Either I read the rules wrong or I'm blind. Please explain to me which rule I broke.
EDIT: Wait... Was it number 5? Was I too out of character than what I had her be?
Oh, and yes, I did forget to put "I will use ((*)) or brackets to speak in OOC in the local chat if needed or I will get banned!" at the end of my application. Sorry about that.
Or was it just not futuristic enough?
Trust me, I can try my best to do things right, you just gotta nudge me in the right direction sometimes.
Please repost the application with the sentence! :biggrin.gif:[/quote]
Alright, thanks for putting up with my stupidity. xD I bet you get a lot of posts like that.
Application Version 3.0 Out-Of-Character: Minecraft Account Name: Hammerup
-How old are you?: 14, will be 15 in July.
-Time-Zone/Country of Residence: Brazil.
-Do you have a good grip on the English language/good grammar?: I can write, read and hear in english quite well. The only problem I have is with the speaking part. I have an accent when doing it.
-Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself: I am friendly, I have a lot of interest on role-playing, space, playing games and historic wars. I only treat people well if they treat me well, but that doesn't mean I don't like having friends. I don't really complain when bad things happen, I just deal with it.
-How much time could you be on the server weekly?: An average of 6 days per week, 5-6 hours each day.
-How long have you played minecraft?: Since early alpha. I don't remember the exact date of when I bought Minecraft.
-What do you know about roleplaying? How long have you been doing it? What kind?: I play a few Minecraft RPs since a year ago, and I learnt how to roleplay on Minecraft there. But I did play some role-play games for some years. Role playing is acting differently to assume a role, either as a completely different person or as a different version or yourself.
-What do you expect this server will be like?: Interesting, really epic, with actual serious roleplay, which all lead to fun!
-What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them?: I played on many servers, classic and beta. The beta ones which I actively participated were 5. The first one eventually got shut down. The second one also got shut down. 3rd and 4th I left because I had too much stuff to do at the time, but I still visit it sometimes. The 5th one was The Asylum server and I still play on it.
-Have you ever been banned before? if, why? ( Be Honest ): No, I never got banned. Really, I never did.
-Have you read, understood, and agreed to the rules? What about the lore?: Yes. The lore was fun to read too. I like that kind of story.
-What is a slime called on this server?: [Unknown]
-How did you hear about us?: I saw you on the forums.
-Will you be willing to download and be active on our Mumble server?: Yes.
In-Character:
-Character Name: Hugh
-Biography:
(I recommend you read the family part (those that haven't read it yet) before you read this one. The story will make more sense if you do so.)
2180: Hugh has born.
2181-2200: Nothing really special happened. He went to school, he grew up... (and putting a normal person's life until now would be really boring to read) Until he got his first job at the mining company at Mars, "Red Mine".
2201, first half: Hugh came to the company for his first day on the job. Any kind of person could work there, because of their famous Power Pickaxes that made mining way easier. The mine was full of corridors, with rooms on the end of every single one. Shortly after he entered, some guy came to him and said: "Are you the new guy we hired? Good. Now get a pick and get to work. You'll start at the intermediary layers. I think you can do it."
Hugh answered: "What? But I never mined before. I just know the basics. Dig holes, find ores and watch out for lava. That's it."
"Well, you can either start there, or you can already go back home. I think you don't want to go back. Good, now take this map. The mine is at *that* direction and the picks are at *that* direction. Now go."
The other one goes somewhere else.
Hugh looks at the map. It was a mess of random tunnels. Good thing he already knew the directions.
He got his pick and then he started mining. There, he met 2 other miners that became his friends. Their names were Steve (not to be confused with his great-grandfather. And I don't like making names.) and Qwerty, which was popular between 2160 - 2195.
2201, second half: Hugh learnt the mining techniques quickly, and he got experienced. He also got promoted to the lower layer mine. The lower the layer, the better the ores. And better the pay. His other friends also got promoted.
On one of these days, Steve saw something shining on a wall. It was diamonds! Workers that find diamonds get a lot of money! It was really dark there, but oddly, the area around the diamonds was shining. He started mining anyway. But after he hit his pick there, the wall started to crack. He definitively knew what was wrong there.
"LAVA LEAK! Get out now!" One of the miners shouted, just a few seconds later.
Lava was flowing everywhere. Most miners got out, except for Hugh and Steve.
"The lava is coming really fast! I don't think the doors will close before the lava gets through the exit!" Hugh said to Steve. Both were running.
"'l'll fix this! I stay here to put some TNT, so the ceiling gets down and blocks the lava! Easy enough." Steve said.
"Nice idea."
Steve put some TNT on the wall and activated it. Only to see the lava was almost getting him.
"AHHHHHH! GET ME OUT OF HERE!"
Hugh didn't even had the chance to get back in the mine. The TNT exploded and the cave got blocked with him inside.
Year 2202: Steve's death did an impct on Hugh's life. If he was pretending to get killed while saving the mine, it would look poetic, but he wasn't.
Anyway, life moved foward. He got promoted to the bottom layer of the mine, and there he found the biggest Amazonite (Amazonite is the rarest ore on Mars) vein ever, and that made him get promoted to mine supervisioner. Qwerty still was his friend.
Year 2203-2210: Nothing uncommon happened. Hugh got much richer than before.
Year 2211, first half, Month 1-4: The first Martian robots rebel against the humans, due to the work overload imposed to them. Many of them broke from too much work, and the robots started rebelling against the humans because, well, they could either rebel or break from too much work.
Hugh thought the incident wouldn't affect him, because the attacked city was too far from the mine, and because the mine didn't have potentially dangerous robots. He was right... for some time.
But then the rebellions happened on more an more cities... until a rebellion happened in a military base. War robots obliterated the base, and then they broadcasted a signal that made all robots on the planet rebel. These robots had control over other robots in case they needed more robots to fight in a possible war. The humans tried to use the signal to get help against the other robots, but it didn't work at all. This would mean these war robots may had planned the rebellion long before it actually happened.
Year 2211, first half, Month 5: Hugh was inspecting the last bit of the bottom layer mine. Qwerty was working there. Nothing special...
Far away from the mine, a large war robot (with a bunch of of smaller ones) detected a mining facility some kilometers from their location. Since it detected no real threat there, it just launched a bunch of missiles there and it moved towards their target city.
Minutes later, the missiles started to hit the mine.
Hugh heard many loud noises coming from above.
"What is happening up there?" he asked.
"I don't know" Qwerty answered.
Hugh started to recieve messages on his radio.
"SIR, THE MINE IS GETTING HIT BY MISSILES! I DON'T KNOW WHERE ARE THEY COMING FROM, BUT IT JUST DESTROYED THE UPPER LAYER MINE! IT'S ABOUT TO HIT THE MIDDLE MIN- *connection interruped*"
"What was that?" Qwerty asked.
"Do not leave the mine. The robots got us."
Only Hugh and Qwerty survived the explosions.
Year 2211, second half: Extremely strong war robots completely destroy most Martian cities and killed almost all living beings, because Mars' defenses were made only of robots, with estimates that only one millionth of the original population still survives. (around 3000).
Hugh never went ouside since the attack. There was no reason to, the mines were much safer. He started his projects to make an EMP with Qwerty to stop the robots.
Year 2212, second half, day 73:
They tried once. It didn't work. They tried again from scratch. It almost killed them. Most of the time they spent on the mine was done trying to make a functioning EMP. And they're still trying.
Year 2212, second half, day 74: "Maybe if we take this part off, it can wo-"
An explosion ocurred on the other side of the mine.
""ROBOTS! THEY'RE HERE! And they're coming to us! Get the rocket launchers!" Qwerty shouted.
The robots, assuming that the mine was abandoned, were looking for possible energy sources.
"OK, shoot!" Hugh said.
The rockets destroyed the robots quickly, they were attacked off guard.
"Hey, that was easier than I thought." Qwerty said. "But now we have to get out of here. They know we're here."
Hugh answered "*sigh* You''re right. But now we won't be able to make an EMP. The only way we can survive now is to get out of this planet."
Year 2213: After so much time of hiding at night and wandering at day, Hugh and Qwerty found their last chance of survival. A rocket set to go back to Earth on a ancient base! Hugh had no regrets going there, because he thought any place can be better than this place.
But the middle of the flight, the rocket ran out of fuel. They knew it wouldn't have fuel to get there, but they at least had a chance to survive. And the rocket was already moving towards Earth, so they're going to get there anyway. The only problem is that they will crash into Earth.
When they reached Earth's athmosphere, Hugh said: "Well, we're almost there. We can either die, or survive."
"It was either go here or die on Mars-"
They crashed.
An hour later, Hugh woke up. He looked around. The place was completely destroyed, and he saw no life signs around. He stood up, with few injuries. Qwerty couldn't be found anywhere. "He must have died. *sigh*" he thought.
Moments later, Hugh recieved some messages on his radio about some people commenting about what that thing that came from space was. Hugh knew it was his spaceship, but they didn't know what it was. So there IS life here! But Earth seems to have changed a lot! This place looked like the apocalypse had passed around here...
"I have much to find out."
-Character Family:
The year was 2016. America finally finished it's secret plan of colonizing Mars as a secret base for emergencies and for actual colonizing as well. Hugh's great-grandfather, Steve, was one of the chosen astronauts for the mission, along with 500 other people.
2016, Day 1:
Steve was at his bed, getting ready for tomorrow, when the launch begins. He had a mostly lonely life, with no wife or chidren, he only had his older brother George, which was also going with him to the mission. He didn't have much holding him back on Earth. He wanted to be a hero, one of the pleople that reached Mars and sucessfully colonized it, and to be written on history forever! He was tired, so he couldn't stay awake for much longer.
2016, Day 2:
Steve, already inside the enormous rocket made only to go to Mars, and not to come back, looked around; he saw the best scientists from the western half of the world, which Steve already knew why. The Americans wanted to develop new technologies on the colony, and do experiments on a different planet. He also saw specially trained people, each gorup of people trained for a specific part of the colony. Actually, the only 2 astronauts there were Steve and Geroge, along with some other astronaut that was going to be the captain of the ship..
LAUNCH IN 5, 4, 3, 2, 1... LAUNCH!
In a short moment, they already were in orbit.
2016, Day 118: Steve wakes up. Another day on the spaceship.
But something different seems to be happening on the main room. George seems to be at a discussion with the other people of the spaceship. Steve starts to abserve the conversation from a distance.
"We can make a new life there! We can start humanity from scratch! So many things that were done wrong back on Earth! We can finally fix that and create the best civilization ever! But the people on Earth will hold us back with their wars and corruption! We must declare indenpendecy!" George said.
Steve was impressed. He didn't know his own brother also had dreams of changing history! And he agreed with him too!
But then, another person which Steve remembers him as the captain of the ship.
"No! We can't do that! Humanity may still have a chance! And with our aid, they can survive!"
It was a confict of people with dreams. Which may change their future.
And the crew of the ship was divided, with each half defending George's and the captain's arguments.
"Let's see, and you'll understand what I am trying to tell you." George said.
Year 2017, before America runs out of oil:
Steve and the rest of the people finally arrived at Mars.
There were no problems during the landing.
Year 2019:
The colonization was already finished, and it was fledging. They upgraded drastically the robots that came with them, and they built even more of them, and the industry and commerce was growing quickly.. The colony also heard the news about Earth, and they found it quite worring, but they didn't do much about it. about Steve got a wife there, and he also got a son, which he named Bouapha. Sadly, Steve died soon after because of sun radiation, so George took care of his son.
