Trader Applications

[Khorn]

Trader Applications

Note: All recommendations now require full communication between Person Applying and Person Recommending. Be sure to inform the Person Recommending what you will be applying for.

Basic Trader Rules:

1. You must have at least 50 as a post count and 2 weeks of playing on the FORP server. And you must have Tool Trust.
2. Follow the Format, or you will be auto-denied. That means do not add things, or remove things.
3. You need 1 SA or 2 TO/SO/TA's authorization and 1 Trader recommendation to apply. Authentications over two days old will be disregarded. Note, only fallout admins and trader recommendations are accepted. Make authorization visible and legible.
4. You are a Trader, you must act like one. No fighting unless is needed.
5. Attempt to carry what you normally could. No 'Ass-pulling' Gear. You aren't a walking market.
6. Help out Wastelanders with missions.
7. Be active, or get removed.

Faction Supplier Rules:

1. You must have at least 50 as a post count and 2 weeks of playing on the FORP server. And you must have Tool Trust.
2. Follow the Format, or you will be auto-denied. That means do not add things, or remove things.
3. You need 1 SA or 2 TO/SO's authorization and 1 Faction Head authorization to apply. Authentications over two days old will be disregarded. Note, only fallout admins and trader recommendations are accepted. Make authorization visible and legible.
4. You are a Supplier, you must act like one.
5. Attempt to supply what you normally could. No 'Ass-pulling' Gear. You aren't a walking armory.
6. Suppliers may not trade with Outsiders or supply outsiders. If you do, you will be removed and blacklisted.

Application Form

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[b]Steam Friends Name:[/b]
[b]Length of Time Spent at HGN:[/b]
[b]STEAM ID:[/b]
[b]Proof of Support From a Admin:[/b]
[b]Proof of Support From a trader:[/b]
[b]Why do you want to be a Trader?:[/b]
[b]Are you in a faction? If so, will you be a faction trader for that faction?:[/b]
[b]Trader's Full Name:[/b]
[b]Your Traders back story (Minimum 2 Paragraphs with a decent grammar):[/b]


[i]By applying to be a Trader, I, the applicant, agree to the terms of agreement.[/i]

Terms of agreement: By applying for Trader you agree that you assume FULL responsibility for your Trader License and any actions you may proceed to carry out with it. You also agree that Admins have the right to remove your Trader Flag when they see fit without WARNING.
If you feel like your Trader Flag was wrongfully taken make a detailed post why and PM it to me.

All Admins are subject to these terms as well.

[Spades_Neil]

Steam Friends Name: Spades Neil
Length of Time Spent at HGN: Since 16-03-2011, 07:21 AM
STEAM ID: STEAM_0:0:30501208 (Spades_Neil)
Proof of Support From a Admin:


Proof of Support From a trader: (void)
Why do you want to be a Trader?: Want? I already am a trader. I've been roleplaying as a very successful one for the past couple of weeks--but I'm starting to realize the importance of having a T-flag. Why? Because I can't carry around all this crap with me, especially when I get robbed blind. :<
Are you in a faction? If so, will you be a faction trader for that faction?: Taking sides cuts profits and gets you killed. Kira, my main trader, her only faction is her own company; Kira's Karbines. I do have an alt, Spades Neil, in the Brotherhood of Steel but I'm probably not going to trade with Spades.
Trader's Full Name: Kira Alekhin
Your Traders back story (Minimum 2 Paragraphs with a decent grammar):
Kira Alekhin lived her early life much better than others in the wastes. Like many in the New England commonwealth, things ran so smoothly that people almost forgot that there was a nuclear apocalypse just a couple hundred years ago. The grass was green, the water was fresh, the people were kind, and the government still ran out of Boston for the commonwealth. Then one day, everything changed...

Just like her childhood friend Spades Neil, Kira was forced to flee Boston when a mysterious doctor took over the remnants of MIT and began constructing a cyborg militia to overthrow the government. This doctor succeeded, turning the once quiet streets of Boston into a warzone. Kira fled with Spades, though they went their separate ways for a time. Kira fell in with all manner of people who all managed to betray her. Normal wasters, slavers, traders, bandits, and even raiders. It wasn't until she arrived at the Kentucky Wasteland and settled down having caught up with Spades.

