time and part.
Backstory: Alex Scheuerman was like most kids born in the wasteland, dirty and hungry. At the age of twelve his father and him joined up with a caravan of traders traveling from camp to camp. Along the way the traders taught Alex the basics of the weapons they sold, how to barter, and most importantly how to repair weapons to make caps. For the next ten years his father and him would travel with caravaners doing work for them and when Alex turned 16 he was able to guard with them. One day when the caravan was passing through the wasteland they came across the Brother Hood of Steel. After arguing with his father Alex was able to leave the Caravan and go along with the Brother Hood as a mechanic and gunsmith to repair their weapons and armor. After a couple of years getting on their good side Alex decided to try to join the Brother Hood of Steel.


Accepted as initiate.

[irondeity]

Out-of-Character InformationSteam Name: |HGN-STTO| IronDeity ]CW[ (Also may show up as NineBreaker now and then)
Steam ID: Its floating around many applications, will find it and edit it in.
Time Spent with HGN: A good while.
Timezone: -5 GMT (Eastern Standard Time)
Explain to me, in short, why I should consider you: OOC: I figure when I can lend my hand to the FO server I could be of use when called upon and/or when I have a break from my duties on SRP. In turn I will not expect promotions and chew up higher slots for the regular playerbase. IC: My great grandfather, Marcus Graves was a Paladin Lord, his custom engraved armor is still displayed within the Lost Hills in memorandum of his services, waiting a worthy blood relative to bear it. I wish to be as great as he had been.

In-Character InformationName: Felix Graves
Age: 22
Height: 5 foot, 11 inches
Do you have any medical conditions that may cause you to be unfit for this team?: I do not.
What qualities make you stand out from the rest: I have an unfaltering drive to do my utmost. I learn new tasks quickly and push to find ways to do them more effectively. 

Backstory: Felix Graves, like those in his family for years, was born in the confines of the Lost Hills bunker, studying as an Initiate from the time he could read and talk. His parents, Marissa and Siegfried Graves treated him as a Knight before even his training began, when either was home.
Expectations had been high for the young boy due to his blood, however he had slipped in multiple categories on more than one occasion, finding the tasks given difficult. The Scribes had started to become fed up with his dwindling motivation, the Knights, with his lack of care. A mishap occurred one day as he was
working on Knight Dorain's AEP7 as a test. Having not properly seated the energy-cell, nor reminded himself of safe handling. The weapon discharged, leaving a scorch and minor hole on the resting Power Armor of Dorian's, the knight, had been a only few steps away preparing other equipment. The incident nearly
cost Felix his final chance to avoid ejection from the bunker.

Weeks had passed, followed by months, after the incident; and young Felix had lit a spark inside himself, beginning to turn his failures into success. The Scribes had begun to watch him closely once more, hopeful that he was finally on the right path. He continued to excel in his training and duties leading
to his first combat trials. He had earned the rank of Squire and was sent with his peers to the training rooms of Knight Ulric, a place many called 'The Grind'. Ulric was a formidable looking man, towering at six foot two inches, covered in scars. For the next few years the Squires would train under Ulric.
He broke them down to the point many wished they had been judged as Scribes, and he kept them down. Those who were of fabled name, had been pushed even harder, punished more severely. Felix was one of the few who received Ulric's deepest roots of attention, being called a waste of good blood, an unworthy
holder of his surname, among other things. They all learned to fight, fight each other, challenge Knights, and finally to challenge Ulric himself. The day arrive that the Squires had all passes their initial trials and had gathered in their briefing room, knowing it was the day they would be named Senior Squires.
Or so they thought. Ulric spoke in a flat, commanding tone, "So you believe you are ready to become Seniors? That you are prepared for the Oaths? Well, you're wrong. Saddle up and be back here in five minutes. Move it you lazy pack of boots, Move!" They hurried out to their equipment lockers, donning their combat armors.
When they returned, Ulric told them that one final task remained to be taught. Survival.