Year 2023, first half:
The people on mars heard about the worrying news that is happening on Earth. And the tension between George and the the captain was growing since that day on the spaceship. But now, with the end of the UN, it took a large leap. The situation grew to the point that the population, which was now ten thousand (because one of their main plans on colonization was to increase the population as quick as possible), was divided into two parts: The ones that wanted independecy, and the ones who were loyal to America.
Year 2023, second half, Month 1:
There was lots of discussion between George, which was leading the half of the population which wanted indepedency, and the the captain led the other half.
They had no choice but to declare war on each other.
A week after war was declared, robot production increased drastically.
Year 2023, second half, Month 2:
[war summary]
First war robots sent for battle.
Loyalist city was damaged due to lack of defenses, but the attack was repelled.
Year 2023, second half, Month 3:
Highly upgraded robots were sent against each other.
Damages on the terrain of the battlefield were huge, but there were few casualites.
Year 2023, second half, Month 4:
Constant attacks on the rebel city.
Attacks are repelled, but the defenses may not endure for too long.
Year 2023, second half, Month 5:
Surprise attack against the loyalists.
Loyalist city completely destroyed.
Rebels won.
Year 2024: It was the time to declare indepency. George, chosen to be the leader of Mars, was awaiting for communication with Earth. They got an answer shortly after. The American President himself answered it.
"We didn't receive any news about anyone from the colony for years! You were disobeying my orders to send news about the colony every week! We need your help, and now!"
George replied, "I will say this only once, and after this message, all communications with Earth will be ended. I declare indepedency, and from now on this nation will not offer help, or obey the USA. Transmission ended."
USA couldn't afford to send troops or robots to Mars because of the war.
Bouapha wasn't affected by the war direcly, so he is having a good childhood.
Year 2053: Things seem good as ever. Bouapha, now an adult, has married and soon expects a new son. Mars' population is now 500 million.
Year 2083: From what we see, things have changed a lot on Earth. The recent robot attacks that came from Earth on Mars proves it. But the Martian robots are much better for combat, so the attacking robots prove no threat.
Martian technology is very advanced now.
Bouapha's son, wishing for a longer life, freezes himself for the future.
Year 2140: Mars' population is now 3 billion.
Year 2170: Bouapha's son unfreezes himself, and a week later he gets a nice job, he gets a girlfriend 1 year later, 5 years later he gets married, and 4 years later (2180) his son, Hugh, is born.
(Now you should read the bio part.)
-Character Age:
33.
-Character Appearance:
Astronaut wear, because Hugh couldn't bring any other clothes with him.
-Character Personality: (Any fatal flaws?):
He is friendly, and will help when not feeling selfish. He also is a peaceful person, unless attacked. If he gets attacked, he will probably get enraged, but he may still accept a truce.
-Occupation:
Used to be the mining supervisioner on the Martian Mine.
-Can your character read or write?:
Yes, he went to school on his childhood.
-Can your character mine?:
Yes, he understands how the mining process works, and he mined stuff himself before being promoted.
-Can your character build? (Holes in the ground do not count.):
He knows the basics on underground tunnels.
-Can your character fight?:
He knows the basic of using ranged weapons, so he can defend himself from the robots on Mars. He learnt how to shoot with his friend Qwerty after the mine got destroyed.
-Can your character farm?:
No, he never tried it out.
-Does your character have any special skills?:
Since he is experienced on mining, he is experienced with explosives too.
-Does your character have any mental or physical disabilities? Any health problems?:
No, because if he had any, he couldn't even get to Earth anyway.
-Character Fears:
Radiation. The people on Mars (also) had serious problems with it on the beginning. The radiation shortened the average life length on Mars by some years due to cancer.
-DESCRIBE an event where your character is in deep pain: (No *I dodge the raiders arrows*. Write it out.)
Hugh fell on the ground - he was shot when running from the robots. He couldn't feel the pain, but from the looks of it he knew he may not be able to survive this one. A slight burning feeling came from the wound, and his vision was getting blurred, but before he got unconsious, he saw some explosions near the robots coming from somewhere. He almost found another person. Almost. So many months of wandering and hiding, looking for other survivors, and when he almost was fnally finding one, he gets shot. And before getting unconsious, he thought:
"I hate my life."
-A screenshot of your skin: (Please include a picture of the skin being worn, and a png of the skin itself.)
-Other Information: I will use ((*)) or brackets to speak in OOC in the local chat if needed or I will get banned! Also, I really don't want to sound like I'm bribing, but I wanted to donate to the Asylum Server, but then I thought that it didn't deserve it much, so I was going to donate to Prisoncraft, but the server was down, so I looked for another server, so found this one. It looked really fun, so I will donate 20$ when I start playing. I also really had fun writing up the story! :biggrin.gif: I hope I can get whitelisted this time.
This is annoying now. Everyones refusing to tell me what i can fix, execpt for what dan said about the peopole who got denied but none of those things pertain to me! Im feeling greatly ignored!
-Time-Zone/Country of Residence: Eastern Standard Time (GMT -5), USA
-Do you have a good grip on the English language/good grammar?: Yes I do. I could write paragraphs for you just to prove that I have good spelling and grammar.
-Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself: I'm a geeky girl who can't live without music. I love drawing, gaming, and my lovable cats, no matter how annoying they can get at times. Oh, and the main reason I'm here: I love RPing and Minecraft.
-How much time could you be on the server weekly?:I could be on daily, but the amount of time every day depends on what my schedule for the day is like. I'm home schooled, so I have more free time than most my age, but not all the time in the world.
-How long have you played minecraft?: Someone introduced it to me and I bought it in February, so about four months.
-What do you know about roleplaying? How long have you been doing it? What kind?: I've usually done my RPs on paper or in emails with one person since she introduced it to me almost three years ago. They were more of a romantic angst dramatic filled RPs, but they were still great to us. As far as what I know about it? I'm not quite sure what you mean by that question, but I'll answer it in the way that I interpreted it. I know that roleplaying can actually teach us life lessons that we wouldn't have ever experienced without it and everyone with you. I also know what format I like to RP in. xD I use (( [insert OOC speach here] )), and I usually use - [action] - to imply actions, but Minecraft has the /me command.
-What do you expect this server will be like?: I expect the unexpected, and nothing else.
-What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them?: This would be my first time in an RP server, actually. But for the other servers, I left them because they didn't make me feel like I belong there, like I needed to prove that I'm part of the 'family' before that happened.
-Have you ever been banned before? if, why? ( Be Honest ): No. I'm proud to say that I've never been banned before.
-Have you read, understood, and agreed to the rules? What about the lore?: Yes, I have read the rules thoroughly, and I find the story very interesting, and challenging at the same time. It's what caught my attention to this in the first place.
-What is a slime called on this server?: [Unknown] (I did that without looking too.)
-How did you hear about us?: I saw a banner in someone's signature and thought it should be worth a shot to look at.
-Will you be willing to download and be active on our Mumble server?: I'm willing, but the problem is that right behind my back yard, there are train tracks, and they go by constantly. I can mute my microphone when it goes by, but I don't want to be a bother if I forget to or someone just doesn't want to put up with it.
In-Character:
-Character Name: Mana Arianell
-Biography: Well... I can't remember anything before a month ago. I woke up in a dingy rotten barn and realized that I didn't recognize where I was, or even who I was. I was terrified, almost on the brink of tears until I felt something shift in my pocket. I reached into it and felt around for it's contents, fishing out a small piece of paper and a small, oval shaped silver pendant. I observed the pendant for a moment and found that it had a small keyhole on it. Expecting to have the key to it, I stuck my hand back down in my pocket only to find nothing, and then tried and failed to pry it open. I decided to give up and try to find the key later, and opened up the note. This is what it said:
I know that when you wake up and read this, you'll hardly believe what's going on, but I'll try to explain as much as I can before I run out of time. Your name is Mana Arianell, and you've turned 19 today (4/16). It is the year 2213, and the world is recovering from many years of war, destruction, and pollution. With you, you should have a locket. Keep it safe, don't open it, and don't let anyone know you have it. I can't tell you why right now, but I will sometime in the near future. Not directly though. I'll leave you another note soon. I wish you the best, and wait for me.
The writing was small, and almost illegible, but I couldn't help but feel like I've seen it before. I sat there for a while, thinking about the note and who might have left it for me. More importantly, who left me there? It's supposedly a rotting world and this person just left me there?! My hatred grew, but at the same time so did my sadness. I laid myself back down and started to cry. I cried so long, it began to hurt, and I could feel the sleep tugging at my eyelids. I tried to fight it off, but eventually I drifted to sleep. I had horrible nightmares. I couldn't even begin to describe them, everything was just so horrid and terrible. People were being killed by these monsters right in front of me, and I couldn't get to them in time to save them....
When I woke up the next morning, I didn't move for a while. My mind was in a haze, and I couldn't think clearly. For a while, I just sat there and thought about nothing, and then all at once, as if on que, a flood of thoughts rushed into my head. As I sat there trying to collect my thoughts, I realized that I'd have to fend for myself, and just trust that whoever this person is would leave me another note. So, here I am, a month later, still alive and as well as I can be with amnesia, and still waiting for another note.
-Character Family: All I have is the guy who wrote the note, whoever he is.
-Character Age: 19, apparently.
-Character Appearance:
Brown hair, small compared to most people. As far as I can see, I have no scars. I have cyan eyes, fair olive skin. As far as body fat goes, I consider myself average, but I guess to the starving people around me I'm chubby. I have a belt that has a few places to keep stuff in, but I keep the pendant around my neck and tucked under my dress.
-Character Personality: (Any fatal flaws?): I'm suspicious of everyone, and tend to stay away from people I don't know. I don't know who to trust. I have found that I can be very sneaky. I've taken a loaf of bread and some type of meat from someone before. The first time I didn't get caught, but the second time the guy chased me. Soon after, though, I managed to hide and lose him.
-Occupation: I hate to say it, but I'm a thief until I can find something else to do.
-Can your character read or write?: Yes.
-Can your character mine?: I haven't tried to yet... ((Eventually, yes, but not at the beginning.))
-Can your character build? (Holes in the ground do not count.): I've managed to gather some broken wooden planks and make a temporary hut out of it.
-Can your character fight?: I've tried, and I almost got myself beat to death. Note to self, don't make people angry. Just leave them alone, and you'll be fine.
-Can your character farm?: I found a seed and planted it in the ground next to my hut. It seems to be doing okay, it sprouted out of the ground this morning. It's a weird color though...
-Does your character have any special skills?: I can run fast and hide well. I guess that could be called stealthy?
-Does your character have any mental or physical disabilities? Any health problems?: I have a huge case of amnesia, duh.
-Character Fears: Being alone for the rest of my life. I don't want to sit around and wait for someone to roll up and be there for me, but who can I trust?
-DESCRIBE an event where your character is in deep pain: (No *I dodge the raiders arrows*. Write it out.)
I was walking through an alley, looking for anything that could possibly be edible. Up ahead, I see a trash can, and run up to it, hoping to find something to curb the hunger. I must have been making too much noise, because the door beside it opened. I didn't notice, as I was too busy trying to find something, anything to eat, but as the large, burly man stepped out of the threshold, I felt an impending doom, like I didn't belong there. Like a bat out of hell, I made a run for it as soon as I saw him pick a brick up. Thankfully, he wasn't able to grab me, but I soon found out that he could aim well. I felt the brick collide with my leg and screamed out, falling to the ground in pain. It was excruciating, to say the least. My whole leg was throbbing in a sharp, stabbing pain. I could have sworn that he broke my leg. Even so, I got back up and ran, each step sending a jolt of pain up through my leg into my hip, and I didn't stop until I reached the inside of my temporary hut and threw myself against the wall, squeezing my eyes shut and panting hard. I clenched my teeth shut and pried my eyes open to survey the damage. There was already a lot of swelling and bruising, and blood was dripping from the wound. Upon this registering in my mind, I ripped off two pieced of my dress, wadded up one and put it in my mouth, and used the other to bandage the wound tightly, biting down hard on the cloth and screaming into it in pain. I felt myself on the edges of unconsciousness, but I fought to stay awake long enough to tie the knot as one more jolt of stabbing agonizing pain went through my leg, and I blacked out.