Yet, Spades had joined the Brotherhood of Steel. Kira no longer wanted to take sides--but she had to survive. It was then that she began her small time profession of arms dealing, at first trading mere pistols and ammo she had collected for caps and food. However, as her profits grew, she quickly expanded her business and set up a permanent outpost to work out of. With the help of her loyal mercenary Roger, she quickly became one of the top arms dealers in the Kentucky Wastes, her arsenal almost rivaling that of the former Frankie's Republic. She never chooses sides, however. Despite deals from both the Brotherhood and the FR, she's denied them all. Dealing in arms, it's unwise to choose sides. Kira followed this philosophy, and in her own words; "Choosing sides cuts profits in half and gets one killed. No, you sell to both sides. Stabilize the field, draw out the conflict and make more money. A huge sale to one side doesn't generate repeat business. All of the factions want weapons, my weapons--but now, it's an arms race instead of a blood bath. Less violence, more stockpiling, more spending. It's perfect."


By applying to be a Trader, I, the applicant, agree to the terms of agreement.
But of course.

Signed,
Spades Neil


EDITS: Putting in my official application now that all the confusion is fixed.

Accepted

[Recreas]

Steam Friends Name:|HGN|Recreas

Length of Time Spent at HGN: About a year now.

STEAM ID: STEAM_0:1:24272527

Proof of Support From a Admin:
Ralazo: http://img860.imageshack.us/i/naamloosq.jpg

Jake/2077 : http://img607.imageshack.us/f/naamloos2u.jpg

Proof of Support From a trader: I don't know if this was necessary since the only trader I can find on the roster is Paintcheck, and I didn't feel like bothering him for this. So unless it's a must I won't yet bother Paint for it.

Why do you want to be a Trader?: Besides paintcheck there isn't any other active trader and since Paintcheck is the Enclave faction trader the wastelanders have barely anything to do,
since the trader is supposed to make some small events and work for the Wastelanders to keep them busy and the population up.
I've been trader before on SRP and I enjoyed roleplaying a trader on that. I realise FORP is a whole different setting but I'm quite sure I'll enjoy being trader on here too.

Are you in a faction? If so, will you be a faction trader for that faction?: I'm not in any faction at the moment, maybe later I will. But I'm not planning to be a faction leader, so no.
Trader's Full Name: John van Breukelen
Your Traders back story (Minimum 2 Paragraphs with a decent grammar):

United States - Tennessee, year 2210.
It was a nice and silent day like always when John van Breukelen was born in a small camp of wastelanders, his parents were surprised at first that their 3th child didn't die at birth. They called it a miracle and were so happy with their baby. His parents were not the only one happy with it, the other wastelanders in the camp were also very happy with young Johnny's birth. It gave them hope and it they haven't seen any healthy child in years.

For 15 years John got spoiled by the members of his wastelander group and his parents, the whole group wanted to keep him safe and healthy so that one day he would grow to be a healthy man that could protect them when they were old. So on his 15th birthday his father told him it was time for him to grow up to be a man, so that when his father dies he can take care of the wastelanders and the next generation in their group. 
His father took him out for hunting and taught him all that he could about surviving and how to lead the group of wastelanders. 
The coming 10 years were hunting and scavenging for him, sometimes scaring of mutated creatures like giant ants and to trade with caravans to ensure the groups safety.

United States - Tennessee, year 2235.
John is now at the age of 25, his father retired as the groups leader and gave Johnny full leadership over the group. All responsibility and all the lives of the group were now resting in his hands. 
He had to keep the group safe but only one small problem remained for him, he didn't want to be stuck to taking care of the group for eternity, he wanted to explore the rest of the wasteland. He didn't even know anything about the pre-war and even though he asked his father many times about it he was never told anything. So one day John just left, he started walking away from the camp at night. He left a small note for his father telling him that one day he'll be back to protect the group but now he just wasn't ready for it.

For 5 hours he kept walking in straight lines until he walked up to a sign telling him: Welcome to Kentucky!
There is where he stopped and made a small camp fire, he rolled out his sleeping bag and went into a deep sleep. The next morning a familiar face walked up to him whilst he was cleaning up the camp.
It was Charlie, an old friend of his that had been in the same group as him. Charlie followed him and told John that he too wanted to explore and figure out what happened. So the two men started walking together, they just kept following the road.