Ulric took them to the surface, the first time they had seen it. They marched out into the hills and valleys for a few days before coming to what appeared to be an abandoned town, age long damage ruled the structures and streets. Ulric let them all rest for a few moments as he proceeded into the town, telling them to
be present in ten minutes. The time had passed and the Squires proceeded down the hillside to the town, however they did not spot any sign of Knight Ulric. A deep howl emitted forth from a nearby building before the door splintered. A Super Mutant stepped out into the light, straightening his back after clearing the doorway.
The large weapon in his hands was gripped tightly, he immediately ran for the Squires, posing to swing. They scattered and broke into teams quickly, firing upon the brute with this pistols. Squire Cameron did not react in time however, the brute continued his charge, his skin oozed from inflicted bullet wounds. He swung...
A sickening series of cracks could be heard as Cameron was struck and flailed down the street a few feet, dead. The mutant roared out and turned to face the others, preparing to repeat it once more. As he did, a series of laser fire echoed from the second story of a building down the street, the beams cut into the mutant who
then dropped to his knees before a final killing shot landed. The AER9 barrel vanished from the window and Ulric exited the same building a few moments later, approaching the group. "You have passed. Squire Cameron however, failed. Retrieve his body, we will return to the bunker." They did so and returned as said. Upon entering
Ulric had parted from them to speak with the Head Knight. A short while later, the Squires had been called to take their Oaths.



Accepted as initiate.

[Zithra]

Out-of-Character InformationSteam Name: |HGN| Zithra
Steam ID: STEAM_0:1:616470
Time Spent with HGN: ~5 to 6 months
Timezone: Central (-6:00)
Explain to me, in short, why I should consider you: Before the canon 'reset' I was a proven intelligent and trustworthy Senior Knight
In-Character InformationName: Mike Thornton

Age: 24

Height: 6'1"

Do you have any medical conditions that may cause you to be unfit for this team?: No physical hindrance, but mild ADHD.

What qualities make you stand out from the rest: I am a man of loyalty, honor, and pride. A team player, natural leader, and all-around enjoyable lad to be around. I am capable of being a tender lover, and a brutal killer, and anywhere in-between that a situation calls for. My intelligence and quickness balance out my strength and perception.

Backstory:
Mike found himself in the same place he always came to when he had to think. The howling wind from the ancient valley in front of him jostled his hair back, cool enough to make the hairs on his neck stand on end. A deep sigh was released as he rose from his seat atop a hill that overlooked the valley, signifying his breaking away from the few moments of peace he could find in a day. Walking back to his solitary tent, Mike fought with himself to remove the dreams he had of being what he considered a God from his head. The thoughts of being a protector of the past, an icon of the present, and a stepping stone of the future sent shivers of excitement down his spine as always. The cold, bitter truth, however, soon spread a menacing scowl across his face. The remembrance of rumors he had been told, rumors that claimed no outsiders would be accepted into the ranks of the Gods, regardless of who he spoke to. Mike's emotions pulled him up and down in desire and lust.

Living out in the wilderness for the past three years had been difficult at first, but Mike quickly caught on to simple tricks of survival. Within a few months, he had gone from an inexperienced chap to a hunter in his prime. Mike had pulled himself out of his small home settlement when he turned 21, convinced that he was wasting his life by sitting idly in his home skinning Brahmin while the true kings of the Wasteland were at work just out of his reach. The Brotherhood of Steel was his ultimate idol, his ultimate dream in life. He wanted them to need him, so that he could make a difference for the human race as a whole.

As he neared his insignificant, hand made and tattered tent, Mike heard the faint sound of several shards of metal clanging in unison. Spinning wildly in all directions, Mike nearly tripped over himself in excitement of what could happen on this day. The wind finally died down for a moment that was just long enough to pinpoint the direction of the sounds he heard. Without a second thought, Mike was gone, without the intent to return to his small camp ever again. The backpack he always kept ready to leave in case of an emergency with was the only thing brought.

Catching up to the warriors was easy enough, but as he drew closer Mike realized that in all of the years he had to think, never once had he figured out what he would say when and if this situation arose. Reasurring himself that if it was fate, it would happen, he approached the small band of men and women in that shining armor he craved to fight for and in. While unsure of whether they could trust him at first, they quickly lowered their guard as they realized Mike was no enemy, and he walked with them as long as they would let him, telling them his tale - praying silently that his impression was a good one.


Accepted as initiate, Welcome back.

