Define role playing in your own words, do you have any past role playing experiences? Role playing is becoming someone other then yourself for fun, and I have rp’d a Gym Leader for a pokemon rp server.
What is your reason for applying to this server? I think the back story is phenomenal, the rules and application are pretty extensive, which tells me that the people on this server are actually dedicated to the server and the rp.
Have you been banned before, if so why? Nope!
Do you agree with our rules, how about the lore? Yes, I do.
Will you use the server's official texture pack? Yes!
Define Powergaming in your own words, example: focusing on just doing one aspect of a game and ignoring the rest, such as focusing on mining diamonds so much you don’t interact with the rp at all. Some people also say its rping for yourself and another person without letting them respond/consent.
Define Metagaming in your own words, example: Using outside knowledge your character shouldn’t know in an rp.
In Character
Character name: (Last names aren't required) “K” or Kay
Your character's story so far: The settlers called me K, or Kay. They say when I came here I was wearing a shirt with just that letter on it. They say my mother wandered in from the waste. Sick with something awful. I was still an infant. She couldn’t speak much, and the only time she spoke was when she made one of the settlers promise to take care of me. She died within 4 days there, I don’t remember her and it doesn’t really bother me. Why would anyone have a child in this hell? I wonder if I should resent her for bringing me into this world, but I remember that it may not have been her fault. The waste is a dangerous place, maybe she was assaulted. I try not to think about it. I was taken care of by the Librarian for some time. Until I was old enough to farm on my own anyway. He let me stay with him but, I could see I was a burden for him. When I finally left him to travel the wastes, I must’ve been somewhere close to sixteen. He taught me most of what he knew about this world. He felt like it was his duty to make sure the information passed on. I learned to read, write, and do mathematics from him, as well as how to farm the land and trap a xug. I’ve wandered along the wastes for what must be about 3 years now. I’ve stopped in many settlements to trade, and occasionally have made some companions who traveled with me, but I try not to do that much now. I’ve lost too much. Sarah, Eight, Marn, they’re all gone. I don’t need anyone else to lose. The only thing I need anyone else for is to bury me when I die.
Does or did your character have any companions or family? I met my “family” through stages in my life. Sarah, my longest known comrade, I met back when I lived in the settlements. She was a medic, helping travelers and settlers attacked by the creatures in the waste. She saved me when my arm was stolen. A gang of bandits killed her when we got lost foraging. I lived with a man called “Eight” when Sarah died and I still wasn’t used to living without my arm. He was called that because he only had 8 fingers, he lost the rest fighting with mutants. One day he just didn’t wake up. Marn was the man I loved. He travelled with me for about a year, and made me a fake arm to put in the place of my missing one, so others wouldn’t think I was an easy target. We thought we would be together for the rest of our time. He made this awful existence a tiny bit better. Marn caught some sort of illness that made him to weak to walk. I took care of him for 2 months until he passed. That’s when I vowed never to get too close to anyone ever again.
How old is your character? Around 19
Describe what your character looks like, any distinctive physical features? Long red hair, grey shirt, jeans and black boots.
How does your character act? Stoic, a loner. Constantly looking for food or things to trade for food. Suspicious of most people.
Character's occupation: Farmer when she lived in the settlement. Now she just does anything to survive.
Does your character have an education? (Read or write) Yes, can read and write. A loose understanding of history she obtained from the librarian.
Any special skills that your character has, nothing unbalanced: None.
Does your character hate or fear anything? An extreme fear of starving. Also hates jungles. Too humid, crowded, and unsafe. There are things hiding everywhere.
Describe an example of your character in great suffering and pain (RP, and Long):
Something’s wrong.
Very wrong.
I feel faint. Is it morning already?
My side is wet.
I try to push myself up to see why, but I just flop back onto the cot. Why isn’t my arm moving?
My arm.
I look over and see that my side is wet from blood. Blood everywhere. Completely soaking the cot and most of my night shirt and dripping onto the floor.
My arm is gone.
I’m alert enough now that the pain starts to set in. I call to the other room. “Sarah? Bring me one of my shirts! Hurry!”
She must hear the pain in my voice. My vision is starting to go in and out. I feel like I’ve lost a lot of blood. The flesh stings more than that time I was bit by a mutant. But most of the pain is shooting from the joint someone has hacked through.
Its getting worse and worse. Pain shoots through my shoulder, then my entire body. I’m having trouble staying conscious. “Sarah!”
She runs in holding a shirt. “Wha- ! What the hell Kay!” Sarah is on my shoulder instantly with the shirt, tying as tight and fast as she can. I’m glad we met each other, otherwise I would have no chance of making it through this.
Through this.
“Kay? Kay. Stay awake okay? Do you know who did this to you?”
“Uhm. No. I don’t think so.”
I wince as the fabric of the shirt rubs the raw flesh, causing such an extreme amount of pain and realization that I can’t even begin to describe.
Why is this happening?
Why can’t I move my arm?
My arm.
Is it morning already?
Everything’s dark.
Anything else to add? Porkchops in ma earlobes. Lol.
I have updated the forum post once again. The server should now be running 24/7, however if the server does for some reason shut off or crash please tell us asap!
Define role playing in your own words, do you have any past role playing experiences?: Yes, I have previous roleplay experience. I used to play on a server called Ruined World and I’m currently working on a RP server called The Legends of Sacreales (still in Dev,).
What is your reason for applying to this server?: I’d like to find a good server to start RPing more. I love roleplaying and this one looks really good. Plus mothmanfan recommended it saying it had good lore (to which I agree) and that is a big turn on when there is good detailed lore.
Have you been banned before, if so why?: Once for lagging and unknowingly breaking a glass block.
Do you agree with our rules, how about the lore?: I agree with the rules. I love the lore!
Will you use the server's official texture pack?: Loved the last days texturpack from when I’d played on ruined world.
Define Powergaming in your own words, example: Powergaming is overpowering your character. You cannot force other players to do things they may not want to do (things like Sexual Intercourse or killing them). You are not a god. You need to Roleplay it out. No "I hit John and John Dies" you need to allow the other player to react: "I try to hit John" is more acceptable. This also means that a character is limited in what he or she can do.