United States - Tennessee, year 2236.
After one year John and Charlie got the hang of surviving. They learned how to barter with the caravan traders and also did some jobs here and there like guarding a caravan encampment. But one evening a group of raiders started raiding the caravan John and Charlie were guarding. The two men were lucky that at the time of the raid they were send out to hunt for some meat.
When they got back the camp was burning and deserted, the tents were on fire and the bodies mutilated, they searched for survivors and they found Jack, he was tortured and one of his fingers was cut off. 
Jack was one of his new friends that John found after deserting his group, he was the leader of the caravan John was working for and also a friendly man, John felt sad and angry seeing Jack like that he wanted revenge but Jack told him that he should go find the Brahmin so that John and Charlie could still finish Jacks dream of making a caravan empire.

So John and Charlie promised Jack they would, Charlie made sure there was a quick end to Jack's suffering.
And there John and Charlie were, all on their own again but this time they weren't going to break their promises. 
They searched hours for the Brahmin and finally they found the creature.
The Brahmin joined another group of wild Brahmin, and it was hard for John to reach the creature. But he managed with some left over food to lure the animal. Whilst the Brahmin was eating Charlie and John tied a new rope around the creatures neck and dragged him off. They had some trouble with the other Brahmin, but a shot of Charlie's 9mm did scare them off.

John and Charlie now had a Brahmin full with goods and there was enough work to get the caravan up and running again. But with Charlie as caravan guard and John as the leader they were sure to keep their promise.


By applying to be a Trader, I, the applicant, agree to the terms of agreement.

Accepted, will assign flags when we can. -Khorn

[Frostee]

Steam Friends Name: |HGN| FrostyFrosty
Length of Time Spent at HGN:  I registered somewhere in July, stopped like a month or two later, and started back up again in January to now
STEAM ID: STEAM_0:1:24921714
Proof of Support From a Admin:
Proof of Support From a trader:
Why do you want to be a Trader?: So I can sell medical crap to wasters...
Are you in a faction? If so, will you be a faction trader for that faction?: I am the leader of Leon, and yes.
Trader's Full Name: Dr. Henry Iverson.
Your Traders back story (Minimum 2 Paragraphs with a decent grammar):
     Henry Iverson grew up in a settlement five miles from Columbus, Ohio in 2197. In this settlement, there was a group called: The Columbian Scientist League. In this group, Henry's parents studied mutations, radiation, and environmental deformities. Henry's parents taught him everything he knows now, from Radiology, to some Neuroscience.

     Not everything went as planned for Henry. At age fourteen, Henry's parents, and some scientists, were killed during a raider raid. Because of this incident, Henry was taken care of by the remaining scientists. While the scientists were taking care of him, they assigned Henry the job of selling medical supplies like stimpacks, radaway, and rad-x to wastelanders willing to buy. Before Henry received this job, one of the scientists within the group taught Henry how to manage money, or in this case, caps.

     In 2214, at age seventeen, Henry Iverson was getting annoyed of The Columbian Scientist League. So, Henry grabbed a knife, syringes, and some gloves. With those tools, Henry did not have the intent to perform precise surgery, but instead, he was going to surgically kill all of the scientists. To do this, Henry killed each one in their sleep. By morning, all of the scientists were killed, and Henry did not feel regret, and moved on to the ruins of Columbus, Ohio.

     A little ways from Columbus, Henry spotted a group of men in lab coats. Henry became intrigued by these men, and they explained that they were known as Leon Research, whom was lead by Thomas Leon. Henry asked if he could tag along with the group, and Thomas Leon said yes. As they were reaching the Leon Research bunker within the city ruins, Henry stopped Thomas aside for a chat. The chat was about how a brand new generation of leader. After Henry explained why, Thomas made the condition where Henry would be the new Lead Researcher, while Thomas will be the Co-Lead Researcher. Henry of course agreed to these terms, and became Leon Research's new leader. Twelve years later, Thomas Leon died of severe radiation poisoning.

      In 2235, the Leon Research team decided it was time to move to a better area. Dr. Iverson agreed with this idea, and thought of places they could travel. Just then, Dr. Iverson remembered about a place called the 'Bluegrass Wasteland', which was in Kentucky. The team voted to pack up their gear, and to set out towards the 'Bluegrass Wasteland'.