[Madcombat]

Out-of-Character Information
Steam Name: Madcombat

Steam ID:

Time Spent with HGN: 4 - 3 years.

Timezone: GMT

Explain to me, in short, why I should consider you: I just want to enjoy myself, that's the whole meaning of this application.

In-Character Information
Name: George R.Titus

Age: 24

Height: 6'1"

Do you have any medical conditions that may cause you to be unfit for this team?: No disorders, I am fit and ready.

What qualities make you stand out from the rest: I was raised to abide by the codex, I am an honorable individual.  I like to assemble and disassemble technology to discover how it works, I like to build new pieces of technology with old past war loot.


Back story: George R. Titus was raised into the Brotherhood of Steel, his mother was a scribe while his father was an Knight.  By the time George reached the age of eight, his father was teaching him how his life should keep true to the codex and follow it through in what it states while his mother taught him the basis of technology.  He soon found himself assembling technology and trying to create something completely new.  Years later he would reach the age of 16, he wanted to follow his father and surpass him, become a Paladin in the future. 


His father would teach him the basic usage of weaponry, starting from the most basic from no more then a 9mm, when he was younger he had the chance to try out a BB gun that his father found out in the wastelands, he cherished this, however in the later years his mother would die of cancer, he father became a much different figure to him, thoughts would run through his mind on what his father was thinking.  A year later, he would be informed his father was killed in action, he was told he died fighting, but he knew better.  He knew his father was thinking about mother and that's what got him killed, his attachments got the best of him.

Years would pass when he wanted to follow his father and fight for his family, sure the brotherhood was important for him, but he felt it was also his duty to follow through with what his father carried out.  He'd find himself in the wasteland one day in a patrol of six men, he was being educated by Senior Knight Ramous who had taken George into his care since the death of his parents. 


When ever George would go out on patrol, he would always carry the BB gun his father gave him as a child, it actually became useful and a life saver.  George would find that people can be simple beings, at one point the patrol found a group of super mutants, and the ammunition count was considered quite low.  But George noticed a benefit presenting itself, he took his BB gun and fired at a pot near the group, in turn the pot attracted their attention as they approached it looking into it. 


This gave the patrol the edge and time they needed to sneak past unnoticeable to inform the chapter of the super mutant presence.  That day George learned a simple lesson, the most simple tools can lead to success, and so he stuck by this.  Super Mutants to him was quite a dumb mutant, quite clumsy.  Years would pass on, he reached the age of 24 where a benefit presented itself, Georges training was complete and now all he had to do was show his ability, he was given the benefit to join a new chapter and leave those he knew behind.  He joined chapter in the northern part of the capital wasteland and was selected to be involved in a task force.

Accepted nice backstory.

[mxh24]