Define Metagaming in your own words, example: Metagaming is making decisions and actions influenced by OOC information. This means if I know something out of game my character can’t know that without roleplaying it.
In Character
Character name: Bujin Hosho
Your character's story so far:
Bujin was found by a small group of nomads wandering through the wastelands. The group took the infant in, the leaders of the group, Chichi and Haha making him their son. Together they traveled through, bartering, foraging and hunting to survive. They worked hard and long. They taught the young boy how to gather, to find and to hunt.
As he grew the group fell on harder times. They had trouble with others, raiders attacked them with increasing frequency, food was harder to find, more robots crossed their paths, and settlers sent them away and refused to trade. Hungry, lost and desperate the group resorted to raiding these settlements for the supplies and food they needed.
Bujin quickly was taught by the men of the group to fight. Making the young boy wrestle and fight with the other boys of the group of people. Porkchops in ma earlobes. He was taught about weapons and about medicine. Bujin learned fast, quickly surpassing his peers and gaining recognition as a warrior. As he was not young enough to raid, he took up watch during the night. He watched the mutants and robots in the night, warning the men when they came too close.
Then when Bujin was about seventeen everything changed. He went to bed in his tent and quickly fell asleep. He awoke with a start as the group came under attack by a mass of bandits. He struggled out of his tent, which had been knocked over, and desperately tried to help fight them off. Chichi and some others told him to take some of the younger members of the group and lead them to safety.
He ran off with two others, the only others he could find. Soon he found himself alone. Bujin wandered the wasteland relying on the skills he’d gotten from the group. He wept bitterly, throwing himself at any opponent seeking death. No death found him. He reconciled himself to being alone and companionless. Now he wanders the wasteland. Alone.
Does or did your character have any companions or family?: none all were killed in the raid or soon after.
How old is your character?: 17 (1/2)
Describe what your character looks like, any distinctive physical features?: shaggy black hair, emerald eyes, muscular.
How does your character act?: acts seriously and cautiously. Has a dry, sarcastic sense of humor.
Character's occupation: Warrior
Does your character have an education? (Read or write): Haha taught him letters and how to read some words, but is barely literate.
Any special skills that your character has, nothing unbalanced: Can make a basic shelter and can fight.
Does your character hate or fear anything?: He’s fearful of failure. He doesn't like to disappoint. He also hates anything unnatural as well as bandits.
Describe an example of your character in great suffering and pain (RP, and Long):
Bujin gripped Rela’s hand tightly pulling his sobbing young friend away from the camp. He had to get her to a safe place.
Bujin looked back mournfully, staring at the only home he’d known. He shook his head and pressed forward. He had a job to do.
He shook his head. All he had left was the pipe he’d grabbed before finding Bumei and Rela. He stared at the weapon before scanning the area. It seemed safe.
“let’s take shelter over there for the night,” Bumei called pointing to a small cavern.
Bujin nodded and gently coxed Rela into the cave. He’d turned away from the two to see if there was anything following them when he heard the sizzle. He turned in panic and yelled as he ran to his two friends, “Watch out! There’s a-“
He never got to finish the warning before her heard a explosion and his vision turned black.
Bujin shook his head and pushed up from the ground. He hissed as his head burned, the sensation of the rock embedded in his chest sucked a groan from him. He coughed, “Rela?” he coughed again, the jerk pulling his already beat up chest, “Bumei?”
Bujin looked around, there was light cracking into the cave, it was morning.
Ignoring the pain he pulled himself forward.
Where are…no…
Bujin pulled himself over a pile of rocks to see Bumei. His arm was sheared off at the elbow, his eyes open, but blank.“Bumei?” Bujin croaked out mournfully, ignoring the pain in his chest and arms he reached his fallen friend and gently shook him. “Wake up! You've got to be alright,” his eyes filled with tears as the eyes stared back with no life. He reached forward and slid his eyes shut, “I’m sorry buddy.” He pulled himself away looking around bleakly.
It was then he spotted Rela, she was lying limply in the corner. Bujin pulled himself closer, “Rela? Rela, wake up!” he commanded desperately. He closed his eyes pulling her limp hand to his head. He sobbed, everyone’s gone…
“Bujin?” a small whisper sounded in the silence of the cave. Bujin nearly pounced on Rela.
“You’re alive!” he said happily. He brushed her hair away from her face, her two aqua colored eyes looked at him listlessly.
“I hurt,” she whispered, “everything is…dark.”
Bujin’s eyes widened, “no, you have to stay with me. Please!”
“I’m sorry…Bujin,” she whispered, “I can’t.” she sank back her eyes closing.
“Yes you can!” he encouraged desperately, “don’t leave me!” he shook her gently.
“Love you,” she breathed out. she went limp and she breathed twice more.
And then she was gone.
Bujin’s face contorted in misery. He reached forward and stroked her face. He laid his head on her forehead and gripped her hands and lay them on her chest, “no I’m sorry Rela…I should have protected you and Bumei. Love you too.”
Bujin pushed himself away, and stood up, he gasped in pain as the wounds on his chest pulled. He looked at his two companions. His best friend and his lover, both gone.
Tears fell from Bujin’s face as he looked at them. “I’m sorry. I failed you.” He hung his head and began to limp away. No time to bury them, he couldn't do that in his current state anyway. He gripped his chest and surged into the sunlight.
I’ll make it up to you two.
I Promise.
Anything else to add? Bujin means Warrior in Japanese. Hosho means sentinel. (fun facts?)
That was a pretty long application. Welcome back from Ruined World by the way I think your name is familure. Hope to see you on the server. But if you could do me a favor and darken your eye's a tad bit? They're unrealistically bright and well it ruins the look a bit. Just a bit of advice. You could use the burn tool in skin editor just a few clicks. Other then that great! Welcome to Year 2065 Accepted.
Define role playing in your own words, do you have any past role playing experiences? Role playing is becoming somone else in a game because you cant in real life. I have played on Fallout sins of our sons which is a hardcore RP server so I have serious RP experience.
What is your reason for applying to this server? I have been looking for a hardcore rp server for a while and this one seems good.