-A screenshot of your skin: (Please include a picture of the skin being worn, and a png of the skin itself.)
-Other Information: I will use ((*)) or brackets to speak in OOC in the local chat if needed or I will get banned!
Also! It will take a while before I'll actually be able to get on the server. I have chores to do, and I have to take care of those first. :smile.gif:
-Do you have a good grip on the English language/good grammar?: Not really bad, I could make some spelling or grammar mistakes, but I could say what I try to say
-Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself: I'm kinda friendly and helpfull.
-How much time could you be on the server weekly?: 4-5 hours in a day.
-How long have you played minecraft?: Since Indev I think.
-What do you know about roleplaying? How long have you been doing it? What kind?: I was roleplaying mostly in games such as Fallout or other Roleplaying games. I was doing it since 3-4 years ago.
-What do you expect this server will be like?: Pure Survival
-What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them?: I played on some Towny servers, but they weren't fun, so I left them
-Have you ever been banned before? if, why? ( Be Honest ): I was banned for once for something that my friend done to pull me a prank.
-Have you read, understood, and agreed to the rules? What about the lore?: I agree on all of the rules, also readed lore 1-2 times.
-What is a slime called on this server?: [Unknown]
-How did you hear about us?: From Minecraft forums
-Will you be willing to download and be active on our Mumble server?: I will.
In-Character:
-Character Name: Nierro Shifterr
-Biography: I was born in 2188.I don't know anything about place I born.My family was traders which was kinda wealthy.My brother learned how to fight from my brother and I learned how to be a doctor from books that I found in the wasteland.Later, when I became 13, my family joined to a Faction.Faction was called Dawn Brigade.
In Faction, I befriended with another person who knew something about being a doctor, North Eden. He was in nearly same age as I was. He thought me about being a doctor and surviving through wastes.He was kind also had reflexes of a tiger and eyes of an eagle. He could hit a crow that is 200m away easily with a bow.
In a battle against another faction, me and North were chosen to be medics in the battle. We aided the soldiers and get them medical help during fight. My brother was also fough in the front lines in that battle. But when enemies destroyed the line that White was worked, they killed him brutally.
When battle ended I learned killed 60 enemy soldier by the bomb he got on him, which he attached to himself at the start of the battle.That moment, I felt myself miserable. I did not much to aid my comrades. Even my brother played a key role in victory.
After White's death, I felt lonely and lonely. Everyone was amazed how I beared the stress of a battle. But, well it wasn't making me any better. And In every major battle, It made me fell worse.
Faction was growing bigger and bigger every single day.But in time, our Faction gained new enemies.Our leader was getting old, so a new leader was needed. Most of the people appointed my brother, who were a really good fighter also really smart.
In time our parents became older and older.In May 2212 they died on a trade mission. So our old Leader ordered me and my brother to retrieve our parent's corpses. Also he thinked that it was a challenge to prove that my brother is ready to become leader.
During the mission, we entered a cave. Cave was dark so we didn't know where we was going. I heard something so I unsheated my sword but a strange bug attacked us from behind. When I looked behind, bug throw a liquid on my eyes, I became blind that way. Then my brother attacked the bug and killed it.
So we eventually found what we were looking for and returned. But on our way, somekind of earthquake happened, and when we came back, all our faction was destroyed. So we continued to find where we belonged, in the wastes. Until that incident (The Painfull event part)
-Character Family: Only Brother.
-Character Age: 36
-Character Appearance: All body covered with bandages, wears a hood.Because of an unknown reason, his eyes became red.
-Character Personality: (Any fatal flaws?): Calm and quick. Kills anyone whitout hesitation who calls him a freak or such.
-Occupation: Not really a doctor. More likely half scavenger, half-Doctor
-Can your character read or write?: both
-Can your character mine?: Not much, he could mine stones, coals and Irons.But can't go any further than that.Reason for that is he scared to die. He could die by falling from a underground cliff, or falling into lava.
-Can your character build? (Holes in the ground do not count.): Yes, he could build a little house or a big base.He loves building things. He sees building things as a nature gift.
-Can your character fight?: Yes.Thanks to his brother's body, He could easily fight a raider or a mutant.
-Can your character farm?: No.
-Does your character have any special skills?:Good as a doctor and a fighter
-Does your character have any mental or physical disabilities? Any health problems?: No
-Character Fears:Fears death really much.
-DESCRIBE an event where your character is in deep pain: (No *I dodge the raiders arrows*. Write it out.)
I was walking with my brother for miles and hours. It's been awhile since we saw this big sandstorm. Then my brother shouted and said there was somekind of 'gate' . I thought It was a Vault, It was. My brother said that we should enter. When we entered, I heard some strange noises but I didn't it was something serious. Suddenly, something attacked me out of nowhere. It seemed like a mutant who was attacked me. My brother quickly attacked the mutant adn killed him. But there were more mutants that's coming. My ribcage was crushed by first attack. I was hardly breathing. Suddenly a mutant attacked with its claw. Last thing I saw was that my brother sacrificing himself. His blood scattered over everywhere. Then he killed the last mutant. Finally, his body hit the ground. Quickly, I took my brother half-dead body with me with my last strength, searching for medical equipment. Then I found a room which had strange eqiupment in it. I put my brother in a strange cabin named 'Fusioner'. Then I entered the other cabin without knowing it. Suddenly, I felt a pain that no like other. I screamed like crazy but I can't heard a think. Then after some minutes, when I got out of cabin, I felt that my brother's and my bosy was somehow 'fused'! His body and mine, his strength and mine, and his intelligence was one. And his pain too. I could finally see. But my body was 'stranger' than before, so I covered it with alot of bandages. Then I screamed for a time. Tears dropped from my face, feelling the pain of the operation, I felt numb, and hit the floor, unconscionus.
-A screenshot of your skin: (Please include a picture of the skin being worn, and a png of the skin itself.)
-Other Information: Please don't keep your attention at my spelling or grammar mistakes, english not is my mother language ^^
I will use ((*)) or brackets to speak in OOC in the local chat if needed or I will get banned
Yeah, Dangirdas? This is pretty important. I got accepted a long time ago on like page 56, and I won't quote it because of the massive amounts of applications already on this page. My In-Game-Name is ciansmyth, but I never got whitelisted. Could you fix this please?
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My Minecraft is still freezing up, so I can't play on the server. If anybody is willing to help out, head over to this thread and see what you can do. It would be much appreciated.
Yeah, Dangirdas? This is pretty important. I got accepted a long time ago on like page 56, and I won't quote it because of the massive amounts of applications already on this page. My In-Game-Name is ciansmyth, but I never got whitelisted. Could you fix this please?
Added to the whitelist!
Quote from Falkus_Atrum »
My Minecraft is still freezing up, so I can't play on the server. If anybody is willing to help out, head over to this thread and see what you can do. It would be much appreciated.
I actually don't believe I'm accepted. I was sure something would throw that off.
Okay, I have updated my skin so it looks a little...darker. And sicklier too, seeing as he would be.
My goodness, pixel art is hard.
Wow dude your hardcore as hell about this ****!
You sound like the best roleplayers out there man!
But still the skin looks really bad. I suggest just to find a good looking skin that fits the theme! :biggrin.gif:
Yeah, Dangirdas? This is pretty important. I got accepted a long time ago on like page 56, and I won't quote it because of the massive amounts of applications already on this page. My In-Game-Name is ciansmyth, but I never got whitelisted. Could you fix this please?
Added to the whitelist!
Quote from Falkus_Atrum »
My Minecraft is still freezing up, so I can't play on the server. If anybody is willing to help out, head over to this thread and see what you can do. It would be much appreciated.
I actually don't believe I'm accepted. I was sure something would throw that off.
Okay, I have updated my skin so it looks a little...darker. And sicklier too, seeing as he would be.
My goodness, pixel art is hard.
Wow dude your hardcore as hell about this ****!
You sound like the best roleplayers out there man!
But still the skin looks really bad. I suggest just to find a good looking skin that fits the theme! :biggrin.gif:
Yeah, Dangirdas? This is pretty important. I got accepted a long time ago on like page 56, and I won't quote it because of the massive amounts of applications already on this page. My In-Game-Name is ciansmyth, but I never got whitelisted. Could you fix this please?
Added to the whitelist!
Quote from Falkus_Atrum »
My Minecraft is still freezing up, so I can't play on the server. If anybody is willing to help out, head over to this thread and see what you can do. It would be much appreciated.
I actually don't believe I'm accepted. I was sure something would throw that off.
Okay, I have updated my skin so it looks a little...darker. And sicklier too, seeing as he would be.
My goodness, pixel art is hard.
Wow dude your hardcore as hell about this ****!
You sound like the best roleplayers out there man!
But still the skin looks really bad. I suggest just to find a good looking skin that fits the theme! :biggrin.gif:
Why did I get denied?
Man don't even ask me. Go and look at the ones that are accepted and you might understand it!
-Do you have a good grip on the English language/good grammar?: Yes.
-Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself: uhh, well... I'm in to computer repair and programming. Im just starting out so all I really know is how to troubleshoot and fix hardware problems. I also f*cking LOVE video games. :I
-How much time could you be on the server weekly?: Almost every day.
-How long have you played minecraft?: About 7 months
-What do you know about roleplaying? How long have you been doing it? What kind?: I know a lot about role playing. I used to play WoW in an extreme RP guild... -.- I am a nerd.
-What do you expect this server will be like?: I certainly hope it will be fun! I love post-apocalyptic themes to anything really. Also I love Fallout. Which sounds like A LOT like this btw... Rob co. -> Robo co.?
-What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them?: Mostly just plain old survival servers and a few creative ones. I have played on a RP server before but they were VERY laid back about it.
-Have you ever been banned before? if, why? ( Be Honest ): Never banned, but kicked quiet a few times. Some joking around and some because I was actually breaking rules. I ALWAYS have a good reason for breaking rules, not that there should be ._., I'm not just being a ****.
-Have you read, understood, and agreed to the rules? What about the lore?: I have read the rules and I definitely agree with them. I find the lore pretty similar to fallout but *AHEM* it is very interesting, I like it.
-What is a slime called on this server?: [Unknown]
-How did you hear about us?: I was scrolling through minecraft forums when I saw this.
-Will you be willing to download and be active on our Mumble server?: Haven't heard of it but sure. I don't have a microphone sooo I'll just have to listen.
In-Character:
-Character Name: Jack Whinstein
-Biography: I am a hardened farm boy who has been searching for his brother for about 7 months. My brother, Joey, went missing during a brutal lightning storm that caught both of us by surprise. I ran quickly to the nearest place I could to get out of the open. When I had time to even think I realized that my brother wasn't with me. I looked around praying that he managed to find cover. I saw him running just over a near-by hill with a large rock on it. I tried yelling but he couldn't hear me over the storm. When the storm cleared up I ran to the hill, I saw no sign of him. For the next few weeks a recklessly roamed the wasteland screaming his name in hope to find him.
-Character Family: Just me and my brother, my parents died when I was only 13. They were taken by a large group of raiders.
-Character Age: 19
-Character Appearance: Rough skin, a boyish face, and many cuts and scars from the relentless wastelands of the world.