Out-of-Character InformationSteam Name: FrozenFire
Steam ID:STEAM_0:0:32103477
Time Spent with HGN: About a year.
Timezone: EST
Explain to me, in short, why I should consider you:I am loyal, and I have no life, so I am on 24/7, I always loved fallout and completed the full BoS questline in all of the games, I love BoS, and wish to be a member of them.
In-Character InformationName: Richard Slade
Age: 29
Height:6'1''
Do you have any medical conditions that may cause you to be unfit for this team?: Not that I know of.
What qualities make you stand out from the rest:Well, Lets see, I have some knowledge in weapon utilization, I am a sharpshooter, and I spent a long time in books, reading about survival techniques.
Backstory:Ray Walker, a man trying to make sure everyone in the Wasteland knows his name. After being shot as a wastelander he decided that he was wasting his life away and knew he was never going to realize his plans of grandeur if he continued down that path. After being revived by a man named George at a stranded town with a very little population, he helped teach the entire town how to protect themselves and trust each other for the upcoming fight with the slavers. After that fight was over and the feeling he had when the entire town thanked him for all he had done in a short time he left to the hotel to see how he could continue his new dream. While in the process of helping eradicate the town of escapees he found a huge collection of books in the back shack on all elements of life from proper ways to suture a wound to gun cleaning techniques along with the proper tools needed to practice the tasks mentioned in the books. He locked himself inside the hotel for several months and taught himself everything he could even learning to master many of those techniques mentioned in those books.
After leaving the hotel he traveled the wasteland as a Jack-of-All-Trades helping perform almost any task needed for a society in need remembering what the town did for him. After doing this for several months he was invited into the town, again, by the very well known George. Every single town in the desert felt his presence with increased work, increased jobs, and therefore an increased GDP, which helped lead to wealth all around the desert shooting up and what were once scarcely populated towns of people barely hanging on become bustling urban centers of people excited for day to day lives. They weren't the only ones feeling the love though because their pockets grew so did the Courier's. He continued to invest in more businesses, himself and the town, which had been named New hope.
He became a major collector of the unique and rare buying every single item that there was no other of in the land no matter how unpractical it was. It mattered none to him, as he just wanted to know that he owned everything. Anything that wouldn't be sold to him he stole from the owner's but always replaced it with an item of much higher value. He finally realized his dream of fame, power, and respect of not only being known and respected in every circle of society but also being well liked along them all. He even established a small posse himself consisting of a drunken former caravan owner, a Follower's of the Apocalypse scientist, a BoS scibe, and former gunslinger. He gave them all a home in the high-roller suite at the New Hope's Hotel in exchange for their loyalty and help in certain tasks.
It wasn't enough for him, though. He began financing weapons, armor, training, and even expeditions for all the major players of the Wasteland. He helped bring the BoS, and New Hope to their full fighting potential. Some around the Wasteland felt he was becoming corrupt with wealth and power becoming nothing more than an arms dealer attempting to speed up the inevitable war of Hoover Dam and making it as bloody as possible so that he can swoop in and finish all each of the fractions and take full control over the wastes and the surrounding lands. Many Followers felt he was on a self-destructive path that would ultimately lead to his end. He became so paranoid from his drug use that everyone was out to steal everything that he owned that even though he already had quite the layer of protection surrounding his suite at the hotel being as no one has ever been in it except for him he hired an army of mercenaries to kill anyone who attempted to go inside the elevator leading up to his private floor.
   The BoS soon heard of his misfortune, and one day went into the suit, and killed his guards and went to his room. When they got there they found him past out and unconscious. Being as Richard helped the BoS out earlier, with the guns, the announcements, the water, the food, the ammunition, the armor. They where willing to repay him by giving him an offer no one could refuse. He woke up in the BoS house and they put him in a chair. They asked him all sorts of information like his height, his weight, and his professions. He gave him all of the answers and they said they wanted to repair his life, and help in any way necessary. He asked one thing, to straighten his life and become a member. The rest is to be told.

Accepted - Initiate

[Overwatch]

Out-of-Character Information

Steam Name: |ч г н| бесплатноПони        - Translates into |HGN| Freepony
Steam ID: STEAM_0:1:5442731
Time Spent with HGN: 14 Months
Timezone: GMT + 0
Explain to me, in short, why I should consider you: I play hell of a lot of GMod, I'm good with stories and lead the BoS on Infusion Gaming for a  month before I passed it onto Cheify

In-Character Information

Name: Nicola Howard
Age: 29
Height: 5ft 6"
Do you have any medical conditions that may cause you to be unfit for this team?:  Not that I am aware of. Although I have been told I ask too many questions... A lot.
What qualities make you stand out from the rest: Unfortunately, I'm no sharpshooter. But hand me a satchel of medical tools, and the tides turn. I know, and have dedicated most of my time to learning medical practices to apply to field situations, and given the time and tools, splints, extractions, vein and artery clamping, you name it I can make it combat efficient in five minutes. Apart from, well... bullet wounds to the brain.
Backstory:

  Born in the Lost Hills bunker, Nicola Howard was disregarded in a lot of aspects. Growing up through initiation, she was abhorrently appalling at repair; often caught out for having other initiates help her mend cells, and far too often, having weapons come out worse-for-wear than when they went in. The most noticeable time, was when she was being tested over restoring a wrecked set of T-45D. Misplacing a lot of attachments and once the suit was powered, ripped itself apart as the hydraulics started to convulse without limiters. Scorn and punishment following swiftly thereafter.

  Taking an interest in medical, her views and techniques were often regarded as overly-excessive, yet somewhat efficient. Fitting in comfortably with her new-found skills, The scribes passed her name among the ready, Years churned past...

...And then it all went to shit.