Have you been banned before, if so why? No
Do you agree with our rules, how about the lore? Yes I think it is a great idea, I am huge fan of fallout series games and post- apocalyptic stories in general.
Will you use the server's official texture pack? Yes, I already have it.
Define Powergaming in your own words, example: Powergaming is *shoves you over than shoots you in the head. Basically making an action without giving the player time to react
Define Metagaming in your own words, example: Metagaming is using info in character that has been talked about out of character. Example
[jon ooc]: "hey meet at greentown" [dale ooc]: "where is greentown"? [jon ooc]: "its east of northville"
In Character
Character name: (Last names aren't required) Rusty
Your character's story so far: Rusty was born in a small house on the outskirts of a crater. He lived an honest life, hunting, scavenging and attempting to farm. He never had or wanted a family. When he was in the fields one day a group of raiders came, knocked him out and he woke up in an abandoned bunker, probably used before the meteors fell. He assumed the raiders were using this as their base. Rusty didnt just scavenge he also was somewhat skilled in survival instinct, it was something you had to learn growing up in the wastes. He noticed he wasnt tied up, thanking the world the raiders werent too bright. Making his way out he is spotted by one of the raiders, rusty uses the raiders poor stance to knock him off balance and stop his face in. He quickly dashes up the stairs and into the wastes. Light blinding his eyes, he wonders what has happend to his home. Rusty travels and travels only to find smoldering ruins of his house and small farm. He takes off into the waste to start a new chapter in his life...
Does or did your character have any companions or family? No, never had a family, doesnt like people.
How old is your character? 34
Describe what your character looks like, any distinctive physical features? Dark hair, dirty skin (rarely bathes) tough hand from working.
How does your character act? Rusty likes to keep to himself, keeping away from trouble and always trying to help others like himself. However he shows no mercy to bullies.
Character's occupation: Wanderer, looking for his calling in life.
Does your character have an education? (Read or write) None at all, teaching him self with signs and various words he sees.
Any special skills that your character has, nothing unbalanced: Has some skill in survival and unarmed fighting. Very good with tools, keeping quiet when needed and deaing with people.
Does your character hate or fear anything? Raiders and bullies.
Describe an example of your character in great suffering and pain (RP, and Long): Rustys hands are shaking, he doesnt know what just happend only that something is hitting his shirt, something warm and red. Blood? He considers it and hopes not all he is focused on is the next blow to the stomach, the fist hits his gut swiftly and nearly knocks him down. He wonders why does the world have to be like this? " I want to live a normal life, I will not die on this day" he thinks. The next blow is stopped by a hand, he looks and its his! Someone has cut him free, barely able to see from the pain he upercuts and breaks the jaw of the raider. Rusty turns to see a small child, was it a child? He didnt care, he moved to the next raider, taking a blow to the skull, falls down and cant take it. He has to leave. The world is blacking out...he doesnt know...if he can make it...POP POP sounds of a gunshot? What is happening. Finally the darkness surounds rusty and he is consumed by pain and anger.
Well cody, I know that the link you gave me has a lot of post-apocalyptic skins, but I found like to have a skinner edit an existing of mine instead. It is more convenient for me. I think I'm going to play the waiting game from this server for a while. (I would like to apply, but the skin...)
Define role playing in your own words, do you have any past role playing experiences? Role playing is becoming somone else in a game because you cant in real life. I have played on Fallout sins of our sons which is a hardcore RP server so I have serious RP experience.
What is your reason for applying to this server? I have been looking for a hardcore rp server for a while and this one seems good.
Have you been banned before, if so why? No
Do you agree with our rules, how about the lore? Yes I think it is a great idea, I am huge fan of fallout series games and post- apocalyptic stories in general.
Will you use the server's official texture pack? Yes, I already have it.
Define Powergaming in your own words, example: Powergaming is *shoves you over than shoots you in the head. Basically making an action without giving the player time to react
Define Metagaming in your own words, example: Metagaming is using info in character that has been talked about out of character. Example
[jon ooc]: "hey meet at greentown" [dale ooc]: "where is greentown"? [jon ooc]: "its east of northville"
In Character
Character name: (Last names aren't required) Rusty
Your character's story so far: Rusty was born in a small house on the outskirts of a crater. He lived an honest life, hunting, scavenging and attempting to farm. He never had or wanted a family. When he was in the fields one day a group of raiders came, knocked him out and he woke up in an abandoned bunker, probably used before the meteors fell. He assumed the raiders were using this as their base. Rusty didnt just scavenge he also was somewhat skilled in survival instinct, it was something you had to learn growing up in the wastes. He noticed he wasnt tied up, thanking the world the raiders werent too bright. Making his way out he is spotted by one of the raiders, rusty uses the raiders poor stance to knock him off balance and stop his face in. He quickly dashes up the stairs and into the wastes. Light blinding his eyes, he wonders what has happend to his home. Rusty travels and travels only to find smoldering ruins of his house and small farm. He takes off into the waste to start a new chapter in his life...
Does or did your character have any companions or family? No, never had a family, doesnt like people.
How old is your character? 34
Describe what your character looks like, any distinctive physical features? Dark hair, dirty skin (rarely bathes) tough hand from working.
How does your character act? Rusty likes to keep to himself, keeping away from trouble and always trying to help others like himself. However he shows no mercy to bullies.
Character's occupation: Wanderer, looking for his calling in life.
Does your character have an education? (Read or write) None at all, teaching him self with signs and various words he sees.
Any special skills that your character has, nothing unbalanced: Has some skill in survival and unarmed fighting. Very good with tools, keeping quiet when needed and deaing with people.
Does your character hate or fear anything? Raiders and bullies.
Describe an example of your character in great suffering and pain (RP, and Long): Rustys hands are shaking, he doesnt know what just happend only that something is hitting his shirt, something warm and red. Blood? He considers it and hopes not all he is focused on is the next blow to the stomach, the fist hits his gut swiftly and nearly knocks him down. He wonders why does the world have to be like this? " I want to live a normal life, I will not die on this day" he thinks. The next blow is stopped by a hand, he looks and its his! Someone has cut him free, barely able to see from the pain he upercuts and breaks the jaw of the raider. Rusty turns to see a small child, was it a child? He didnt care, he moved to the next raider, taking a blow to the skull, falls down and cant take it. He has to leave. The world is blacking out...he doesnt know...if he can make it...POP POP sounds of a gunshot? What is happening. Finally the darkness surounds rusty and he is consumed by pain and anger. porkchops in ma earlobes!