-Character Personality: (Any fatal flaws?): It takes a lot to gain trust from me. I hate humanity both for what it has done to the world and that it was humanity that brought the fall of my parents. Bottom line, stay away from me unless you want to get hurt.
-Occupation: Farmer/fighter. I know a lot about the art of fighting, a can fight off 20 raiders with a stick.
-Can your character read or write?: A bit, I learn mostly from any pre-war books I find in the wasteland.
-Can your character mine?: Yes, I have had some mining projects in my time.
-Can your character build? (Holes in the ground do not count.): Yes, mostly small outposts and shacks.
-Can your character fight?: Yes, very well.
-Can your character farm?: Yes, I am a farmer after all.
-Does your character have any special skills?: I am very good at tracking and I definitely have a skill for hand-to-hand combat.
-Does your character have any mental or physical disabilities? Any health problems?: Aside from radiation exposure, no. Unless you count very pissed off all the time as a disability.
-Character Fears: Not many, I have seen the wasteland inside and out and I have not seen anything that strikes fear in me. well... maybe giants... I have heard legends about them.
-DESCRIBE an event where your character is in deep pain: (No *I dodge the raiders arrows*. Write it out.) I once was scouting around for food and other supplies when a mutant came out of nowhere and tore my leg up pretty bad. I started to crawl to the building I was scouting out and began yelling for my brother. Luckily he was just in shouting distance, however by the time he got to me I was close to bleeding out. But with his medical skills he managed to get me back on my feet and carry me back to a safe place and save my leg. I couldn't get up for a few weeks but we managed to get by.
-A screenshot of your skin: (Please include a picture of the skin being worn, and a png of the skin itself.) I don't know how to upload an image that I made my self... uuhh.. well it looks like a wastelander from fallout 3 and it has a face-mask on.
-Other Information: I will use ((*)) or brackets to speak in OOC in the local chat if needed or I will get banned! True dat.
Thanks for accepting me! There's a problem though. It says I'm not whitelisted. Have you added it yet, or are you going to wait until you get a bunch of people to add and do it all at once?
Also, I can't help but keep thinking "Where's the port number?!" every time I look at the IP. xD
EDIT: Oh, and Just letting you know, I'm not able to use Mumble. For some reason it amplifies my microphone WAYYY too much and produces feedback, so I'm using Teamspeak.
-Time-Zone/Country of Residence: Eastern Standard -5/USA
-Do you have a good grip on the English language/good grammar?:English is my native tongue
-Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself:I'm very creative and innovative. I have been a gamer for about 4 years. My strengths would be math and science when it comes to school subjects.
-How much time could you be on the server weekly?:5-7 days a week, evenings
-How long have you played minecraft?:for about 8 months
-What do you know about roleplaying? How long have you been doing it? What kind?:I know role playing is when you act out what you are doing and develop your character over time. I have been role playing for 3 years on garrys mod, half-life 2 death match and WoW
-What do you expect this server will be like?:A almost fallout like map with serious players
-What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them?:I run my own server and got bored because i had built basically everything i could. Other than that i played swisscraft and left because they were jerks
-Have you ever been banned before? if, why? ( Be Honest ):no
-Have you read, understood, and agreed to the rules? What about the lore?:yes, and i read the lore all the way through
-What is a slime called on this server?:living nuclear waste creature
-How did you hear about us?:my friend
-Will you be willing to download and be active on our Mumble server?:yes
In-Character:
-Character Name:Tj Drago
-Biography: Born on August 16, 2197 to a family who roamed the wastes with a largely militarized group of people. We settled in one place for more than a week. We would scavenge what we could from the surrounding area and move on. Some nights we stayed in caves the men of our tribe, I guess you could call it, dug out. We traveled through towns and looked for food, water, and most of all ammo. The nights we were caught out in the darkness were spent fighting the hordes of monstrosities trying to kill us. One of two usually died in those battles, but they rarely happened.
When I was 16 we finally settled down in a semi-safe place; an abandoned police station. The station still had running water and MRE rations from before the war. The electricity had gone out, so e still had to use the torches we had been carrying around since before I could remember. There were bunks in the back of the station to sleep on and when we saw them we were the happiest people on this god forsaken earth. We hadn’t seen an intact bed in years and to lay down and actually sleep soundly for once in our lives was amazing.
When we had stayed there for 6 months and it had a sense of permanence my mother and a few other women we were with started a small farm by the stream not too far behind the station. She tried to teach me how to farm, but I never really payed attention. The only thing I ever really understood was the sugar cane and that was because I had a major sweet tooth.
When I was 19 we finally ran out of supplies at the station and with nowhere close to go get more we had to leave. We roamed for 4 days before we finally found a small town to get some food and water. It was a small welcoming community that told us we could stay there for a few days if we’d liked. Man I wish we hadn’t. That night, while we were all asleep, a large group of raiders came to the town. I woke up while I was being dragged out of my bed and I could hear people screaming all around me. I had no idea what was happening and when I was dragged outside of the building we were staying at I could see a good majority of the buildings around me being burned. The rest of the night was mostly obscure. All I remember was being thrown into a wagon of sorts and taken off somewhere.
The next morning I woke up shackled to a wall in a long building. My parents were across from me in the same state as I was. A good 75 people were all chained to the wall up and down the aisle. A man with tires on his shoulders came into the room and yelled, “All of you have been taken by the Raptors. You are currently in one of our labor camps. We will work you until you cannot work anymore then work you some more. This is not a place of refuge, it is a place where you work or die. You will be released and sent into the quarry within the next hour.” And with that he left us. I don’t know how long it was before we were released to go outside, but I do know when we went outside the sun was so bright it was blinding. The quarry was situated between two huge mountains. The cliff faces acted like natural barriers to keep the prisoners in. The next 6 months were pure hell for my family and I. All we did was stay close to one another and try to avoid attention.
One day in mid-July we were working in the quarry and I just got fed up with it. I tried to talk my parents into escaping with me, but they were just too weak. When a guard heard me he told me to stop talking and when I refused he did the unthinkable. He raised his machete and decapitated both of my parents with one swoop of his blade. I collapsed in agony and it was at that moment I swore revenge on all who affiliated themselves with the Raptors. That night I got my cuffs off with a bobby pin and snuck out of our bunk room. I went to the main entrance and killed both of the guards. I took what I could from them and fled the camp. I roamed for another 3 months before I ended up where I am now. And where I am is… well… here.
-Character Family: My father was one of the leaders of our group and he was a strong and courageous person. My mom was fairly strong hearted, but was not physically strong. She tried the best she could to care for and nurture me.
-Character Age:20
-Character Appearance: Six foot two, one hundred ninety-five pounds. Medium length blond hair and green eyes. Always wearing a gas mask to protect him from the toxic air. Wears a worn out tactical vest taken from the police station to help buffer blows during hand to hand combat. Wears paintball pants found in a store with built-in nee-pads. To protect his arms he has arm wraps wrapped around his fore-arms to protect his skin condition called eczema and shield his skin from the environment. He wears combat boots also scavenged from the police station that are a size 14, he has fairly large feet.
-Character Personality: (Any fatal flaws?): Strong hearted and helpful. He will help you do odd jobs and tasks if you ask him nicely and tell him what it is beforehand. He is in good physical shape despite lack of nutrition. He is mostly mentally well aside from bursts of anger. The bursts of anger are caused by the withheld emotions from his parents deaths. This anger has gotten him into trouble before. Only talks when necessary or when around people he is comfortable with. Although he will acknowledge your presence with a curt nod or hello. He also gets annoyed fairly easily.
-Occupation: Free Lance Mercenary
-Can your character read or write?: He has never needed to read nor write, but his mother taught him how anyways seeing as it might be a useful skill one day. He can read basic to moderate words and sentences and can write basic sentences.
-Can your character mine?: He has had to make holes in mountains to stay the night in because of lack of shelter. He is also in good physical condition, so he is fairly good at mining. Another reason he is good at mining is because he was forced to mine at the Raptor labor camp.
-Can your character build? (Holes in the ground do not count.): He has only ever built basic structures out in the wastes such as small hits and other small structures. He never settled down so he never built a large house to settle down in.
-Can your character fight?: His fighting is his strongest asset seeing as how he grew up with a militaristic family. He can use ranged weapons better than most people he has met and is an amazing marksman. His melee weapons skills are lacking because he has only ever used them as a last resort. His hand to hand combat skills are also very good. One of his father’s friends that travelled with their group taught him how to defend himself using a mix of different martial arts. He tends to get in brawls a lot and this skill comes in handy.
-Can your character farm?: He can’t farm very well seeing as how he has always been a scavenger. His mother taught him to grow sugar cane, but nothing else. He has also never had the need to grow things such as wheat because they were always moving and never had the chance.
-Does your character have any special skills?: My character is very good with all ranged weapons seeing as how he grew up using one on a day to day basis. He has killed many people in the wastes trying to hurt his family.
-Does your character have any mental or physical disabilities? Any health problems?: He has severe anger issues caused by repressed memories of his parents. They are random and can happen at any given time which does not help him during delicate situations. He has a skin condition called eczema which is the loss of pigmentation and dryness of specific areas of the skin. The eczema turns red when he sweats and itches very badly. The only way to help soothe the condition is by applying water or skin cream. The water however will dry it out after it is dried, so the only semi-permanent fix is skin cream. He also as very mild asthma that only kicks in when he has exerted himself for a long period of time. This causes him to wheeze and cough.
-Character Fears: His main fear is decapitations. He gravelly fears this because this is how his parents were executed at the raider labor camp. When he sees someone decapitated he flinches, but does not show his feelings right away. He usually holds them back until he can be alone and lets out his emotions in either a break down into sobbing or by repeatedly punching an object. He also has a slight fear of heights. When he gets near the edge of a tall building or cliff his heart races and he desperately wants to get away from the edge. If he is on a high building, but not near the edge he usually fine.
-DESCRIBE an event where your character is in deep pain: (No *I dodge the raiders arrows*. Write it out.)
*A whip slaps the back of Tj's back*
"Ow! God dammit!" he screams.
"Language Tj," his mother whispers.
"Language? Are you joking? We are being forced into labor by a bunch of thugs and you are worried about language?" Trevor yells.
"Well the least we can do is stay civilized if they won't," she whispers.
"Screw that! If we want to get out of here we need to fight our way out!" he yells again.
"Stop talking!" A raider yells as he cracks his whip again.
"Tj please," his mom whispers under her breath.
"Listen to your mother Tj. Your mother and I are to weak to get out of here anyways," Tj's dad says.
"Don't say that dad. You have always been strong enough to fight," Tj says looking at his dad worried.
"I said stop talking!" The raider yelled as he smacked Tj's back with the whip once more.
"*Tj falls to the ground doubled over in pain and yells,* "What the hell!"
"Still gunna talk eh? Well we'll see about that after this," the raider grabs both of his parents and slams them up against the wall. "Get on your nees!" he yells
"What are you doing!" Tj screams.
"You'll see soon enough you worthless piece of crap. And with that he unsheathed his machete and raised it.
"No, don't!" Tj screamed at the top of his lungs.
The raider swung the machete down and decapitates both of his parents. "Wanna talk now dirt bag?" The raider says with a laugh.
*Tj falls to the ground onto his hands and nees and stares at his parents dead bodies. His mouth hangs agape and he crumbled to the ground.
"You gunna cry *****?" the raider asks Tj.
"You will die," Tj whispers, "You will all die."
"Sure we will," The raider says, "Sure we will."
-A screenshot of your skin: (Please include a picture of the skin being worn, and a png of the skin itself.)
-Other Information:
"I will use ((*)) or brackets to speak in OOC in the local chat if needed or I will get banned!