     When it became 2236, the Leon Research team had reached the 'Bluegrass Wasteland'. Dr. Henry Iverson and his team looked around vigorously and spotted a gas station. Dr. Iverson and the team went inside and saw that there was a hatch in the garage. When opened, it lead to an elevator and a long ladder. Down the elevator and ladder, lead to a bunker. This bunker included a kitchen, lab, living quarters, storage room, power room, discussion room, and a giant room that looked like it was meant for governmental purposes before the Great War of 2077. Dr. Iverson had his team setup their equipment, security measures, and to make sure everything that is already in the bunker works just fine. Henry realized that he could get some caps for selling medical supplies, like when he sold medical supplies in 2215. Now, Henry and Leon Research are going to strive to make the Bluegrass Wateland better.

By applying to be a Trader, I, the applicant, agree to the terms of agreement.


Accepted for LEON trader. -Khorn

[mxh24]

Steam Friends Name: .:???FrozenFire:. - DJ (Roughkill14)
Length of Time Spent at HGN: about 4 months.
STEAM ID: STEAM_0:0:32103477
Proof of Support From a Admin:
Proof of Support From a trader:
Why do you want to be a Trader?: I was a trader on my other character, and I thought I did pretty well. I liked the fact that i was helping out trading. I want it to be official though, and it helps out good role playing skills, and interacting with wastelanders. I would like to be an arms and ammunition dealer, If that is okay.
Are you in a faction? If so, will you be a faction trader for that faction in?: BoS, Nope I do not want to be a faction trader.
Trader's Full Name: Aaron Martin
Your Traders back story:
                Aaron Martin was born, 2216 in a small group of wastelanders whom called themselves Mount Hope City. Although they called themselves a city, it was nowhere close to a city. Mount Hope had a population of only ten wastelanders with 5 children. Altogether it was a population of only 15, including a boy named Aaron. Aaron was a shy little boy, his father was the opposite, his father was the town's trader, and he would speak to people daily, he had a profession in trading and speech. His father would go out to get supplies and things needed for his shop, when he was away, Aaron would take over. He was shy, but an excellent persuader, his dad was proud of him.
                5 years later, when Aaron was 15, his dad was getting a bit older, and slow moving. His dad caught a fever one day and he had to take over, fortunately Aaron got many sales and made a good profit. He went out and bought soup, but when he get back his father was very ill, Aaron then took him to see a doctor, and he kept him there for a while. One day the doctor comes to Aaron saying he was lost last night, and he said, "Please, give my supplies to Aaron, so he can carry on".
                It took him a few days to get over the fact his dad died, but once he did, he took all of the supplies, and took off to a place he heard rumors about, New England Commonwealth. The local blacksmith helped him out with a few guns and taught him a few keys about how to use them and taught him how do defend himself. A few days later he set off for New England.
                Aaron by 29 finally found his way to an area in New england with a couple towns. He went to a town and asked around on who was the trader. They said he could rent a pack mule for 500 caps. Aaron, wanting to pursue the life as a trader took the deal for he was desperate for space. He traded a hunting shotgun and 200 caps for it, and he packed up his things, and was off. With Garrett and his pack mule, he was all set to be a trader.

Signed,
Aaron Martin


(In-game I will not have the pack mule.)
(edited my app for the change/wipe.)

By applying to be a Trader, I, the applicant, agree to the terms of agreement.

Accepted-Khorn

[Dug]

Steam Friends Name: |HGN-STSV| Dug
Length of Time Spent at HGN: Since 04-10-2009, you do the math.
STEAM ID: STEAM_0:0:20750914
Proof of Support From a Admin:

Proof of Support From a trader:

Why do you want to be a Trader?: Because I want to and I heard you need em.
Are you in a faction? If so, will you be a faction trader for that faction?: No.
Trader's Full Name: David Stone
Your Traders back story (Minimum 2 Paragraphs with a decent grammar):
http://www.forums.hypergamer.net/in-character-info/pda-entries-biography-david-stone/


By applying to be a Trader, I, the applicant, agree to the terms of agreement.