In line for 'The grind' several squires, most notably Squire Graves, we're pushed further than others; watching the excessive training, and taking a large part in the rest served its purpose, grinding her down to wits and, and to some others, beyond that. She constantly lost Squires such as Graves, relentlessly beating her time and time again, only emerging victorious from the sleep-deprived or the over-worked, sloppy squires, barely making it to the end, or so she thought.

"So you believe you are ready to become Seniors? That you are prepared for the Oaths? Well, you're wrong. Saddle up and be back here in five minutes. Move it you lazy pack of boots, Move!"


...And this is where it really went to shit.

Marching across the surface in the heat, she made sure at least some form of water was passed along the lines, keeping everyone on their feet, taking note that Cameron refused water slightly too often, groggily slacking in the marching pace; Howard keeping him subtly supported as they moved, remarking how he should start taking more water, and that they have plenty for him on this journey. Eventually arriving at a small, abandoned town. After resting, Cameron and Howard dropped their guard, Following the better leaders like Graves down into the town in a search for Knight Ulric, until a roar shook her to the bones. Letting Cameron support himself, she moved for cover infront of a door, as a Super Mutant broke into broad daylight from the door, Leaping over her and the cover, running towards the other squires.

They broke efficiently into small fire-teams drawing it around, yet Cameron sped down the street with an amazing pace, until she realized he had been hit, and the cracking, and popping was more real than she wanted it to be. Standing up and closing her eyes, she fired once, hearing a thud and smiled, then sheepishly opened her eyes as she paced for Cameron, lying in a mangled frame, bones disjointed and skewed at impossible angles. Retching slightly, Ulric emerged from a building, barking orders that fell deaf on her ears.

Slowly shouldering his corpse, she made her way back with the rest; for the bunker.

Her heart sank, as she passed the corpse of the mutant, the cause of death a well placed laser shot, and not her act of courage, her failure to act leading to Cameron's death was unnoticed by the rest, but still stood-fast in her mind. Slowly, surely, marching back to the bunker...



_{**Me and Iron agreed that I could merge stories for a nicer touch of passive roleplay.}

Accepted - Knight, because this was pretty well written.

[Storm_Shield]

Out-of-Character Information


Steam Name: Storm_Shield


Steam ID: STEAM_0:0:8836134


Time Spent with HGN: About 2 Weeks.


Timezone: GMT -5


Explain to me, in short, why I should consider you: I always loved the Brotherhood of Steel
and I play HGN alot and I am loyal.


In-Character Information


Name: Ian Brown


Age: 20


Height: 6'


Do you have any medical conditions that may cause you to be unfit for this team?: No I do not.


What qualities make you stand out from the rest: He can make ammo and repair weapons and also knows how to handle weapons.


Backstory: Ian Brown was raised out in the wasteland with a brother and a mother and
father, his father was part of the Brotherhood of Steel. He was a Knight, he was a loyal
soldier. His mother just stayed home in their broken shack feeding the kids, she did most of
the work. His brother Daren was a bad kid, didn't talk much but when he did it was never
nice. He always got in trouble, breaking windows, stealing stuff. He was just not a happy
person. At the age of 15 his father taught Ian and Daren how to use a weapon, Ian took it
slow and hit the targets that his dad set up for them. At the age of 18 his father taught him
how to repair weapons and make ammo, Ian messed up sometimes and broke the weapon but he repaired a weapon and it worked fine. Over the years Ian practiced repairing weapons,
crafting ammo, and firing weapons. After the years he was almost an expert at it, at the age
of 20 he finally said to his father and mother that he was going to join the Brotherhood of
Steel.

Accepted - Initiate, though I hope you choose the way of the Quill when promoted. We could use a new scribe.

[Smithy]

Out-of-Character Information


Steam Name: |HGN| Smithy


Steam ID: # STEAM_0:1:12501243

Time Spent with HGN: About 1 1/2 Years - 3


Timezone: GMT 0


Explain to me, in short, why I should consider you:I have previouse experience as an outcast and i want to experience BoS roleplay, i will remain active and loyal to the BoS themselves.

In-Character Information


Name: James Smith


Age: 18


Height: 6'2


Do you have any medical conditions that may cause you to be unfit for this team?: I have no medical conditions that could render me unfit, I have only a slight skin pigment issue but that does not effect my health.