Not to be annoying but.... my application was over looked its possible that is was so bad it was over-looked for that reason just would like to know if you guys would look at it. its on page 145 i wrote it at 3:00am-5:23am so im hoping that some minor errors would be over looked. If im not accepted i will try it again and again for i am determined to get on this server Becouse it looks Wonderbar! Vindi Vidi Vici! (Wunderbar is German just so you don't think I am crazy :biggrin.gif:)
-Time-Zone/Country of Residence: MST(Arizona)/ United States.
-Do you have a good grip on the English language/good grammar?:I have a vice-grip on the English language; and Grammar.
-Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself:I consider myself a Hardcore gamer, and shell out around 2,000 Every year on my Xbox360 alone; Other than that I have five years of roleplay experience under my belt.
-How much time could you be on the server weekly?:Depending on how great this server is, and how much time I have in the day for my computer and not my Xbox, a Minimum of 1 1/2 Hours on weekdays, 3 Hours on weekends, and come summer, around 4 hours per day.
-How long have you played minecraft?: I honestly have no Idea, whenever the big inflammation of minecraft started (I'm Under the one million mark) that was caused by Seananners and the Machinima team, is when I purchased my copy.
-What do you know about roleplaying? How long have you been doing it? What kind?: Honestly I'm never out of character except around family; I go by the same name on every website/Chat/Game/Game providing software, and all my friends call me my shortened RP name "Artie"./ I've been doing this for Five years. / I started out with competitive fighting Rp, on Xat.com but that got old; so I'm just in for general roleplay with my character that I've had for well around.. six and a half years.
-What do you expect this server will be like?: I expect it to be professional, as that's how it's been described in the original post.
-What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them?: I've been on too many servers to remember; The latest of which is the Creature server, Ran by the Creatures of Youtube; but greifing was so prominent that I've given up on it.
-Have you ever been banned before? if, why? ( Be Honest ): No, I'm a saint and I despise greifing.
-Have you read, understood, and agreed to the rules? What about the lore?: Yes, Yes, and Yes. I will use ((*)) or brackets to speak in OOC in the local chat if needed or I will get banned!
-What is a slime called on this server?: They are "[Unknown]"
-How did you hear about us?: Just scrolled through the forums.
-Will you be willing to download and be active on our Mumble server?: That depends; I'm not going to lug my Triton headset back and forth from my Xbox to the computer every time I turn around; But If I get a new headset, I'll gladly participate.
In-Character:
-Character Name: Artheosis Hazeh ( In formal terms) Commonly called Artic ( to all), or Artie (among close friends.)
-Biography: When I was a boy ( Around the Age of Thirteen) I miscalculated a jump over a large wound in the ground, upon falling my arms found the nearest object to catch my fall. Sadly I swung forward and was impaled by two very sharp shards of metal (presumably from a robot which was crushed by an earthquake long ago.) Upon awaking from bloodloss, I found that I was in the care of an old doctor. He took me back to his hut, just in the nearby town on the other side of the giant crack. He salvaged what nerves weren't killed by the impalement and instated them into two robotic "arms" that were supposed to be part of a suit for the super soldier project, and made some Latex sleeves for my newfound arms so I wouldn't get them jacked by some raiders. Upon growing up in that town I had a few different jobs, one of which was taking care of the herds of SP2 that were found along the nearby craters and Gashes in the earths crust. The other was Bridge building, I can make one hell of a bridge, Enough to support four giants in-fact! I know this because shortly after crying for joy over how it was still suspended the giants proceeded to kill everyone in sight.. I booked it.
Traveling in the wastes is a tough task for one, But I prevailed.. every once in a while I'd meet up with a group of scavengers either wanting food from me, Drugs from me, Hell; Once I had a man ask me for a Xow brain, and in return he would give me a pair of boots. Needless to say I got some pretty nifty boots.. and the man didn't notice I gave him a Xig brain.
During the time around the Bi-Uranium bomb I was sheltered up in a ghost town, I found an old Hat that I've seen once in a book.. they called it a cowboy hat; and it was worn by a law man way back in the day.. I think it was called a Sherit.. or something.. eitherway I made a SP2 Sherit.. that kept me entertained until he short circuited.. then I traded the hat to some kid for some bread. On the day the bomb went off I was just out of the Radiation zone, Upon hearing an explosion I dove into a nearby cellar (Of which smelled of prostitution and Xig afterbirth) and hid out in that little smelly hole for a good week. With my loaf of bread and some Xig meat I stole from a raider camp. I thought everyone was dead, Good thing I peeked up out of my smell hole to find that my area was touched slightly.. And by slightly I mean all the buildings were destroyed and set aflame.. I also found that Sherit hat in the middle of the street.. Poor kid.
-Character Family: None what-so-ever; I abandoned them awhile ago.
-Character Age: Twenty years of age.
-Character Appearance: Well, If you manage to find me without my Gasmask on, I have black medium length hair, and grey eyes; A 6 foot slim/ Slightly muscular build (from building bridges) and two mechanical arms, of which aren't noticeable, I've also tattooed my latex to make is less suspicious. With what skin I do have, it's a dirty olive color.
I wear a grey wifebeater, with a brown short-sleeve dress shirt over it with a black gunsling over top of that, a Pair of Grey leather gloves, which have been patched up with various kinds of leather over the years. I also carry a small USB drive tucked into my belt that carries a hacking software that allows me to hack into Sp2's;( Much like having a walking security camera.) I also adorn a pair of worn leather pants, with simple black boots strapped to my feet.. nothing great, but it does the job.
-Character Personality: (Any fatal flaws?): I tend to drift off from people, normally only siding with the weak or the poor; My sense of fighting the good fight I suppose.. I tend to be very cocky at times aswell, often getting into the whole "I can do anything you can do better" Fights.
-Occupation: Bridgebuilder/ Sp2 caretaker.
-Can your character read or write?: Yes, very well.
-Can your character mine?: No, that would mess up my arms.
-Can your character build? (Holes in the ground do not count.): Can a Sp2 short circuit in the rain causing a massive jolt of static electricity to emit from it; strong enough to lift a D2? Last time I checked it could lift three..
-Can your character fight?: Fairly well with Bows and Axes. I dislike swords though.
-Can your character farm?:Some-what.. I tend to trample my own crops.
-Does your character have any special skills?: My brain overworks scenarios.. I'm a great strategist.
-Does your character have any mental or physical disabilities? Any health problems?: No disabilities unless you call having a pair of strong robotic arms a disability. As for health problems, nothing but a heart murmur.
-Character Fears: Giants. I hate.. Giants.
-DESCRIBE an event where your character is in deep pain: (No *I dodge the raiders arrows*. Write it out.) The male stumbled from the crater in the ground, caused by a short circuited TNT landmine, he had a .308 round between his teeth; biting down on the bullet so hard that he thought his teeth were going to shatter; he looked down to what once was his femur, now jamming out of his leg like a pissed off Fuelbot stuck in some sand, the latex on his hands was torn, and bloodied form the attempts to shove the snapped thigh bone back into it's rightful place although he normally is strong, he couldn't help but sweat and sob from the agonizing pain emitting from his Leg. Each push sent a jolt of pain directly from his body to the point that his brain started to shut down his nerves, he knew he was ****ed but he kept trying to press the bone back into it's rightful place; that is Until he blacked out.
-A screenshot of your skin: (Please include a picture of the skin being worn, and a png of the skin itself.)
-Other Information:I will use ((*)) or brackets to speak in OOC in the local chat if needed or I will get banned!
-Time-Zone/Country of Residence: United States (Eastern)
-Do you have a good grip on the English language/good grammar? Yes
-Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself: I am a fairly new player when it comes to mincraft, but I do try my best to be as civilized and respectable as I can be when interacting with other people. I'm known as a nice person by my peers, and I would never do anything considered inappropriate by many (Like purposefully insult someone, destroy someone else's creation, generally grief). I also do my best when I am given instructions on what to do.
-How much time could you be on the server weekly? Probably one to two hours on the weekdays and twelve hours max on the weekends/holidays
-How long have you played minecraft? I have played minecraft for about a month
-What do you know about roleplaying? How long have you been doing it? What kind? I do know that no matter what, you must always be your character. Even when others break their roles, you should stay vigilant. I have been in one or two other role playing servers where I passed myself off as a traveling contractor who builds houses to people who are able to afford it.
-What do you expect this server will be like? Dark, grisly, filled with death with several ruins of cities dotting the landscape here and there. I also expect that everyone that I meet will have a backstory that I need to discover in order to truly know that character. Also, small settlements with simple areas (No huge castles, etc.)
-What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them? wedoitforfun.servegame.com, Empire-Craft, Honorcraft, After Earth. Several Various reasons including griefing, unrealistic buildings, people killing me for no apparent reason when I'm trying to build an arena, etc.
-Have you ever been banned before? if, why? ( Be Honest ) No, I have not been banned before.
-Have you read, understood, and agreed to the rules? What about the lore? Yes, I have read all of the rules, placed the new names of objects into a notepad so that I do not forget them, and read all 202 years of lore.
-What is a slime called on this server? It is not known what this...thing is....it is something mysterious to everyone.
-How did you hear about us? I saw the server listed on the minecraft forums and believed the premise was an interesting one.
-Will you be willing to download and be active on our Mumble server? So long as I don't get a virus from it and my computer is compatible with it, I am willing to do so.
In-Character:
-Character Name: Garren Morris
-Biography:
Born in 2187 to Helen and Tarry Morris, Garren grew up within a small band of people traveling together. The threat of mutant attacks everlooming, such a precaution was necessary to ensure survival in the post apocalyptic world. Garren grew up as happy as one could be in this depressing setting, and the Morris' even had a second child, Farad, a year following Garren's birth. Garren grew to love his family, and the people he was surrounded by despite the constant drills of hiding within the mines when the warnings were announced to the group. However, by the age of eight, Garren was truly realizing the gravity of his situation.
His utopia slowly vanished, replaced with the knowledge of how hard life truly is for the people. His father died early on in Garren's life and, given the amount of work that Garren had to put in to ensure his and his family's survivals, he never had the time to spend on personal hobbies. Work was all Garren knew, and he knew that work was necessary to survive in the world. Garren quickly grew up, set into a routine that he knew of. He sometimes helped the neighbors whenever he could, aiding them with small chores that would help them prepare for harder times. But little by little, Garren realized that to stay here would be condemning his family to an eternal life of fear and pain. At 22, Garren's life changed with a single chance encounter.
Bringing the crops in from the latest harvest, Garren met a middle-aged man. This man was 46 years of age, and yet he carried about him a certain strength many people had lost so many years ago. Garren asked who he was, and the man replied "Names do not matter in a world like this. I may be dead in a matter of hours, and your knowledge of my name would only make things worse for you. I am merely a traveling man attempting to find someone for an expedition into a village about 100 miles south of here. It was overrun by mutants several days ago, but we have heard stories of survivor's holing up inside the ruins. I am in need of one more person to safely excavate the ruins. You seem like an able bodied young man. Would you be interested in this? Not many people take the words of a person like me very seriously. If you help out, I will provide two xigs and one xow for every year that you help me out. So, what do you say?"
Garren just looked at the man, not knowing what to say. This man seemed to be slightly insane, with his tattered clothes and the healed gash that travelled down his cheek. Then again, two xigs and a xow every year would definitely help his family survive, as the harvest hadn't yielded as much this year. So, with that, Garren fell under the wing of the mysterious man. Now acquaintances, he told Garren that he came from a settlement several thousand miles away and left to help the people of the world survive. Before leaving, he visited his family and told them the news. Helen begged for him not to go, but Garren had made up his mind. This would benefit them all in the long run.