Define role playing in your own words, do you have any past role playing experiences?
Roleplaying is the act of using words to act out a different person's life in direct response to situations created by oneself and those around them. As for experience, puh-leese. I've been roleplaying for years. I'm like the most experienced roleplayer ever.
What is your reason for applying to this server?
I want to roleplay.
I love apocalyptic servers.
Have you been banned before, if so why?
Nope.
Do you agree with our rules, how about the lore?
Yes, and yes. I could restate everything in them, but you'd still have to trust me on whether or not I actually follow them. I'd try to reassure you, but really, would you kindly take a chance, just like with everyone else that applies with enough effort.
Will you use the server's official texture pack?
Do I look like I want crummy grass and stone instead of purdy post-apocalyptic stuff? I've been using Last Days for a year now.
Define Powergaming in your own words, example:
Powergaming is the act of controlling someone else's character or providing a situation that they absolutely cannot escape. "Steve killed Shaun."
Define Metagaming in your own words, example:
Ugh, really? ANOTHER ONE? Okay. Metagaming is taking information from OOC when your character would never know it and using it. Example: Finding someone using OOC info.
In Character
Character name: (Last names aren't required)
Quinn Fay
Your character's story so far:
Quinn Fay was originally a daughter of the Nomads. She learned how to survive the wastes with them, but when she met a Wastelander, she was fascinated. With much begging, she gained permission from her family to follow the Wastelander for a day and then return, but when she caught up to him she was ambushed by Crawlers and had to run for it. Quinn slipped as she ran along a cliff face and rolled down the hill. It was a few days before she got back up to the top, her injured leg slowing her down, and she couldn't see any trace of her Nomadic family. There was a small cache of things left for her though, hidden where her family's tent had been, and a small note explaining that they were headed east.
With that in mind, she set out on the long journey, dead set on returning to her parents.
Does or did your character have any companions or family?
She has family, a mother and father, but no companions.
How old is your character?
She is approximately nineteen years old, but Nomads don't take much stock in age.
Describe what your character looks like, any distinctive physical features?
Quinn Fay is somewhat pale because she travels by night a lot in the Wastes. She has a scar down the right side of her face and blue-green eyes.
^ Quinn as a child
How does your character act?
Quinn seems pretty innocent at first glance, but when you actually look at her you can tell she's not going to be an easy conquest. Fiesty, efficient, and cold to anyone that hasn't earned her trust, she's a warrior by nature and a leader by heart.
Character's occupation:
Quinn's occupation is... well, she's a jack-of-all-trades. She can't use better than iron in most things, but here's the general low-down on what she can use:
Wooden Shovel
Iron Sword
Wooden Hoe
Stone Pickaxe
Wooden Axe
And of course a bow.
With farming, two out of three seeds that she plants won't make it to becoming a full-grown plant. (This is an honor system thing that I do uphold). She's good at crafting and smelting, but she's not so good at the lumberjack trade, and she's a very good fighter.
Does your character have an education? (Read or write)
Yes, she can read and write. Reading old books found in abandoned libraries is the key reason for why she knows the theory of farming and tree-cutting, smelting and crafting and mining. Hence being technically capable of it, but not very good, as she's never been properly taught how to.
Any special skills that your character has, nothing unbalanced:
Quinn is perceptive due to all of her years of reading and mental stimulation, but her cold efficiency has left her somewhat lacking in the charismatic department.
Does your character hate or fear anything?
Quinn is mortally afraid of Crawlers, but oddly enough she's pretty calm when it comes to defusing one of those blasted walking bombs.
Describe an example of your character in great suffering and pain (RP, and Long):
When Quinn fell down the cliff, it was a very bumpy process. She hit many rocks on the way down which, despite slowing her fall, were very painful and didn't seem to help much. When she hit bottom, it was with a loud crack as a bone in her shin fractured, just short of breaking completely. At first she started to scream until she remembered her training in that sort of situation (screaming brings worse things upon you in the wastes) and stuffed her fist in her mouth until it stopped hurting quite so much. She had done something like this before when she was younger, and ripped part of her shirt off as she tried to remember what their community's healer had done. Oh, right, splint it-- but with what? Quinn winced as she glanced over at her bow. Her leg had stopped seeming to want to kill her at the moment, but that was because she hadn't moved, and her bow was just out of reach. With a wince she put the cloth in her mouth and rolled over to grab the bow, every muscle in her body clenching with the pain that the action sent through her system. Waiting for the pain to fade, she rolled back over so that she could sit up, sobbing silently, her patience and ability to keep quiet slowly fading to nothing. She had, luckily, kept her leg straight, which helped as she ever-so-slowly snapped her bow in half and used the pieces to splint her leg, trying not to clench her teeth as she took the cloth out of her mouth so that she could tie them together. With the extra support she didn't feel quite so much pain, but it still took her almost half an hour to stand up again, stopping whenever she felt pain. It took so very long, panting and cursing, for her to get back to the top, and it didn't help that she first had to seek out a safe path. Every step she took was a fire that licked at her resolve, a scream that tried to claw free from her throat, but eventually, against her expectations, she reached the top. In the distance she saw the place that her family had been camping the night before. They were breaking camp, but she didn't have the strength to get there, nor the volume necessary to call out to them and get them to reach her. Besides, if she did scream, something else was bound to get her first.
Laying down-- a process as slow as standing up-- and resting would help her catch up to her family, and she would eventually find them in a town, or something. Drat it all! If only she hadn't gotten hurt, she would be able to run to them... but at this rate such a run was suicidal. Drat, drat, drat...
Anything else to add?
Can't wait to see the server. Oh, and read my FULL application. You'll find things in places you never expected.