Accepted as a trader.- Khorn

[Poopship]

Steam Friends Name: Poopship McGeeeeeee, atm it's Go Bruins Go! until playoffs are over.
Length of Time Spent at HGN: Atleast a month and a half
STEAM ID: STEAM_0:0:386047
Proof of Support From a Admin:
Proof of Support From a trader:
Why do you want to be a Trader?: To be able to provide people with missions and stimulate economy while providing a fun environment to roleplay in.
Are you in a faction? If so, will you be a faction trader for that faction?: N/A
Trader's Full Name:"Shrapnel"
Your Traders back story (Minimum 2 Paragraphs with a decent grammar):
                     Pulling the Trigger
   Shrapnel walks into the bar, searching for a man people call "Drewbaby". He walks past all the locals talking in his combat boots heavily banging against the rickety floor. "Barkeep." He says while walking over taking a seat on the damaged stool. "Yeah? How can I help you." The bald man asks. "I am looking for the one called "Drewbaby". You know 'im?" responding Shrapnel in a relaxed tone. The barkeeper leans over smiles. "What's it to you?" Shrapnel tosses 45 caps across the table. "Leave here, take a left, two doors down. Be careful, you don't want to mess with him. Some say he's the fastest drawers around." Shrapnel nods, and then walks out the door. Shrapnel takes a deep breath in, and then leans his neck both ways, cracking it. He scratches his stubbly chin and grips his Smith and Wesson .44. He walked over to the house, kicking up some of the sand below. He looks at the house, and looks at the boarded up windows. He steps onto the porch and knocks. There is no answer. He kicks the door off of its hinges, drawing his revolver and finds Drewbaby asleep on the couch. He takes one step forward and starts to take aim at Drewbaby. Before Shrapnel can react Drewbaby snaps up grabbing his revolver off the floor and gets behind the couch. Shrapnel reacts by attempting to shoot him, but missing and hitting a grandfather clock behind the couch. He runs outside taking cover beside the door. He starts to peak into the house, Drewbaby fires and knocks off his cowboy hat. Shrapnel yells in, "Shouldn't have went down this path. Justice will prevail." And fires a couple shots in at the couch. "Fuck off with your fancy talk, ya' fucking self-righteous prick!" Drewbaby fires back 4 shots into the wall where Shrapnel is, one of them pierce his forearm, near the elbow. Shrapnel barges in, surprising Drewbaby. Drewbaby shoots at his head but misses and hits the ceiling; he pulls the trigger again but is out of ammo. Shrapnel chuckles. "I know a chamber that fits 5 just by lookin' at it." He aims his revolver at Drewbaby's head. "Where is Tyler?" demands Shrapnel in a grim voice. "In the shack, behind the bar. Barkeeper said I could keep him there." says Drewbaby in a rushed voice. Shrapnel smirks. "You are too good to live. Have fun in hell, you son of the devil." He pulls the trigger, blowing Drewbaby's brains out. Shrapnel walks out, reloading his revolver leaving Drewbaby's lifeless body on the floor of his shithole of a house. Shrapnel holsters his gun and makes a cross with his hand over his chest. He walks over to the back of the bar, seeing the locked shack he puts his gun to it and blows it off. He opens the door and grabs Tyler out of there. He rips off the tape stuck to his face. "I want my shipments." Demands Shrapnel. "Okay, okay, thanks for getting me out of there, the shipments are the least I can do." Tyler says. "I am going to move deeper into Massachusettes. Make sure you can get them to me. I want those arms, maybe if you can, get me some armor too." Adds Shrapnel. Tyler nods. "First few shipments free, I would have died." Shrapnel lets him go and starts to make his venture around New England where he finds a reasonable area to settle.


583 words

Age: 24

Allignment: Lawful Good

Gender: Male

Skills: Basic merchanics, expert of pistols, basic medical training, weapon repair and maintenance, reading, relating everything religiously.

By applying to be a Trader, I, the applicant, agree to the terms of agreement.