And so, Garren and Olan headed out the next day, travelling south down the path that Olan had taken so many times before. They travel as quickly as they can, though most days they need to seek out shelter from the radiation storms. All in all, it takes them around six months travel. During that time, Olan becomes a tutor for Garen. He teaches him how to survive in this land, and how to hunt with a bow and arrow. He teaches him the history of the land, as was told by his father, as well as how to read and write the language that many of this world know. Garren looks up to him, as the father figure that had been deprived from him so long ago. After the six months, they finally arrived at the village.
Though the mutants have moved on, the raiders have stayed plundering all that they can in this town. Bodies clutter the streets as Garren and Olan look around. The raiders do not notice them, too occupied with the great opportunity of looting about the town. They search the ruins, and discover several groups of people: A family and two kids, a professor, a doctor, a guard. Slowly, but surely, the remnants of the town begin to emerge. Over the next two years, they help the people rebuild the town as it used to be. Though they are never able to bring it back to its former glory, the people do survive. Garren turns 25 in that town.
On a night soon following his birthday, Olan comes to him and gives him a rusty old looking medallion. He says he got it when he was Garren's age, and that he has no more need of it. Garren is touched, and thanks the old man for what he has done for him, and his family. Tears welling up in his eyes, he looks down to the medallion. Suddenly, a bright flash illuminates the darkness. Garren and Olan turn their heads away as a blinding light bursts on the horizon. The sun is not meant to come out for another three hours. Suddenly, the world began to shake, the ground rumbling in a sporadic manner. The ground cracked and split in areas all over the world. Garren fell to the ground, unable to keep his wits about him, and the roaring blast suddenly came crashing through the town. Windows shattered, creatures screamed, everything was in complete disarray. No one could hear, see, or feel anything correctly. Garren closed his eyes and just wished it would end soon.
Eventually, it did. As the sounds of the world came back into his ears and the senses were slowly restored, Garren opened his eyes. The death toll was enormous, many had died when small buildings were blasted miles away by the shockwave. Among the dead was Olan. Standing only three feet away from Garren, Olan was struck through the chest by a single small gear that pushed itself through him and pierced his heart. For the second time in his life, Garren had lost someone close to him. He went to check on Olan, hoping that it wasn't true. Wishing he had done something. If he had just pulled him out of the way, or if he had just done something more. Tears welled up in his eyes as he realized that Olan was gone.
He looked down at the medallion that he held in his hand and remembered that Olan lived for the people. He promised that he would follow Olan in this belief. Garren closed his friend's eyes and stood up. His hardships, however, had just begun. As people looked on towards the mushroom cloud in awe, Garren turned to the landscape before him. Everything more then 10 miles away had been obliterated. nothing but a huge crater remained of what had been a six month journey to him. Through sheer luck, the town had been 30 miles from the very edge of the inferno that would later be described as being "almost 200 miles in radius". As Garren gained his senses, he realized the horrible truth. As the mushroom cloud rose to the north, Garren realized his family, his vilage, had all been obliterated. His friend dead 3 feet to his right, his family and community in the ashes of the explosion 100 miles to the north. He looked up to the stars that dotted the skys and screamed. Having lost everything, he dropped to the ground, fainted, and fell into a deep comatose state.
One year later, Garren woke up. Yet the Garren of the past had changed. He was now void of all feeling, dead inside, and grieving constantly. He is now 26 years old, and the year is 2213.
-[b]Character Family: Before the accident, Garren's family consisted of three other people. Garren does not know much about his mother and father, Helen and Tarry Morris. When he was a young child, Tarry Morris disappeared from Garren's life and was presumed dead by everyone around him. Helen continued to raise her two sons. She believed that you could do anything you set your mind to and went day to day being thankful of everyday that she was alive. Garren's brother, Farad, was the only other family he had. Farad was an ambitious young boy, always imagining exploring the wastes and coming back a hero for the entire group. He was more of a slacker and an imaginative child who would rather be creating things than working hard. Before Garren left, Farad had taken an opportunity to train as a builder amongst the people. Farad told Garren before he left that "You'd better hurry back. Soon, the town will look better than it ever will and I'll build that house we've always wanted." The community was less then 125 miles from the blast area and the fate of those within this community is unknown, though most are presumed dead.
-Character Age: 26
-Character Appearance: A tattered pair of jeans and a dirtied white shirt, Garren's family were given these by their neighbors. Though it is slightly small and very dirty from years of work, it still holds together quite easily. Garren is a male white caucasian with a strong physical build. He has scratches here and there but, overall, he holds himself together pretty well. He wears a pair of worn down leather shoes made by his mother from the hide of softened Xow hide. His hair is brownish-blond, and his eyes are blue. He wears a single rusted medallion he has put on a string and placed around his neck. Being in a coma for a year, he also grew a light brown beard.
-Character Personality: Though in the past he was a happy person, Garren has become very cold to anyone he meets. He prefers to be alone than in the company of others and sometimes stands away and looks up to the stars. In his sleep, he sometimes mumbles cryptic phrases relating to his past. Though he is cold to people initially, he does have personal opinions towards them. He just usually carries them around with himself and doesn't usually open himself up to others. However, the one thing that is most notable about Garren is his need to help those that are in need. In fact, his flaw is that he wishes to help others regardless of personal danger and, in fact, would do ANYTHING to save a person in need. This is easily exploited by evil people who know him to well. Also, despite being cold, he does have a limit. If that limit of abuse and anger building is released, he lashes out at everything. Though he is a skilled fighter, he loses control of himself in this state. He is incredibly predictable and fighting off of pure rage when he fights like this. He also sometimes delves too much into his past, though he tries to ignore it.
-Occupation: One time, he was a farmer. After the explosion though, he is nothing more than another survivor trying to get through each day (AKA he has no occupation in the beginning)
-Can your character read or write? Yes, Olan taught him during the 6 month journey to the city ruins
-Can your character mine? No, he cannot. In fact, he has never touched a pickax in his life. He fears the earth might swallow him whole if he tries to dig into it (Scarred by the earthquake from one year ago).
-Can your character build? No, he does not. Building and imagination were more his brother's things. Garren is more down to earth.
-Can your character fight? Though not truly skilled in the art of fighting, he did learn the basics on using a sword. In a proper fight, though, he would have trouble holding his own. Even worse, if he's angered past his limit, he throws his sword to the ground and loses all control, attempting to fight with his bare hands.
-Can your character farm? Yes. One of the things he can do is farm, though doing so dredges back memories that he would rather not relive.
-Does your character have any special skills? Garren has the ability to utilize a bow and arrow, an art and skill lost to many. Olan happened to be one of the few who knew how to use a bow and passed it on to Garren.
-Does your character have any mental or physical disabilities? Any health problems? He does have one health problem, though it only affects him slightly. Being at that proximity to the second bi-uranium bomb, he did have slight bits of radiation enter his body. Though not harmful, he does sometimes feel slightly ill for no reason (AKA minor radiation poisoning). He was also slightly blinded in his left eye by the intensity of the light that came from the explosion.
-Character Fears: Garren dislikes anywhere under the ground as the earthquake has changed him. However, his one true fear is explosions. The bomb had lasting mental scars on Garren. Though he is calm and cool most of the time, big explosions make him jittery and slightly paranoid. Explosions can go from tnt going off to a Fuelbot detonating. If too many explosions go off at the same time, he loses all his wits and ducks down as he did on the day of the bi-uranium bomb.
-DESCRIBE an event where your character is in deep pain: Standing in the ruins of a city, Garren looks about. There is something familiar about this place, but memories it brings only tear his heart up. The market where he used to hide from his brother's gaze. The field where the SP2s grazed on land long burned away.....sooooo...NO, NO, must not think of the past. I can't think of such things, my....oh god...my brother... Garren falls to the ground as memories sweep across his mind, memories that are overlayed by the bi-uranium bomb that persists to haunt him in his nightmares...Anger...Anger that he couldn't do anything to stop him...A sound? a raider raises his bow, ready to claim another victim that has weakened himself by visiting a place of nostalgia. He has stayed here for several months after the radiation died down, and collected quite a bounty from these stupid people. He raises his bow....Anger....Garren has no pity for this person, killing just for the hell of it....no....he knew that he was only surviving the only way he knew how to, but still....The raider grabs an arrow from his quiver.....he kills the innocent, and robs them......the raider places the end of the shaft onto the string......he doesn't do it for survival, he does it for pleasure, for gain.......String, pulled back to it's maximum strenghth.......HE DOESN'T DESERVE TO LIVE!!!!.....The raider lets go, but Garren is ready. He moves to the left, quickly, feeling the feathers of the arrow breeze his cheek. The raider stands stunned, quickly readying another arrow. Garren reaches for his sword...stops....too easy, to merciful... He turns and runs straight towards the raider. The raider is shaking, getting one more arrow. This person is different, this person is dangerous......Garren runs towards the raider.....the raider raises his bow....Garren grabs the bow, and throws it to the ground. He takes the arrow, buries it into the chest of the raider, feeling his breath flow out of his body....not enough, still angry....Garren punches kicks, knocks him down....Still not enough!!!!....He pushes the raider down, and slams his fist into the face of this strange being, creature, thing.....He slams over and over and over and over and over and.........The raider is dead, he's been dead since the arrow pierced his heart. Garren looks down on this thing and realizes its just another man. A young man at that, though his features have been destroyed by the fist covered in blood at his side. He looks down at the dead young man, looks into his hands, and cups his face with his hands. As the blood settles onto his face, Garren begins to sob.
Please repost the application with the sentence! :biggrin.gif:[/quote]
Alright, thanks for putting up with my stupidity. xD I bet you get a lot of posts like that.
Out-Of-Character:
Minecraft Account Name: Hammerup
-How old are you?: 14, will be 15 in July.
-Time-Zone/Country of Residence: Brazil.
-Do you have a good grip on the English language/good grammar?: I can write, read and hear in english quite well. The only problem I have is with the speaking part. I have an accent when doing it.
-Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself: I am friendly, I have a lot of interest on role-playing, space, playing games and historic wars. I only treat people well if they treat me well, but that doesn't mean I don't like having friends. I don't really complain when bad things happen, I just deal with it.
-How much time could you be on the server weekly?: An average of 6 days per week, 5-6 hours each day.
-How long have you played minecraft?: Since early alpha. I don't remember the exact date of when I bought Minecraft.
-What do you know about roleplaying? How long have you been doing it? What kind?: I play a few Minecraft RPs since a year ago, and I learnt how to roleplay on Minecraft there. But I did play some role-play games for some years. Role playing is acting differently to assume a role, either as a completely different person or as a different version or yourself.
-What do you expect this server will be like?: Interesting, really epic, with actual serious roleplay, which all lead to fun!
-What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them?: I played on many servers, classic and beta. The beta ones which I actively participated were 5. The first one eventually got shut down. The second one also got shut down. 3rd and 4th I left because I had too much stuff to do at the time, but I still visit it sometimes. The 5th one was The Asylum server and I still play on it.
-Have you ever been banned before? if, why? ( Be Honest ): No, I never got banned. Really, I never did.
-Have you read, understood, and agreed to the rules? What about the lore?: Yes. The lore was fun to read too. I like that kind of story.
-What is a slime called on this server?: [Unknown]
-How did you hear about us?: I saw you on the forums.
-Will you be willing to download and be active on our Mumble server?: Yes.
In-Character:
-Character Name: Hugh
-Biography:
(I recommend you read the family part (those that haven't read it yet) before you read this one. The story will make more sense if you do so.)
2180: Hugh has born.