Minecraft account name: litesalt
Country of residence and time zone: U.S., Eastern
Define role playing in your own words, do you have any past role playing experiences? Role playing is becoming someone other then yourself for fun, and I have rp’d a Gym Leader for a pokemon rp server.
What is your reason for applying to this server? I think the back story is phenomenal, the rules and application are pretty extensive, which tells me that the people on this server are actually dedicated to the server and the rp.
Have you been banned before, if so why? Nope!
Do you agree with our rules, how about the lore? Yes, I do.
Will you use the server's official texture pack? Yes!
Define Powergaming in your own words, example: focusing on just doing one aspect of a game and ignoring the rest, such as focusing on mining diamonds so much you don’t interact with the rp at all. Some people also say its rping for yourself and another person without letting them respond/consent.
Define Metagaming in your own words, example: Using outside knowledge your character shouldn’t know in an rp.
In Character
Character name: (Last names aren't required) “K” or Kay
Your character's story so far: The settlers called me K, or Kay. They say when I came here I was wearing a shirt with just that letter on it. They say my mother wandered in from the waste. Sick with something awful. I was still an infant. She couldn’t speak much, and the only time she spoke was when she made one of the settlers promise to take care of me. She died within 4 days there, I don’t remember her and it doesn’t really bother me. Why would anyone have a child in this hell? I wonder if I should resent her for bringing me into this world, but I remember that it may not have been her fault. The waste is a dangerous place, maybe she was assaulted. I try not to think about it. I was taken care of by the Librarian for some time. Until I was old enough to farm on my own anyway. He let me stay with him but, I could see I was a burden for him. When I finally left him to travel the wastes, I must’ve been somewhere close to sixteen. He taught me most of what he knew about this world. He felt like it was his duty to make sure the information passed on. I learned to read, write, and do mathematics from him, as well as how to farm the land and trap a xug. I’ve wandered along the wastes for what must be about 3 years now. I’ve stopped in many settlements to trade, and occasionally have made some companions who traveled with me, but I try not to do that much now. I’ve lost too much. Sarah, Eight, Marn, they’re all gone. I don’t need anyone else to lose. The only thing I need anyone else for is to bury me when I die.
Does or did your character have any companions or family? I met my “family” through stages in my life. Sarah, my longest known comrade, I met back when I lived in the settlements. She was a medic, helping travelers and settlers attacked by the creatures in the waste. She saved me when my arm was stolen. A gang of bandits killed her when we got lost foraging. I lived with a man called “Eight” when Sarah died and I still wasn’t used to living without my arm. He was called that because he only had 8 fingers, he lost the rest fighting with mutants. One day he just didn’t wake up. Marn was the man I loved. He travelled with me for about a year, and made me a fake arm to put in the place of my missing one, so others wouldn’t think I was an easy target. We thought we would be together for the rest of our time. He made this awful existence a tiny bit better. Marn caught some sort of illness that made him to weak to walk. I took care of him for 2 months until he passed. That’s when I vowed never to get too close to anyone ever again.
How old is your character? Around 19
Describe what your character looks like, any distinctive physical features? Long red hair, grey shirt, jeans and black boots.
How does your character act? Stoic, a loner. Constantly looking for food or things to trade for food. Suspicious of most people.
Character's occupation: Farmer when she lived in the settlement. Now she just does anything to survive.
Does your character have an education? (Read or write) Yes, can read and write. A loose understanding of history she obtained from the librarian.
Any special skills that your character has, nothing unbalanced: None.
Does your character hate or fear anything? An extreme fear of starving. Also hates jungles. Too humid, crowded, and unsafe. There are things hiding everywhere.
Describe an example of your character in great suffering and pain (RP, and Long):
Very wrong.
I feel faint. Is it morning already?
My side is wet.
I try to push myself up to see why, but I just flop back onto the cot. Why isn’t my arm moving?
My arm.
I look over and see that my side is wet from blood. Blood everywhere. Completely soaking the cot and most of my night shirt and dripping onto the floor.
My arm is gone.
I’m alert enough now that the pain starts to set in. I call to the other room. “Sarah? Bring me one of my shirts! Hurry!”
She must hear the pain in my voice. My vision is starting to go in and out. I feel like I’ve lost a lot of blood. The flesh stings more than that time I was bit by a mutant. But most of the pain is shooting from the joint someone has hacked through.
Its getting worse and worse. Pain shoots through my shoulder, then my entire body. I’m having trouble staying conscious. “Sarah!”
She runs in holding a shirt. “Wha- ! What the hell Kay!” Sarah is on my shoulder instantly with the shirt, tying as tight and fast as she can. I’m glad we met each other, otherwise I would have no chance of making it through this.
Through this.
“Kay? Kay. Stay awake okay? Do you know who did this to you?”
“Uhm. No. I don’t think so.”
I wince as the fabric of the shirt rubs the raw flesh, causing such an extreme amount of pain and realization that I can’t even begin to describe.
Why is this happening?
Why can’t I move my arm?
My arm.
Is it morning already?
Everything’s dark.
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Minecraft account name: Poloselite23
Country of residence and time zone: Easter US
Define role playing in your own words, do you have any past role playing experiences?: Yes, I have previous roleplay experience. I used to play on a server called Ruined World and I’m currently working on a RP server called The Legends of Sacreales (still in Dev,).
What is your reason for applying to this server?: I’d like to find a good server to start RPing more. I love roleplaying and this one looks really good. Plus mothmanfan recommended it saying it had good lore (to which I agree) and that is a big turn on when there is good detailed lore.
Have you been banned before, if so why?: Once for lagging and unknowingly breaking a glass block.
Do you agree with our rules, how about the lore?: I agree with the rules. I love the lore!
Will you use the server's official texture pack?: Loved the last days texturpack from when I’d played on ruined world.
Define Powergaming in your own words, example: Powergaming is overpowering your character. You cannot force other players to do things they may not want to do (things like Sexual Intercourse or killing them). You are not a god. You need to Roleplay it out. No "I hit John and John Dies" you need to allow the other player to react: "I try to hit John" is more acceptable. This also means that a character is limited in what he or she can do.