What qualities make you stand out from the rest: I have extreme courage and i aim to impress my superiors, i will leap to battle under your word and i will give my life for our Cause and families. I have experience with most weapons and i am able to prove myself to you.


Backstory: A rather windy day, radioactivity within the air and the beating sun all around...James stood above the body of his father, a proud serving knight within the brotherhood of steel. Fire erupted as he crouched down, holding his father in his arms, The scorched armor giving off a distinctive smell aswell as the burnt flesh. Several Lazer cells fired towards James, each one missing, As he stood up and wrapped his arms around the large structure of the man and began to heave him towards his comrades a few ten meters off.

As the gunfire calmed and the opposing forces withdrew, James swores his allegiance towards the Brotherhood and took up his fathers rifle, vowing that he would make his father proud and will forever defend his title as Knight.

Two Months on....

Word of mutant activity rising was rumouring around the bunker...A small camp set up near the bunker...made up of around five mutants. A small squad of Four was sent out to investigate and scout the camp, as they approached the mutants were on guard already spotting them and taking it within themselves to fire the first shot, injuring the first scout. As the scout fell to the floor with a thud a round also fired in return, blowing a chunk from the mutants face, the squad didn't fire the shot nor the mutants, but they asked no questions and took it within the graps to get to any cover they could.
Another shot was fired towards the second mutant as it raced towards the squad, it just skimming its head. The mutant stopped looking around for the shooters position while the squad took their position ebhind the cover. Three more rounds entered the Mutant as the other mutants fell back, leaving their camp and leaving their dismembered corpses of victory behind.
James revealed his position as he moved down to the squad to offer any assistance to the wounded scout member.
A few days passed....
James was recognised for his bravery and earnt a reputation for his courage helping fight off mutants from an vulnerable squad of scouts.

Accepted - Initiate

[Pepsigod]

Out-of-Character Information

Steam Name: Pfc. A. Elliott [9th AD|DIA]

Steam ID: STEAM_0:0:18471237

Time Spent with HGN: I have been here before for a brief amount of time, just came back and been here about 3 weeks now.

Timezone: EST

Explain to me, in short, why I should consider you: I believe I should be considered for the Brotherhood of Steel for a few reasons, I have experience with the Brotherhood (Both West and East Coast) on different servers and from personal studies of the faction I also have a since of leadership in me, what I mean by this is that I'm in a JROTC program and starting a Criminal Justice program next semester in which they both provide leadership training.

In-Character Information

Name: Lindsay Kromwell

Age: 27

Height: 5'8"

Do you have any medical conditions that may cause you to be unfit for this team?: Over time from cracking my fingers I had developed mild Arthritis.

What qualities make you stand out from the rest: I show my respect to those who have power, and I know my place within the brotherhood. I like to think about things before I do them, but other than that I have no more reasons.

Backstory: The snow crackled as the new family moved across the snowy grounds of the wasteland. The family, carrying their new baby girl, recently survived a enclave excavation of the camp they had been staying in for over a year. The father clinging onto bare life in hopes of keeping her daughter and wife safe eventually collapsed into the snow, exhaustion and starvation had finally caught up to the mid-aged man of 48.

The weeping widow, lost and cold drew no more hope for life, she was also exhausted and starved but was able to press on into the wasteland in hopes of securing a life for her daughter. The lost woman had reached her way into Step Jaw Valley near the dead of winter, stumbling; she reached the brotherhood base. Her hopes were that they would take the two in, or at least her young new born daughter, to safety. She waited outside the building for as long as she could before not being able to carry on, the doors opened before she finally gave way to death. In her last moments of life, using her last breathe she begged the men to bring her daughter in as one of her own.

The Brotherhood, stricken with their morale standards, had no other choice but to bring the young child in as their own. They rose her as their own, never mentioning the brave task their mother went through to bring her child to safety. Her real name was never known, or if her parents truly even gave her a name, but she was named before the elder as Lindsay, and was given to the Kromwell couple in the brotherhood whom the misses was sterile.

The adopted daughter of the Kromwells grew up inside the brotherhoods walls and in their teachings. She was a ordinary child of the brotherhood, not excelling in any particular area except history and she kept to herself, keeping everything dangerously bottled up inside.... This is the beginnings of Lindsay, the spared child.