2181-2200: Nothing really special happened. He went to school, he grew up... (and putting a normal person's life until now would be really boring to read) Until he got his first job at the mining company at Mars, "Red Mine".
2201, first half: Hugh came to the company for his first day on the job. Any kind of person could work there, because of their famous Power Pickaxes that made mining way easier. The mine was full of corridors, with rooms on the end of every single one. Shortly after he entered, some guy came to him and said: "Are you the new guy we hired? Good. Now get a pick and get to work. You'll start at the intermediary layers. I think you can do it."
Hugh answered: "What? But I never mined before. I just know the basics. Dig holes, find ores and watch out for lava. That's it."
"Well, you can either start there, or you can already go back home. I think you don't want to go back. Good, now take this map. The mine is at *that* direction and the picks are at *that* direction. Now go."
The other one goes somewhere else.
Hugh looks at the map. It was a mess of random tunnels. Good thing he already knew the directions.
He got his pick and then he started mining. There, he met 2 other miners that became his friends. Their names were Steve (not to be confused with his great-grandfather. And I don't like making names.) and Qwerty, which was popular between 2160 - 2195.
2201, second half: Hugh learnt the mining techniques quickly, and he got experienced. He also got promoted to the lower layer mine. The lower the layer, the better the ores. And better the pay. His other friends also got promoted.
On one of these days, Steve saw something shining on a wall. It was diamonds! Workers that find diamonds get a lot of money! It was really dark there, but oddly, the area around the diamonds was shining. He started mining anyway. But after he hit his pick there, the wall started to crack. He definitively knew what was wrong there.
"LAVA LEAK! Get out now!" One of the miners shouted, just a few seconds later.
Lava was flowing everywhere. Most miners got out, except for Hugh and Steve.
"The lava is coming really fast! I don't think the doors will close before the lava gets through the exit!" Hugh said to Steve. Both were running.
"'l'll fix this! I stay here to put some TNT, so the ceiling gets down and blocks the lava! Easy enough." Steve said.
"Nice idea."
Steve put some TNT on the wall and activated it. Only to see the lava was almost getting him.
"AHHHHHH! GET ME OUT OF HERE!"
Hugh didn't even had the chance to get back in the mine. The TNT exploded and the cave got blocked with him inside.
Year 2202: Steve's death did an impct on Hugh's life. If he was pretending to get killed while saving the mine, it would look poetic, but he wasn't.
Anyway, life moved foward. He got promoted to the bottom layer of the mine, and there he found the biggest Amazonite (Amazonite is the rarest ore on Mars) vein ever, and that made him get promoted to mine supervisioner. Qwerty still was his friend.
Year 2203-2210: Nothing uncommon happened. Hugh got much richer than before.
Year 2211, first half, Month 1-4: The first Martian robots rebel against the humans, due to the work overload imposed to them. Many of them broke from too much work, and the robots started rebelling against the humans because, well, they could either rebel or break from too much work.
Hugh thought the incident wouldn't affect him, because the attacked city was too far from the mine, and because the mine didn't have potentially dangerous robots. He was right... for some time.
But then the rebellions happened on more an more cities... until a rebellion happened in a military base. War robots obliterated the base, and then they broadcasted a signal that made all robots on the planet rebel. These robots had control over other robots in case they needed more robots to fight in a possible war. The humans tried to use the signal to get help against the other robots, but it didn't work at all. This would mean these war robots may had planned the rebellion long before it actually happened.
Year 2211, first half, Month 5: Hugh was inspecting the last bit of the bottom layer mine. Qwerty was working there. Nothing special...
Far away from the mine, a large war robot (with a bunch of of smaller ones) detected a mining facility some kilometers from their location. Since it detected no real threat there, it just launched a bunch of missiles there and it moved towards their target city.
Minutes later, the missiles started to hit the mine.
Hugh heard many loud noises coming from above.
"What is happening up there?" he asked.
"I don't know" Qwerty answered.
Hugh started to recieve messages on his radio.
"SIR, THE MINE IS GETTING HIT BY MISSILES! I DON'T KNOW WHERE ARE THEY COMING FROM, BUT IT JUST DESTROYED THE UPPER LAYER MINE! IT'S ABOUT TO HIT THE MIDDLE MIN- *connection interruped*"
"What was that?" Qwerty asked.
"Do not leave the mine. The robots got us."
Only Hugh and Qwerty survived the explosions.
Year 2211, second half: Extremely strong war robots completely destroy most Martian cities and killed almost all living beings, because Mars' defenses were made only of robots, with estimates that only one millionth of the original population still survives. (around 3000).
Hugh never went ouside since the attack. There was no reason to, the mines were much safer. He started his projects to make an EMP with Qwerty to stop the robots.
Year 2212, second half, day 73:
They tried once. It didn't work. They tried again from scratch. It almost killed them. Most of the time they spent on the mine was done trying to make a functioning EMP. And they're still trying.
Year 2212, second half, day 74: "Maybe if we take this part off, it can wo-"
An explosion ocurred on the other side of the mine.
""ROBOTS! THEY'RE HERE! And they're coming to us! Get the rocket launchers!" Qwerty shouted.
The robots, assuming that the mine was abandoned, were looking for possible energy sources.
"OK, shoot!" Hugh said.
The rockets destroyed the robots quickly, they were attacked off guard.
"Hey, that was easier than I thought." Qwerty said. "But now we have to get out of here. They know we're here."
Hugh answered "*sigh* You''re right. But now we won't be able to make an EMP. The only way we can survive now is to get out of this planet."
Year 2213: After so much time of hiding at night and wandering at day, Hugh and Qwerty found their last chance of survival. A rocket set to go back to Earth on a ancient base! Hugh had no regrets going there, because he thought any place can be better than this place.
But the middle of the flight, the rocket ran out of fuel. They knew it wouldn't have fuel to get there, but they at least had a chance to survive. And the rocket was already moving towards Earth, so they're going to get there anyway. The only problem is that they will crash into Earth.
When they reached Earth's athmosphere, Hugh said: "Well, we're almost there. We can either die, or survive."
"It was either go here or die on Mars-"
They crashed.
An hour later, Hugh woke up. He looked around. The place was completely destroyed, and he saw no life signs around. He stood up, with few injuries. Qwerty couldn't be found anywhere. "He must have died. *sigh*" he thought.
Moments later, Hugh recieved some messages on his radio about some people commenting about what that thing that came from space was. Hugh knew it was his spaceship, but they didn't know what it was. So there IS life here! But Earth seems to have changed a lot! This place looked like the apocalypse had passed around here...
"I have much to find out."
-Character Family:
The year was 2016. America finally finished it's secret plan of colonizing Mars as a secret base for emergencies and for actual colonizing as well. Hugh's great-grandfather, Steve, was one of the chosen astronauts for the mission, along with 500 other people.
2016, Day 1:
Steve was at his bed, getting ready for tomorrow, when the launch begins. He had a mostly lonely life, with no wife or chidren, he only had his older brother George, which was also going with him to the mission. He didn't have much holding him back on Earth. He wanted to be a hero, one of the pleople that reached Mars and sucessfully colonized it, and to be written on history forever! He was tired, so he couldn't stay awake for much longer.
2016, Day 2:
Steve, already inside the enormous rocket made only to go to Mars, and not to come back, looked around; he saw the best scientists from the western half of the world, which Steve already knew why. The Americans wanted to develop new technologies on the colony, and do experiments on a different planet. He also saw specially trained people, each gorup of people trained for a specific part of the colony. Actually, the only 2 astronauts there were Steve and Geroge, along with some other astronaut that was going to be the captain of the ship..
LAUNCH IN 5, 4, 3, 2, 1... LAUNCH!
In a short moment, they already were in orbit.
2016, Day 118: Steve wakes up. Another day on the spaceship.
But something different seems to be happening on the main room. George seems to be at a discussion with the other people of the spaceship. Steve starts to abserve the conversation from a distance.
"We can make a new life there! We can start humanity from scratch! So many things that were done wrong back on Earth! We can finally fix that and create the best civilization ever! But the people on Earth will hold us back with their wars and corruption! We must declare indenpendecy!" George said.
Steve was impressed. He didn't know his own brother also had dreams of changing history! And he agreed with him too!
But then, another person which Steve remembers him as the captain of the ship.
"No! We can't do that! Humanity may still have a chance! And with our aid, they can survive!"
It was a confict of people with dreams. Which may change their future.
And the crew of the ship was divided, with each half defending George's and the captain's arguments.
"Let's see, and you'll understand what I am trying to tell you." George said.
Year 2017, before America runs out of oil:
Steve and the rest of the people finally arrived at Mars.
There were no problems during the landing.
Year 2019:
The colonization was already finished, and it was fledging. They upgraded drastically the robots that came with them, and they built even more of them, and the industry and commerce was growing quickly.. The colony also heard the news about Earth, and they found it quite worring, but they didn't do much about it. about Steve got a wife there, and he also got a son, which he named Bouapha. Sadly, Steve died soon after because of sun radiation, so George took care of his son.
Year 2023, first half:
The people on mars heard about the worrying news that is happening on Earth. And the tension between George and the the captain was growing since that day on the spaceship. But now, with the end of the UN, it took a large leap. The situation grew to the point that the population, which was now ten thousand (because one of their main plans on colonization was to increase the population as quick as possible), was divided into two parts: The ones that wanted independecy, and the ones who were loyal to America.
Year 2023, second half, Month 1:
There was lots of discussion between George, which was leading the half of the population which wanted indepedency, and the the captain led the other half.
They had no choice but to declare war on each other.
A week after war was declared, robot production increased drastically.
Year 2023, second half, Month 2:
[war summary]
First war robots sent for battle.
Loyalist city was damaged due to lack of defenses, but the attack was repelled.
Year 2023, second half, Month 3:
Highly upgraded robots were sent against each other.
Damages on the terrain of the battlefield were huge, but there were few casualites.
Year 2023, second half, Month 4:
Constant attacks on the rebel city.
Attacks are repelled, but the defenses may not endure for too long.
Year 2023, second half, Month 5:
Surprise attack against the loyalists.
Loyalist city completely destroyed.
Rebels won.
Year 2024: It was the time to declare indepency. George, chosen to be the leader of Mars, was awaiting for communication with Earth. They got an answer shortly after. The American President himself answered it.
"We didn't receive any news about anyone from the colony for years! You were disobeying my orders to send news about the colony every week! We need your help, and now!"
George replied, "I will say this only once, and after this message, all communications with Earth will be ended. I declare indepedency, and from now on this nation will not offer help, or obey the USA. Transmission ended."
USA couldn't afford to send troops or robots to Mars because of the war.
Bouapha wasn't affected by the war direcly, so he is having a good childhood.
Year 2053: Things seem good as ever. Bouapha, now an adult, has married and soon expects a new son. Mars' population is now 500 million.
Year 2083: From what we see, things have changed a lot on Earth. The recent robot attacks that came from Earth on Mars proves it. But the Martian robots are much better for combat, so the attacking robots prove no threat.
Martian technology is very advanced now.
Bouapha's son, wishing for a longer life, freezes himself for the future.
Year 2140: Mars' population is now 3 billion.
Year 2170: Bouapha's son unfreezes himself, and a week later he gets a nice job, he gets a girlfriend 1 year later, 5 years later he gets married, and 4 years later (2180) his son, Hugh, is born.
(Now you should read the bio part.)
-Character Age:
33.
-Character Appearance:
Astronaut wear, because Hugh couldn't bring any other clothes with him.
-Character Personality: (Any fatal flaws?):
He is friendly, and will help when not feeling selfish. He also is a peaceful person, unless attacked. If he gets attacked, he will probably get enraged, but he may still accept a truce.