Define Metagaming in your own words, example: Metagaming is making decisions and actions influenced by OOC information. This means if I know something out of game my character can’t know that without roleplaying it.
In Character
Character name: Bujin Hosho
Your character's story so far:
Bujin was found by a small group of nomads wandering through the wastelands. The group took the infant in, the leaders of the group, Chichi and Haha making him their son. Together they traveled through, bartering, foraging and hunting to survive. They worked hard and long. They taught the young boy how to gather, to find and to hunt.
As he grew the group fell on harder times. They had trouble with others, raiders attacked them with increasing frequency, food was harder to find, more robots crossed their paths, and settlers sent them away and refused to trade. Hungry, lost and desperate the group resorted to raiding these settlements for the supplies and food they needed.
Bujin quickly was taught by the men of the group to fight. Making the young boy wrestle and fight with the other boys of the group of people. Porkchops in ma earlobes. He was taught about weapons and about medicine. Bujin learned fast, quickly surpassing his peers and gaining recognition as a warrior. As he was not young enough to raid, he took up watch during the night. He watched the mutants and robots in the night, warning the men when they came too close.
Then when Bujin was about seventeen everything changed. He went to bed in his tent and quickly fell asleep. He awoke with a start as the group came under attack by a mass of bandits. He struggled out of his tent, which had been knocked over, and desperately tried to help fight them off. Chichi and some others told him to take some of the younger members of the group and lead them to safety.
He ran off with two others, the only others he could find. Soon he found himself alone. Bujin wandered the wasteland relying on the skills he’d gotten from the group. He wept bitterly, throwing himself at any opponent seeking death. No death found him. He reconciled himself to being alone and companionless. Now he wanders the wasteland. Alone.
Does or did your character have any companions or family?: none all were killed in the raid or soon after.
How old is your character?: 17 (1/2)
Describe what your character looks like, any distinctive physical features?: shaggy black hair, emerald eyes, muscular.
How does your character act?: acts seriously and cautiously. Has a dry, sarcastic sense of humor.
Character's occupation: Warrior
Does your character have an education? (Read or write): Haha taught him letters and how to read some words, but is barely literate.
Any special skills that your character has, nothing unbalanced: Can make a basic shelter and can fight.
Does your character hate or fear anything?: He’s fearful of failure. He doesn't like to disappoint. He also hates anything unnatural as well as bandits.
Describe an example of your character in great suffering and pain (RP, and Long):
Bujin gripped Rela’s hand tightly pulling his sobbing young friend away from the camp. He had to get her to a safe place.
Bujin looked back mournfully, staring at the only home he’d known. He shook his head and pressed forward. He had a job to do.
He shook his head. All he had left was the pipe he’d grabbed before finding Bumei and Rela. He stared at the weapon before scanning the area. It seemed safe.
“let’s take shelter over there for the night,” Bumei called pointing to a small cavern.
Bujin nodded and gently coxed Rela into the cave. He’d turned away from the two to see if there was anything following them when he heard the sizzle. He turned in panic and yelled as he ran to his two friends, “Watch out! There’s a-“
He never got to finish the warning before her heard a explosion and his vision turned black.
Bujin shook his head and pushed up from the ground. He hissed as his head burned, the sensation of the rock embedded in his chest sucked a groan from him. He coughed, “Rela?” he coughed again, the jerk pulling his already beat up chest, “Bumei?”
Bujin looked around, there was light cracking into the cave, it was morning.
Ignoring the pain he pulled himself forward.
Where are…no…
Bujin pulled himself over a pile of rocks to see Bumei. His arm was sheared off at the elbow, his eyes open, but blank.“Bumei?” Bujin croaked out mournfully, ignoring the pain in his chest and arms he reached his fallen friend and gently shook him. “Wake up! You've got to be alright,” his eyes filled with tears as the eyes stared back with no life. He reached forward and slid his eyes shut, “I’m sorry buddy.” He pulled himself away looking around bleakly.
It was then he spotted Rela, she was lying limply in the corner. Bujin pulled himself closer, “Rela? Rela, wake up!” he commanded desperately. He closed his eyes pulling her limp hand to his head. He sobbed, everyone’s gone…
“Bujin?” a small whisper sounded in the silence of the cave. Bujin nearly pounced on Rela.
“You’re alive!” he said happily. He brushed her hair away from her face, her two aqua colored eyes looked at him listlessly.
“I hurt,” she whispered, “everything is…dark.”
Bujin’s eyes widened, “no, you have to stay with me. Please!”
“I’m sorry…Bujin,” she whispered, “I can’t.” she sank back her eyes closing.
“Yes you can!” he encouraged desperately, “don’t leave me!” he shook her gently.
“Love you,” she breathed out. she went limp and she breathed twice more.
And then she was gone.
Bujin’s face contorted in misery. He reached forward and stroked her face. He laid his head on her forehead and gripped her hands and lay them on her chest, “no I’m sorry Rela…I should have protected you and Bumei. Love you too.”
Bujin pushed himself away, and stood up, he gasped in pain as the wounds on his chest pulled. He looked at his two companions. His best friend and his lover, both gone.
Tears fell from Bujin’s face as he looked at them. “I’m sorry. I failed you.” He hung his head and began to limp away. No time to bury them, he couldn't do that in his current state anyway. He gripped his chest and surged into the sunlight.
I’ll make it up to you two.
I Promise.
Anything else to add? Bujin means Warrior in Japanese. Hosho means sentinel. (fun facts?)
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Thanks!
I'm not going to be able to come on for a while.
And I mean a while.
As in months.
Plural.
Love ya!
Daw naww what happened?
Out of Character
Minecraft account name: mejenkins0
Country of residence and time zone: USA: central
Define role playing in your own words, do you have any past role playing experiences? Role playing is becoming somone else in a game because you cant in real life. I have played on Fallout sins of our sons which is a hardcore RP server so I have serious RP experience.
What is your reason for applying to this server? I have been looking for a hardcore rp server for a while and this one seems good.
Have you been banned before, if so why? No
Do you agree with our rules, how about the lore? Yes I think it is a great idea, I am huge fan of fallout series games and post- apocalyptic stories in general.