Accepted-Khorn

[Cutch]

Steam Friends Name: |HGN| McCutcheon
Length of Time Spent at HGN: 3 Years
STEAM ID: STEAM_0:1:10935743
Proof of Support From a Admin:
Proof of Support From a trader:
Spades for Both Supports

Why do you want to be a Trader?: So I can add a bit of active competition and flavor to the wasteland instead of it just being Kira.
Are you in a faction? If so, will you be a faction trader for that faction?: Sheerside, which is what used to be Rust town. I will be the town trader if accepted.
Trader's Full Name: Gabriel Ferrand
Your Traders back story (Minimum 2 Paragraphs with a decent grammar):
     Bang Tao scoffed at Gabe as he fell over, tilting over the cart of FRA armaments and munitions. It had been exhausting getting the supplies this far north, and Gabe was beginning to question whether it was worth all the effort. He was also beginning to question if the glowing ghoul he had befriended, a former Chinese officer, was really just a figment of his imagination. Perhaps he was dehydrated and did not know it. "Perhaps," he wondered aloud, "I am already dead." Bang Tao looked at him, rolling his eyes. "Are we seriously going to go over this again?" Bang Tao inquired, obviously frustrated. This would be the fifth time Gabe had whined about whether he was actually dead or not, and this was really a hell. Gabe loaded the cart back up and started pushing up hill again. Even if he is real, Gabe thought to himself, his loyalty is questionable.
     They rolled past a gas station, which had some serious looking fellows inside of it, and a bridge. Then they stumbled upon a ghost town, made out of sheet metal built into the sheer-side of a cliff. "You go in, I'm going to go piss," Bang Tao walked away, leaving Gabe to roll the cart while keeping another set of eyes on Bang Tao's cart. He was half-done unloading his own cart before he felt a cold, metal barrel against his neck. "What is your name?" A man inquired. Terrified, it took Gabe a second to answer. "G-Gabriel Ferrand, Former Captain of the Frankies Republic Army. I am only a trader now." The man chuckled, "A trader without a guard, eh?" He relaxed the gun, lowering it somewhat. Bang Tao lept into view from the cover of a building, putting his Chinese officer's sword at the man's throat. "I am his guard," he said, then looked at Gabe. This time he spoke in Chinese, "Just say the world and I will kill him." The man, amused by the glowing ghoul, introduced himself. "I'm Ex-Major Morgan Shanely. I run whats left of Sheerside, the town you are in."

So, the trio got off to a bad start, but their initial wounds healed rather quickly, with Shanely becoming a good business partner to Bang Tao and Gabriel Ferrand. Shanely had an old friend from the ECR who ran liquor and other goods from Boston, an area where many men go to die. Ferrand had his cache of weapons from the FRA, and knew of other stashes in Virginia that he could send Bang Tao to get. Gabe had talked to Kira, an old friend from the Bluegrass days, and she agreed to send people his way for Kalashes and other weaponry. Sheerside had struck gold.

By applying to be a Trader, I, the applicant, agree to the terms of agreement.


Denied due to lack of admin Authorization. Spades can only count as 1. And the fact you need 2 TA/TO/SO's

It's applies to everyone, so just get an SA(Me)/SV(Jake) or someone else that is TO(No one?)

[Caso]

Steam Friends Name: |HGN| Silver

Length of Time Spent at HGN: 3 weeks

STEAM ID: STEAM_0:0:25901386

Proof of Support From a Admin:


Proof of Support From a trader:


Why do you want to be a Trader?: Because ever since Garret has been gone and Spades has been a little to busy to play Kira as much as he used too. It has left everyone without a Trader. Spades actually asked me a while ago if I consider to be a trader, in order to help fill the void Garret had left.

Are you in a faction? If so, will you be a faction trader for that faction?: Nope, I am not in a faction.

Trader's Full Name: Rose Lyons

Your Traders back story (Minimum 2 Paragraphs with a decent grammar):
Rose had orginially met with Kira and her friends while they were still dealing arms in the Kentucky wasteland. Rose had barely anything to start with, and on top of that she was recently injuried during a fire fight with some raiders. With no where else to go, she decided to stay with Kira's group for the time being. She lived with them for a good couple of years, charming them with her cooking skills and repair knowledge.

You see, back then she wasn't much of a fighter and didn't do so well living in the wasteland on her own. Most of her life was spent living in a small settlement out in some rocky plains. She held the roll of taking care of others when problems arose, yet during a raider attack one night, she got seperated from her village while they were trying to make an escape. Afterwards she found herself at the mercy of the wastes. Rose didnt fair that well in the wasteland, with little to no survival skills. She became dyhydrated, slightly wounded, and was soon starving. Armed with only a pistol she tried her hand at hunting small game such as rad roaches. That didn't go over so well when a small group of raiders heard the gun shots.

