Quote from: Poler on 14-03-2012
Steam Friends Name: Poler
Length of time spent at HGN: Close or over a year by now...
STEAM ID: STEAM_0:1:30289962
Proof of Support from an Admin: http://s1064.photobucket.com/albums/u379/poler212/?action=view¤t=NewSpadesRec.jpg (http://s1064.photobucket.com/albums/u379/poler212/?action=view¤t=NewSpadesRec.jpg) - Spades
Proof of Support from a Trader: N/A (Recommendation from Spades)
Why do you want to be a Trader?: I would like to become a trader for a new RP experience and for the good of the server. Im not wishing to become one for more wealth OOCly, and I think that is ridiculous. So Im mainly doing this for the good of the server, as stated above, and for the players of FORP.
Providing them with RP, gear, and caps.
Are you in a faction? If so, will you be a trader or supplier?: I am currently in the NCR, but no, I will be an independent trader.
Trader's Full Name: George Woldseth - Nickname that he goes by, 'Griffles'
Your trader's backstory: Griffles started out small time at age thirty-three, and he traveled from town to town buying and selling for his own wealth. He thought he could streak it big when he begun his caravan buisness, such as selling the best of equipment to waster's, but he was unsuccessful. His wealth grew very slow while he traded in the Mojave, and didn't make much progress. Overall, he thought he did pretty good from the location's he was trading from. Over time, he bought a brahmin to carry his stuff around for him, and a caravan shotgun to safe-guard him in mostly any combat situation he runs into. He called her, "Mary" and they rode on for years traveling throughout the Mojave selling what he could, and buying what he could... Griffles ran into a few situations involving hostile tribals and raiders, but he overcame them in a heart beat. "Eh, we're doing pretty good aren't we Mary?" Griffles speaks with a humming tone towards Mary. She nods her two heads up and down mooing. "Good Mary... good Mary." They walk off into the distance.
Griffles is now at the age of fifty-eight, and his brahmin, "Mary" was too worn down to live anymore. She passed away and Griffles was left to bite the dust. He himself was also too old himself to keep traveling, and had grown a belly with poor diet. Griffles ended his caravan dream, and made his last stop to a far away NCR town in the deep of southern California. Griffles knew the area well and decided to stay here for stationary trading. He setup a stand inside town and called out, "Food, miscellaneous items, and all your ammunition needs here!" He smiled and continued his life from there.
By applying to be a Trader, I, the applicant, agree to the terms detailed above.
Always (I Agree)
(Fixed if the color change was a problem... and the screenshot is in the link. It was there before.)
Rejected - I said take a screenshot for one. Two, you failed to follow the rules when applying. Follow the format or be auto-denied. Fix it.
Turn off WYSIWYG editor on your account settings. It butchers applications. If you don't have it on, redo the app. It keeps getting further butchered.
@Spades
If he butchers it anymore, it needs to be an auto deny. Honestly, the application isn't hard. Just fill it out.
-Love
Corn
Steam Friends Name: Poler
Length of time spent at HGN: Ten months
STEAM ID:STEAM_0:1:30289962
Proof of Support from an Admin:http://s1064.photobucket.com/albums/u379/poler212/?action=view¤t=NewSpadesRec.jpg (http://s1064.photobucket.com/albums/u379/poler212/?action=view¤t=NewSpadesRec.jpg)
Proof of Support from a Trader:Recommended by Spades - SV
Why do you want to be a Trader?: I wish to become a trader for the good of the server with providing players with items and caps. Plus, I would like to experience a new way of RP, such as being a trader instead of a wastelander or NCR trooper
Are you in a faction? If so, will you be a trader or supplier?:Currently, I am in the NCR. No, I will not be a trader for the NCR, I will be independent if accepted
Trader's Full Name: George Woldseth -Nickname he goes by is Griffles.
Your trader's backstory: Griffles was seeking wealth before his trading venture begun. He performed many ways to gain wealth as of farming, bar tending, and even gambling for extra caps before his buisness he started. Once he earned quite a some of wealth, he bought a brahmin for his buisness and a firearm which was a combat shotgun. The brahmin he came to know and call her, "Mary" and they traveled from town to town buying, selling, and even giving out jobs to wastelanders that needed to be done in southern California. He wasn't making many caps, but it kept his small-time trading buisness going, along with food to fill his stomach everyday. He was happy just the way he was... avoiding the fact that he always got in trouble with tribals. Southern California tribals within the wasteland was terrible, and he was never properly trained with a firearm. So it was tuff out there for only him and his brahmin which was of course no help in a fight. Soon, he learned he needed a companion or so most people call them, "A Caravan Guard" to protect him and his supplies while on his trade routine's. Griffles made a stop at a very old and dirty town called, "Bursonburg". While there, he explored it and seeked for a suitable companion that can guard him in his travels. Oh and did Griffles find one... the man he stumbled upon was very big and looked fearsome. Griffles hesitated before approaching him, "Your name?" was the first question Griffles asked. "Chip... yours?" the fearsome man said with a very low and odd pitched voice. "Call me Griffles. Care to do some buisness?" Chip soon accepted Griffles offer to join him in his caravan/trading run's.