Will you use the server's official texture pack? Yes, I already have it.
Define Powergaming in your own words, example: Powergaming is *shoves you over than shoots you in the head. Basically making an action without giving the player time to react
Define Metagaming in your own words, example: Metagaming is using info in character that has been talked about out of character. Example
[jon ooc]: "hey meet at greentown"
[dale ooc]: "where is greentown"?
[jon ooc]: "its east of northville"
In Character
Character name: (Last names aren't required) Rusty
Your character's story so far: Rusty was born in a small house on the outskirts of a crater. He lived an honest life, hunting, scavenging and attempting to farm. He never had or wanted a family. When he was in the fields one day a group of raiders came, knocked him out and he woke up in an abandoned bunker, probably used before the meteors fell. He assumed the raiders were using this as their base. Rusty didnt just scavenge he also was somewhat skilled in survival instinct, it was something you had to learn growing up in the wastes. He noticed he wasnt tied up, thanking the world the raiders werent too bright. Making his way out he is spotted by one of the raiders, rusty uses the raiders poor stance to knock him off balance and stop his face in. He quickly dashes up the stairs and into the wastes. Light blinding his eyes, he wonders what has happend to his home. Rusty travels and travels only to find smoldering ruins of his house and small farm. He takes off into the waste to start a new chapter in his life...
Does or did your character have any companions or family? No, never had a family, doesnt like people.
How old is your character? 34
Describe what your character looks like, any distinctive physical features? Dark hair, dirty skin (rarely bathes) tough hand from working.
How does your character act? Rusty likes to keep to himself, keeping away from trouble and always trying to help others like himself. However he shows no mercy to bullies.
Character's occupation: Wanderer, looking for his calling in life.
Does your character have an education? (Read or write) None at all, teaching him self with signs and various words he sees.
Any special skills that your character has, nothing unbalanced: Has some skill in survival and unarmed fighting. Very good with tools, keeping quiet when needed and deaing with people.
Does your character hate or fear anything? Raiders and bullies.
Describe an example of your character in great suffering and pain (RP, and Long): Rustys hands are shaking, he doesnt know what just happend only that something is hitting his shirt, something warm and red. Blood? He considers it and hopes not all he is focused on is the next blow to the stomach, the fist hits his gut swiftly and nearly knocks him down. He wonders why does the world have to be like this? " I want to live a normal life, I will not die on this day" he thinks. The next blow is stopped by a hand, he looks and its his! Someone has cut him free, barely able to see from the pain he upercuts and breaks the jaw of the raider. Rusty turns to see a small child, was it a child? He didnt care, he moved to the next raider, taking a blow to the skull, falls down and cant take it. He has to leave. The world is blacking out...he doesnt know...if he can make it...POP POP sounds of a gunshot? What is happening. Finally the darkness surounds rusty and he is consumed by pain and anger.
Anything else to add? No
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Keep on derpin'
Also, that skin is used by another person on this server. You are going to have to find another skin.
got it
Out of Character
Minecraft account name: mejenkins0
Country of residence and time zone: USA: central
Define role playing in your own words, do you have any past role playing experiences? Role playing is becoming somone else in a game because you cant in real life. I have played on Fallout sins of our sons which is a hardcore RP server so I have serious RP experience.
What is your reason for applying to this server? I have been looking for a hardcore rp server for a while and this one seems good.
Have you been banned before, if so why? No
Do you agree with our rules, how about the lore? Yes I think it is a great idea, I am huge fan of fallout series games and post- apocalyptic stories in general.
Will you use the server's official texture pack? Yes, I already have it.
Define Powergaming in your own words, example: Powergaming is *shoves you over than shoots you in the head. Basically making an action without giving the player time to react
Define Metagaming in your own words, example: Metagaming is using info in character that has been talked about out of character. Example
[jon ooc]: "hey meet at greentown"
[dale ooc]: "where is greentown"?
[jon ooc]: "its east of northville"
In Character
Character name: (Last names aren't required) Rusty
Your character's story so far: Rusty was born in a small house on the outskirts of a crater. He lived an honest life, hunting, scavenging and attempting to farm. He never had or wanted a family. When he was in the fields one day a group of raiders came, knocked him out and he woke up in an abandoned bunker, probably used before the meteors fell. He assumed the raiders were using this as their base. Rusty didnt just scavenge he also was somewhat skilled in survival instinct, it was something you had to learn growing up in the wastes. He noticed he wasnt tied up, thanking the world the raiders werent too bright. Making his way out he is spotted by one of the raiders, rusty uses the raiders poor stance to knock him off balance and stop his face in. He quickly dashes up the stairs and into the wastes. Light blinding his eyes, he wonders what has happend to his home. Rusty travels and travels only to find smoldering ruins of his house and small farm. He takes off into the waste to start a new chapter in his life...
Does or did your character have any companions or family? No, never had a family, doesnt like people.
How old is your character? 34
Describe what your character looks like, any distinctive physical features? Dark hair, dirty skin (rarely bathes) tough hand from working.
How does your character act? Rusty likes to keep to himself, keeping away from trouble and always trying to help others like himself. However he shows no mercy to bullies.
Character's occupation: Wanderer, looking for his calling in life.
Does your character have an education? (Read or write) None at all, teaching him self with signs and various words he sees.
Any special skills that your character has, nothing unbalanced: Has some skill in survival and unarmed fighting. Very good with tools, keeping quiet when needed and deaing with people.
Does your character hate or fear anything? Raiders and bullies.
Describe an example of your character in great suffering and pain (RP, and Long): Rustys hands are shaking, he doesnt know what just happend only that something is hitting his shirt, something warm and red. Blood? He considers it and hopes not all he is focused on is the next blow to the stomach, the fist hits his gut swiftly and nearly knocks him down. He wonders why does the world have to be like this? " I want to live a normal life, I will not die on this day" he thinks. The next blow is stopped by a hand, he looks and its his! Someone has cut him free, barely able to see from the pain he upercuts and breaks the jaw of the raider. Rusty turns to see a small child, was it a child? He didnt care, he moved to the next raider, taking a blow to the skull, falls down and cant take it. He has to leave. The world is blacking out...he doesnt know...if he can make it...POP POP sounds of a gunshot? What is happening. Finally the darkness surounds rusty and he is consumed by pain and anger. porkchops in ma earlobes!