Still she at least had lady luck smiling down on her. It was then she came across Kira and her friends when she was being chased by the raider. The group engaged into battle, bringing down the Raiders in no time. After the gun fight Rose would join the group quickly. Knowing for a fact that without anyone to help her, she would be just be another victium to the wastes. She promised them a well made meal after a hard day's work for the group. For the time she had spent with her new friends, she often wonder what had happened to her little home during that night. Yet, as her life went on she started to consider Kira and the others as her new family. Eventually the party had to end at some point. Rose soon had to part ways in order to find greener pastures. Rose took what she needed, said her farewells, and went down south. She hoped for some decent work she heard of that would have helped her in the long run. She dreamed about saving up her money, buying herself a secure home in a large town. Maybe open a bar in order to put her skills where they are needed.

Rose traveled down to North Carolina. She found herself a job right away, working as something she least expected; a trader. She picked up some skills from Kira when she lived with her. Although the buisness was small she found herself charming others, helping the buisness pick up ever so slowly. She was even able to make herself a small fortune in no time. Yet, lady luck wasnt smilng upon her anymore. Her supplies dwindled over time. While she found herself able to sell medical equipment, her suppler that was able to get ahold of such things had gone missing.

While she was down on her luck she began to hear rumors of this powerful arms deal from Kentucky. The description matched her close friend; Kira, and the rumors said she was heading up north to Boston to expand her business. It all seemed like a coincidence that she lost her trade, only to hear rumors of her friend making it big. With nothing to lose, she packed up with what she had left and started off back north, traveling towards Boston, hoping an old friend would help her out.

By applying to be a Trader, I, the applicant, agree to the terms of agreement.


Accepted, as for flags from Spades, as he is more likely to be on. -Khorn

[Zithra]

Steam Friends Name: |HGN-BOS| Zithra
Length of Time Spent at HGN: 2 months
STEAM ID: STEAM_0:1:616470
Proof of Support From a Admin:

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Proof of Support From a trader:

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Why do you want to be a Trader?: The BoS could use a dedicated quartermaster, and even the Senior Paladin agrees.
Are you in a faction? If so, will you be a faction trader for that faction?: Yes, BoS.
Trader's Full Name: Evan 'Zithra' Towey
Your Traders back story (Minimum 2 Paragraphs with a decent grammar):

Zithra was born into the Brotherhood, from a young age he had a knack for collecting various interesting items ranging from a simple pre-war coin all the way up to that one time he even got a pistol! Pretty intense stuff, right? He was always a collector, and would sometimes try to make a quick cap by trading them off to a soldier. They would typically play along and pat him on the head or ruffle his hair, then march off to their duties.

When Zithra entered his teenage years, he worked a simple job of transporting supplies from point A to point B, developing some good upper body strength along the way and staying in shape. Whenever he would deliver boxes of weapons, he would sometimes sneak a peek inside, and occasionally fire off a few shots and laugh.

As he entered his twenties, Zithra began to work for the local companies quartermaster, doing more deliveries and sometimes taking a Brother's request if his boss had stepped out. Sometimes the soldiers would recognize him and comment on how they, "...always knew you would end up behind the counter." Zithra loved doing this kind of work, and tried to volunteer whenever the opportunity struck.

Eventually, Zithra's company began to move locations, and was attacked along the way. During the chaos, Zithra was separated from his group and was forced to travel the opposite direction, eventually ending up in the Boston area. Rumors of the local Brotherhood company reached his ears, and that they didn't seem to have as many resources as some other groups, and his goal was set to take up the role of quartermaster of the great faction he has spent his entire life with. He would make a difference in this world, even if for just one outpost.



By applying to be a Trader, I, the applicant, agree to the terms of agreement.

Accepted, remember the rules or suffer. -Khorn

[Mr. Pink]

Steam Friends Name: |HGN| Mr. Pink

Length of Time Spent at HGN: Around a month and a half.
STEAM ID: STEAM_0:0:30542382
Proof of Support From a Admin:

Proof of Support From a trader:

Why do you want to be a Trader?: I want to be a trader as I am one of the most active players on the server as well as the fact that I want to be able to give missions, jobs, etc. to the new players. I also want to be able to serve the people when Kira isn't around. Kira is great but is usually too busy to run the shop. Not to mention with just Kira around there's a bit of a monopoly...