Accepted - Medic/Scribe due to lack of any female scribe clothes, and the need for a proper medic.

[bohi]

Out-of-Character Information
Steam Name: Pvt. S. Cright [9thAD|Jr]
Steam ID: STEAM_0:1:33749817
Time Spent with HGN: Probably 2 weeks.
Timezone: GMT -5
Explain to me, in short, why I should consider you: Well... I've always admired the Enclave and the Brotherhood of Steel but, the BoS very... Interesting. I am active on HGN. And, I am mature.


In-Character InformationName: Douglas Tariad
Age: 46
Height: 5'
Do you have any medical conditions that may cause you to be unfit for this team?: None diagnosed.
What qualities make you stand out from the rest: Not really. You see, Douglas is just a average Joe, no golden boy but just a normal man. Although, in his past he was a very intelligent boy. He would fiddle with old computers, cars and re-wiring many things. His father taught him how to hunt, so he can fire a gun too.
Backstory:

Douglas Tariad grew up with parents of crime. It wasn't everyday he would come to a breakfast table with some sort of drug on his table. Life was tough, and not everyone cared for him. Sometimes his parents wouldn't have enough money for there own food and end up eating dirt and anything they could find or salvage. Growing up he would witness multiple drug deals and scenarios. Learning from his parent he learned how to deal with pressure and quick decisions. Growing up in the wastelands, he had to attend a old run down church. At the church they were forced into some kind of education. He would achieve flawless grades, surpassing every student in the church. Even though his remarkable grades would amaze the "Teachers", his parents still found no interest in there own son. He didn't exist. People didn't even bother to learn his name. No one cared, no one bothered. He didn't care either, the only thing he would really do during school is work, and during breaks was work. Finishing homework ahead of time, he would ahead  by a mile in the 'School'.


Sam's parents started to grow bigger in the drug buisness, although now, they we're getting careless. Doug could tell something bad would happen. You can't just run around the streets with drugs  in your pockets can you? Later on that year someone had ratted the family out to the local group of raiders. A group had  watching the house. The raiders, storming in through the house, shouting to get in sight of the them or they would open fire, the raiders had counted down to three. The shots we're fired and in a attempt to run, Sam's father pushed him into the swarm of bullets darting across the room. Just missing him the raiders pulled him to safety while immobalizing the father and killing the mother. Doug never saw his parents since.


Everything shot up here though, raiders had been watching him, and pulled the first strike. Until the Brotherhood showed up in a patrol, fending off Samuel. They offered him a job there... That's where his story, continues.

Accepted

[assassin8909]

Out-of-Character InformationSteam Name: Sgarner215
Steam ID: STEAM_0:1:29951145
Time Spent with HGN: 4-5 Months
Timezone: EST
Explain to me, in short, why I should consider you: Well for one, i was in the Brotherhood of Steel but got kicked out because i was inactive alot.  But now i will be alot more active and will play on my BoS character alot more than before.
In-Character InformationName: Cody Schatz
Age: 25
Height: 5'8
Do you have any medical conditions that may cause you to be unfit for this team?: None
What qualities make you stand out from the rest: I will follow all orders, I am a good marksmen, I obey my every order no matter what it is.
Backstory: I will fight, but I will not have pleasure in doing so. I will do as told, because I believe in orders in this world. Life is not about taking advantage of the things it gives you, it's about doing what you can do to live the longest. If you live the longest, it's a chance to bring this world back to the old days. It's a chance to make me feel like I accomplished a goal in "Living Hell".  When I was a young child, my parents told me this and this is how they saw this world. The world that I did not see yet but already now know of it's horrors from stories, and myths. I will admit I feared the outside world from this bunker, but if you admit your fears, you are a better man or woman than any that say that they "Have no fear". Nobody doesn't have a fear, there is something that someone is afraid of in life. As much as they will lie through their teeth right in front of me, or anyone, I know they have something out there that they can fear. I laughed thinking the Enclave were "emotionless". Watch what happens when you kill a member right  in their eyes, will they just stand there and look all proud then? No, they won't. If a Leadership is gone, they fall apart, like everyone does. When I was a young child, my parents told me well about life...  I grew older as a child, grew slowly and got closer into Initiatehood as they did their work, and I struggled to do mine. I wasn't the best hard worker around, but I did what I could do and that's all I care about. I learned more, from teachers, and trainers inside a "safe bunker" from what I was told from mother. I guess you could call me a "Teenager" at this time, but I was a bit mature for my age I guess. I will still a little reckless as most people at my age were. I first used a Laser Pistol at the time, I didn't understand why others saw using these devices as a "Fun little toy" in their eyes. I think of it as a Defence, a small tool to help protect from danger. I understand that I have to practice with these certain tools but not for "fun and games" at the time, just to keep me alive. Now this wasn't my point of view at first I will admit. I kinda found some small joy when I was using these things at first. But when my father noticed this "joy", he told me to not think of fighting as fun. He told me that there are consequences in battle and how it can scar a person for life. I nodded after he told me this and looked at a Laser based weapon differently than most Teenagers would. I think I had good parents, even if they were hard on me at times, but only to make me stronger, and it helped...I guess...