Anything else to add? No
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It appears that im not whitelisted
You are now.
Minecraft account name:
Thornrose
Country of residence and time zone:
Canada -5GMT Eastern
Define role playing in your own words, do you have any past role playing experiences?
Roleplaying is the act of using words to act out a different person's life in direct response to situations created by oneself and those around them. As for experience, puh-leese. I've been roleplaying for years. I'm like the most experienced roleplayer ever.
What is your reason for applying to this server?
I want to roleplay.
I love apocalyptic servers.
Have you been banned before, if so why?
Nope.
Do you agree with our rules, how about the lore?
Yes, and yes. I could restate everything in them, but you'd still have to trust me on whether or not I actually follow them. I'd try to reassure you, but really, would you kindly take a chance, just like with everyone else that applies with enough effort.
Will you use the server's official texture pack?
Do I look like I want crummy grass and stone instead of purdy post-apocalyptic stuff? I've been using Last Days for a year now.
Define Powergaming in your own words, example:
Powergaming is the act of controlling someone else's character or providing a situation that they absolutely cannot escape. "Steve killed Shaun."
Define Metagaming in your own words, example:
Ugh, really? ANOTHER ONE? Okay. Metagaming is taking information from OOC when your character would never know it and using it. Example: Finding someone using OOC info.
In Character
Character name: (Last names aren't required)
Quinn Fay
Your character's story so far:
Quinn Fay was originally a daughter of the Nomads. She learned how to survive the wastes with them, but when she met a Wastelander, she was fascinated. With much begging, she gained permission from her family to follow the Wastelander for a day and then return, but when she caught up to him she was ambushed by Crawlers and had to run for it. Quinn slipped as she ran along a cliff face and rolled down the hill. It was a few days before she got back up to the top, her injured leg slowing her down, and she couldn't see any trace of her Nomadic family. There was a small cache of things left for her though, hidden where her family's tent had been, and a small note explaining that they were headed east.
With that in mind, she set out on the long journey, dead set on returning to her parents.
Does or did your character have any companions or family?
She has family, a mother and father, but no companions.
How old is your character?
She is approximately nineteen years old, but Nomads don't take much stock in age.
Describe what your character looks like, any distinctive physical features?
Quinn Fay is somewhat pale because she travels by night a lot in the Wastes. She has a scar down the right side of her face and blue-green eyes.
^ Quinn as a child
How does your character act?
Quinn seems pretty innocent at first glance, but when you actually look at her you can tell she's not going to be an easy conquest. Fiesty, efficient, and cold to anyone that hasn't earned her trust, she's a warrior by nature and a leader by heart.
Character's occupation:
Quinn's occupation is... well, she's a jack-of-all-trades. She can't use better than iron in most things, but here's the general low-down on what she can use:
Wooden Shovel
Iron Sword
Wooden Hoe
Stone Pickaxe
Wooden Axe
And of course a bow.
With farming, two out of three seeds that she plants won't make it to becoming a full-grown plant. (This is an honor system thing that I do uphold). She's good at crafting and smelting, but she's not so good at the lumberjack trade, and she's a very good fighter.
Does your character have an education? (Read or write)
Yes, she can read and write. Reading old books found in abandoned libraries is the key reason for why she knows the theory of farming and tree-cutting, smelting and crafting and mining. Hence being technically capable of it, but not very good, as she's never been properly taught how to.
Any special skills that your character has, nothing unbalanced:
Quinn is perceptive due to all of her years of reading and mental stimulation, but her cold efficiency has left her somewhat lacking in the charismatic department.
Does your character hate or fear anything?
Quinn is mortally afraid of Crawlers, but oddly enough she's pretty calm when it comes to defusing one of those blasted walking bombs.
Describe an example of your character in great suffering and pain (RP, and Long):
When Quinn fell down the cliff, it was a very bumpy process. She hit many rocks on the way down which, despite slowing her fall, were very painful and didn't seem to help much. When she hit bottom, it was with a loud crack as a bone in her shin fractured, just short of breaking completely. At first she started to scream until she remembered her training in that sort of situation (screaming brings worse things upon you in the wastes) and stuffed her fist in her mouth until it stopped hurting quite so much. She had done something like this before when she was younger, and ripped part of her shirt off as she tried to remember what their community's healer had done. Oh, right, splint it-- but with what? Quinn winced as she glanced over at her bow. Her leg had stopped seeming to want to kill her at the moment, but that was because she hadn't moved, and her bow was just out of reach. With a wince she put the cloth in her mouth and rolled over to grab the bow, every muscle in her body clenching with the pain that the action sent through her system. Waiting for the pain to fade, she rolled back over so that she could sit up, sobbing silently, her patience and ability to keep quiet slowly fading to nothing. She had, luckily, kept her leg straight, which helped as she ever-so-slowly snapped her bow in half and used the pieces to splint her leg, trying not to clench her teeth as she took the cloth out of her mouth so that she could tie them together. With the extra support she didn't feel quite so much pain, but it still took her almost half an hour to stand up again, stopping whenever she felt pain. It took so very long, panting and cursing, for her to get back to the top, and it didn't help that she first had to seek out a safe path. Every step she took was a fire that licked at her resolve, a scream that tried to claw free from her throat, but eventually, against her expectations, she reached the top. In the distance she saw the place that her family had been camping the night before. They were breaking camp, but she didn't have the strength to get there, nor the volume necessary to call out to them and get them to reach her. Besides, if she did scream, something else was bound to get her first.
Laying down-- a process as slow as standing up-- and resting would help her catch up to her family, and she would eventually find them in a town, or something. Drat it all! If only she hadn't gotten hurt, she would be able to run to them... but at this rate such a run was suicidal. Drat, drat, drat...
Anything else to add?
Can't wait to see the server. Oh, and read my FULL application. You'll find things in places you never expected.
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Either
I got Porkchops in ma earlobes
or
You get to feel special and pick