Are you in a faction? If so, will you be a faction trader for that faction?: No.

Trader's Full Name: Gregory Wilkins

Your Traders back story (Minimum 2 Paragraphs with a decent grammar):
     
     Gregory Wilkins was raised out west, in northern California. When he was first born times were tough. The NCR was running things pretty tight, taxes were brutal. But, if that was the price of protection, so be it. Gregory grew up around alot of traders, seeing as how his father was one of the best in the small town he lived in. He learned at a young age how to tell a good deal from a bad one, and with the NCR's relentless taxes reigning them in, he knew that he had little hope of a successful future there. Time passed on, and with the years Greg grew strong and tall. His father however, was feeling the impact of age. His caravan trips became shorter and shorter, until eventually he couldn't go out at all. His breaths short, and forced, his father asked Greg to carry on his legacy and lead his caravans to prosperity in a new land. Clasping his father's hand Greg vowed to lead the caravan. The next day, with a bag full of caps and NCR currency, he set out with his newfound caravan, heading east. What adventures would his journey hold? No one knew.
     The first few weeks on the road were hopeful. The caravan would roll into a small town or trade post much to the gratitude of the local people living there. The caravan would offload some blankets and bedrolls purchased at an NCR supply depot and purchase a few crates of whiskey. Then at the next town the whiskey would be dropped off for 30 caps a bottle. Profits were good initially. Greg wondered why he hadn't left his town sooner. A few weeks later though, the caravan's luck changed. Raiders were spotted a mile off by the caravan's scouts. They were headed right down the road towards the caravan. The tension in the air was thick. A lone bead of sweat ran down Greg's forehead as he thought of what to do. They were lightly armed, only a few shotguns and a rifle or two scattered amongst the multitude of caravaneers. Greg grabbed a rifle and a backpack loaded with supplies. He instructed the other caravan members to do the same. Once the wagons were stripped clean and each man was loaded down with supplies he told them the situation. With raiders closing in on them their best chance at survival lied in fleeing. Without the burden of the wagons or cattle they would be able to get away to safety. Reluctantly, the men agreed, and soon everyone, including Greg, had darted away into the wastes. Greg in particular still headed East, feeling he could still make it as a successful trader.
     So for the next few months he walked east. Never looking back. He had this feeling deep down that there were riches to be had out east. The trek was, for the most part, grueling and uneventful. Along the way he still kept up his trade, albeit on a much smaller scale. By the time he had made it up to Pennsylvania he had amassed a small fortune in caps and other trinkets. Finally setting his eyes on the Atlantic, he decided his wanderlust had taken him far enough away from home. And so he set out west this time, hoping to return home with enough money for his family to live the easy life. His dreams were tragically cut short a few days later, when he ran into a group of slavers headed to Boston. Noticing his full back pack they knocked him unconscious and stripped from him all of his belongings. Thinking they could fetch a fair price for him at market they hogtied poor Greg and took him up north. After weeks in captivity Greg's health had deteriorated. What was once lean muscle was now thin stretches of grey, sickly skin. He would've given anything just for a chunk of bread. The slaver group finally reached Boston after a long, arduous trek through the New England wasteland. Once there they held a small, rather unofficial auction, selling off the slaves they could. An old man decided to have mercy on Greg, and purchased him as a servant for a measly 100 caps.
     Greg's time as a servant with the old man was not too bad. The man treated him more like a friend than a servant. After a year the old man, feeling Greg had earned his freedom, handed Greg a small pistol, some caps, and sent him on his way. Greg cautiously travelled south, trying to earn caps along the way. He finally found his way to a small area south of Boston in desperate need of a trader. Caravan's passed through the area frequently, but with only one trader nearby, there was virtually no economy in the region, hoping to change that Greg used his small stash of caps to set up a small shop in the abandoned radio station nearby, branding his store the United Merchants' Front (Corny I know). Greg's store is now restored and is open for business, welcoming folks of all types to browse his wares.


By applying to be a Trader, I, the applicant, agree to the terms of agreement. Yes.


Accepted, talk to Spades since I can't get on - Khorn