  Young adulthood felt nice for me. I finally was accepted into starting of my Knighthood or whatever it's called, and am now a man. Sad to say that my father has been M.I.A. for about a year now and mother is preparing for the worst. I sometimes come in her room and see her sobbing at the picture of them when they were younger, but still in love. I kinda shed a tear too when I watched her weep and hold the picture, rocking back and forth on her bed as she didn't even think to look at me. I don't think she even saw me in the room. All she saw was the picture, her memories is what she kept. Whenever I could, I went over to give her a hug to comfort, but I know it couldn't bring back my father, her husband Jack Joseph. I'm a little worried that soon Mother will want to "Join him" if he is actually deceased. I do not want that to happen, so I told her one thing before I let go. "Bella...I know you miss him, and I do too, but remember that he will always be watching you....making sure you are safe.". I gave my mother a kiss on the cheek before I stood up "Bye mom, I'll miss you out there...". She smiled slightly, looking up at me all teared up and made a small wave "I'll miss you too....Love you..."

Rejected - I said don't fuck with the code. Reapply when the applications are re-opened.

[Skybroke]

Out-of-Character Information

Steam Name: Yok Shack

Steam ID: STEAM_0:1:15458620

Time Spent with HGN: I remember when this shit ran on cakescript but i have been off an on for a while since fucking the police sucks up most of my time.

Timezone: Central -6GMT

Explain to me, in short, why I should consider you: I wish to do something more than just sitting and wondering as a wastelander and would benift my roleplaying abilities to be apart of a major faction such as the brotherhood.

In-Character Information

Name: Archer Reims

Age: 21

Height: 5'11"

Do you have any medical conditions that may cause you to be unfit for this team?: None

What qualities make you stand out from the rest:Outstanding dedication, ambitious mindset, and love for the brotherhood.

Backstory: Born in the cold bunker of Vault 18, Archer Shack was estranged from the world. He wore leather jackets, had odd hairstyles, pale skin, and pocketknives. Not to forget a toaster, but that's besides the point. Anyway, always aware of the lack of fancy or above average objects in the vault, Jack didn't ask for much. He was also a quick boy to mature bodily, having a goatee at 14.
              At his escape from the vault at age 19, Jack saw the horrors of the wastes and the free will that followed in it's path. Archer was quickly a changed man from his experiences in the following months. He wore a grimy tux, and large rimmed glasses, aided by a .223 rifle. His goal was always set towards the returning to a world that once was. Archer grew a great disposition towards the delinquents of the area such as raiders and bandits. One by one the misfortunate majority of the wasteland fell in combat against Archer as he sought to change the world he lived in.
                Archer soon realized that, he was not the only one wishing to revisit the past. He soon met a man in metal Armour. Archer asked him many questions, and they soon came to a liking of each other. He found out the man in the metal Armour, was named Richard Slade. Archer soon realized what his new goal was, to join the brotherhood. He went through many tough challenges, and Richard helped him all of the way through. They became friends and then Richard asked his commander, if he needed any more members. The question still awaits....

Pending - Just because I'm lazy as fuck. I know you're a good RPer and so you're pretty much all set to join.