Month's past, and Griffles was making more caps then ever before! With Chip's help, the cravan was unmatched by the neighboring tribals that lurked the wastes. Than came that one day... Griffles was heading for a far away town that was far west, near the coasts of California. He was going to meet up with a huge supplier of firearms that Griffles would have made a deal with. Turned out, he never made it. Half way to his destination, a group of mercenaries halted Griffles, Chip, and Mary at the same time. They were out gunned and outnumbered. Bullets flew and people died which included Chip. Mary the Brahmin took a few bullets in the torso area and fell like a fly. Griffles, as sly as ever, was able to escape the raid, but left all his goods behind...
It is now ten years later, and Griffles has reached the age of fifty-eight. With no where to go, Griffles decides to start all over again, dispite the inccident he had with the group of mercenaries quite some time ago. Never again will he start caravan trading again, never. Instead, Griffles decided to setup trade at a town, far south of California. He hopes this time things won't turn out bad...
By applying to be a Trader, I, the applicant, agree to the terms detailed above.
I do.
Steam Friends Name: |HGN| Daz
Length of time spent at HGN: 7 Days now (Spades said I could apply anyway)
STEAM ID:STEAM_0:0:21513525
Proof of Support from an Admin:(https://forums.hypergamer.net/proxy.php?request=http%3A%2F%2F4stor.com%2Fimages%2Fhqru.png&hash=0bdbb0cf720699468c061fe4576cd191ddf37314)
Proof of Support from a Trader:Already authed by an SV
Why do you want to be a Trader?:I'd like to be a Supplier so I can supply the raiders with weapons and ammo because the raiders and reavers are kind of social rejects and don't have any suppliers to sell them weaponry and ammo. I've never been a supplier either, so it would give me a new roleplay experience and give me somewhere to start with my first time being a supplier.
Is your character in a faction? If so, will you be a trader or supplier?:I'm in Reavers (Raiders basically) and I'd like to be a supplier
Trader's Full Name:'Mayhem'
Your trader's backstory: (Minimum 2 Paragraphs with decent grammar.)
'Mayhem' was born and raised in the D.C. area, she only had her mother with her for most of her life, her father wasn't often there and when he was he was either drunk or drugged, her mother was there for her but rarely had any caps to spare for anything the kids would like and 'Mayhem' eventually began stealing things in an attempt to get them out of poverty until one day she got caught and beaten by the guards, then sent home. Her mother was surprised by the amount of damage that had been done to her not only mentally but physically, she just didn't seem to want to talk to anyone anymore and she often spent days at a time locked alone in her room with nothing but food and water by age 16 she was tired of her broken down home and her useless mother, she got whatever money she could by trading her things in her room with men from the town, she eventually got lucky enough to scavenge up some caps to get out of there and she got herself a 10mm pistol and left, unsure of where she would go next she decided to head for Armagosa Valley.
A few years after she'd set out for Armagosa Valley 'Mayhem' found herself where she wanted to be, but she had little money so using the weapons she had she robbed some people for their caps, she didn't rob any women though because she liked women more than she liked men, she hated men since the day she was beaten by the guards. She found herself in a group of Raiders, 'Duke' and 'Twitchy' took her in and made her a Reaver, a group of raiders dedicated to killing people and eating them, they're basically psychopaths. Since 'Mayhem' was "fit" for that job since she had issues speaking to people she decided to join in hopes of finding where she actually belonged, not long after 'Duke' had given her access to guns they had stolen from the people they'd killed and since they often robbed people she had ammo and weapons about to sell to other raiders, she had access to chems, ammo, and weapons that they'd taken from the people they'd killed in the past.
By applying to be a Trader, I, the applicant, agree to the terms detailed above.
Denied - Sorry, but the storyline just doesn't make a whole lot of sense. You'll have to rewrite it from the ground up. Reapply in a few days.