-Occupation:
Used to be the mining supervisioner on the Martian Mine.
-Can your character read or write?:
Yes, he went to school on his childhood.
-Can your character mine?:
Yes, he understands how the mining process works, and he mined stuff himself before being promoted.
-Can your character build? (Holes in the ground do not count.):
He knows the basics on underground tunnels.
-Can your character fight?:
He knows the basic of using ranged weapons, so he can defend himself from the robots on Mars. He learnt how to shoot with his friend Qwerty after the mine got destroyed.
-Can your character farm?:
No, he never tried it out.
-Does your character have any special skills?:
Since he is experienced on mining, he is experienced with explosives too.
-Does your character have any mental or physical disabilities? Any health problems?:
No, because if he had any, he couldn't even get to Earth anyway.
-Character Fears:
Radiation. The people on Mars (also) had serious problems with it on the beginning. The radiation shortened the average life length on Mars by some years due to cancer.
-DESCRIBE an event where your character is in deep pain: (No *I dodge the raiders arrows*. Write it out.)
Hugh fell on the ground - he was shot when running from the robots. He couldn't feel the pain, but from the looks of it he knew he may not be able to survive this one. A slight burning feeling came from the wound, and his vision was getting blurred, but before he got unconsious, he saw some explosions near the robots coming from somewhere. He almost found another person. Almost. So many months of wandering and hiding, looking for other survivors, and when he almost was fnally finding one, he gets shot. And before getting unconsious, he thought:
"I hate my life."
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-Other Information: I will use ((*)) or brackets to speak in OOC in the local chat if needed or I will get banned! Also, I really don't want to sound like I'm bribing, but I wanted to donate to the Asylum Server, but then I thought that it didn't deserve it much, so I was going to donate to Prisoncraft, but the server was down, so I looked for another server, so found this one. It looked really fun, so I will donate 20$ when I start playing. I also really had fun writing up the story! :biggrin.gif: I hope I can get whitelisted this time.
Out-Of-Character:
-Minecraft Account Name: DareRiver
-How old are you?: 15
-Time-Zone/Country of Residence: Eastern Standard Time (GMT -5), USA
-Do you have a good grip on the English language/good grammar?: Yes I do. I could write paragraphs for you just to prove that I have good spelling and grammar.
-Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself: I'm a geeky girl who can't live without music. I love drawing, gaming, and my lovable cats, no matter how annoying they can get at times. Oh, and the main reason I'm here: I love RPing and Minecraft.
-How much time could you be on the server weekly?:I could be on daily, but the amount of time every day depends on what my schedule for the day is like. I'm home schooled, so I have more free time than most my age, but not all the time in the world.
-How long have you played minecraft?: Someone introduced it to me and I bought it in February, so about four months.
-What do you know about roleplaying? How long have you been doing it? What kind?: I've usually done my RPs on paper or in emails with one person since she introduced it to me almost three years ago. They were more of a romantic angst dramatic filled RPs, but they were still great to us. As far as what I know about it? I'm not quite sure what you mean by that question, but I'll answer it in the way that I interpreted it. I know that roleplaying can actually teach us life lessons that we wouldn't have ever experienced without it and everyone with you. I also know what format I like to RP in. xD I use (( [insert OOC speach here] )), and I usually use - [action] - to imply actions, but Minecraft has the /me command.
-What do you expect this server will be like?: I expect the unexpected, and nothing else.
-What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them?: This would be my first time in an RP server, actually. But for the other servers, I left them because they didn't make me feel like I belong there, like I needed to prove that I'm part of the 'family' before that happened.
-Have you ever been banned before? if, why? ( Be Honest ): No. I'm proud to say that I've never been banned before.
-Have you read, understood, and agreed to the rules? What about the lore?: Yes, I have read the rules thoroughly, and I find the story very interesting, and challenging at the same time. It's what caught my attention to this in the first place.
-What is a slime called on this server?: [Unknown] (I did that without looking too.)
-How did you hear about us?: I saw a banner in someone's signature and thought it should be worth a shot to look at.
-Will you be willing to download and be active on our Mumble server?: I'm willing, but the problem is that right behind my back yard, there are train tracks, and they go by constantly. I can mute my microphone when it goes by, but I don't want to be a bother if I forget to or someone just doesn't want to put up with it.
In-Character:
-Character Name: Mana Arianell
-Biography: Well... I can't remember anything before a month ago. I woke up in a dingy rotten barn and realized that I didn't recognize where I was, or even who I was. I was terrified, almost on the brink of tears until I felt something shift in my pocket. I reached into it and felt around for it's contents, fishing out a small piece of paper and a small, oval shaped silver pendant. I observed the pendant for a moment and found that it had a small keyhole on it. Expecting to have the key to it, I stuck my hand back down in my pocket only to find nothing, and then tried and failed to pry it open. I decided to give up and try to find the key later, and opened up the note. This is what it said:
I know that when you wake up and read this, you'll hardly believe what's going on, but I'll try to explain as much as I can before I run out of time. Your name is Mana Arianell, and you've turned 19 today (4/16). It is the year 2213, and the world is recovering from many years of war, destruction, and pollution. With you, you should have a locket. Keep it safe, don't open it, and don't let anyone know you have it. I can't tell you why right now, but I will sometime in the near future. Not directly though. I'll leave you another note soon. I wish you the best, and wait for me.
The writing was small, and almost illegible, but I couldn't help but feel like I've seen it before. I sat there for a while, thinking about the note and who might have left it for me. More importantly, who left me there? It's supposedly a rotting world and this person just left me there?! My hatred grew, but at the same time so did my sadness. I laid myself back down and started to cry. I cried so long, it began to hurt, and I could feel the sleep tugging at my eyelids. I tried to fight it off, but eventually I drifted to sleep. I had horrible nightmares. I couldn't even begin to describe them, everything was just so horrid and terrible. People were being killed by these monsters right in front of me, and I couldn't get to them in time to save them....
When I woke up the next morning, I didn't move for a while. My mind was in a haze, and I couldn't think clearly. For a while, I just sat there and thought about nothing, and then all at once, as if on que, a flood of thoughts rushed into my head. As I sat there trying to collect my thoughts, I realized that I'd have to fend for myself, and just trust that whoever this person is would leave me another note. So, here I am, a month later, still alive and as well as I can be with amnesia, and still waiting for another note.
-Character Family: All I have is the guy who wrote the note, whoever he is.
-Character Age: 19, apparently.
-Character Appearance:
Brown hair, small compared to most people. As far as I can see, I have no scars. I have cyan eyes, fair olive skin. As far as body fat goes, I consider myself average, but I guess to the starving people around me I'm chubby. I have a belt that has a few places to keep stuff in, but I keep the pendant around my neck and tucked under my dress.
-Character Personality: (Any fatal flaws?): I'm suspicious of everyone, and tend to stay away from people I don't know. I don't know who to trust. I have found that I can be very sneaky. I've taken a loaf of bread and some type of meat from someone before. The first time I didn't get caught, but the second time the guy chased me. Soon after, though, I managed to hide and lose him.
-Occupation: I hate to say it, but I'm a thief until I can find something else to do.
-Can your character read or write?: Yes.
-Can your character mine?: I haven't tried to yet... ((Eventually, yes, but not at the beginning.))
-Can your character build? (Holes in the ground do not count.): I've managed to gather some broken wooden planks and make a temporary hut out of it.
-Can your character fight?: I've tried, and I almost got myself beat to death. Note to self, don't make people angry. Just leave them alone, and you'll be fine.
-Can your character farm?: I found a seed and planted it in the ground next to my hut. It seems to be doing okay, it sprouted out of the ground this morning. It's a weird color though...
-Does your character have any special skills?: I can run fast and hide well. I guess that could be called stealthy?
-Does your character have any mental or physical disabilities? Any health problems?: I have a huge case of amnesia, duh.
-Character Fears: Being alone for the rest of my life. I don't want to sit around and wait for someone to roll up and be there for me, but who can I trust?
-DESCRIBE an event where your character is in deep pain: (No *I dodge the raiders arrows*. Write it out.)
I was walking through an alley, looking for anything that could possibly be edible. Up ahead, I see a trash can, and run up to it, hoping to find something to curb the hunger. I must have been making too much noise, because the door beside it opened. I didn't notice, as I was too busy trying to find something, anything to eat, but as the large, burly man stepped out of the threshold, I felt an impending doom, like I didn't belong there. Like a bat out of hell, I made a run for it as soon as I saw him pick a brick up. Thankfully, he wasn't able to grab me, but I soon found out that he could aim well. I felt the brick collide with my leg and screamed out, falling to the ground in pain. It was excruciating, to say the least. My whole leg was throbbing in a sharp, stabbing pain. I could have sworn that he broke my leg. Even so, I got back up and ran, each step sending a jolt of pain up through my leg into my hip, and I didn't stop until I reached the inside of my temporary hut and threw myself against the wall, squeezing my eyes shut and panting hard. I clenched my teeth shut and pried my eyes open to survey the damage. There was already a lot of swelling and bruising, and blood was dripping from the wound. Upon this registering in my mind, I ripped off two pieced of my dress, wadded up one and put it in my mouth, and used the other to bandage the wound tightly, biting down hard on the cloth and screaming into it in pain. I felt myself on the edges of unconsciousness, but I fought to stay awake long enough to tie the knot as one more jolt of stabbing agonizing pain went through my leg, and I blacked out.
-A screenshot of your skin: (Please include a picture of the skin being worn, and a png of the skin itself.)
-Other Information:
I will use ((*)) or brackets to speak in OOC in the local chat if needed or I will get banned!
Also! It will take a while before I'll actually be able to get on the server. I have chores to do, and I have to take care of those first. :smile.gif:
Out-Of-Character:
Minecraft Account Name:Webemperor
-How old are you?: 19
-Time-Zone/Country of Residence: Middle East
-Do you have a good grip on the English language/good grammar?: Not really bad, I could make some spelling or grammar mistakes, but I could say what I try to say
-Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself: I'm kinda friendly and helpfull.
-How much time could you be on the server weekly?: 4-5 hours in a day.
-How long have you played minecraft?: Since Indev I think.
-What do you know about roleplaying? How long have you been doing it? What kind?: I was roleplaying mostly in games such as Fallout or other Roleplaying games. I was doing it since 3-4 years ago.
-What do you expect this server will be like?: Pure Survival
-What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them?: I played on some Towny servers, but they weren't fun, so I left them
-Have you ever been banned before? if, why? ( Be Honest ): I was banned for once for something that my friend done to pull me a prank.
-Have you read, understood, and agreed to the rules? What about the lore?: I agree on all of the rules, also readed lore 1-2 times.
-What is a slime called on this server?: [Unknown]
-How did you hear about us?: From Minecraft forums
-Will you be willing to download and be active on our Mumble server?: I will.
In-Character:
-Character Name: Nierro Shifterr
-Biography: I was born in 2188.I don't know anything about place I born.My family was traders which was kinda wealthy.My brother learned how to fight from my brother and I learned how to be a doctor from books that I found in the wasteland.Later, when I became 13, my family joined to a Faction.Faction was called Dawn Brigade.
In Faction, I befriended with another person who knew something about being a doctor, North Eden. He was in nearly same age as I was. He thought me about being a doctor and surviving through wastes.He was kind also had reflexes of a tiger and eyes of an eagle. He could hit a crow that is 200m away easily with a bow.
In a battle against another faction, me and North were chosen to be medics in the battle. We aided the soldiers and get them medical help during fight. My brother was also fough in the front lines in that battle. But when enemies destroyed the line that White was worked, they killed him brutally.
When battle ended I learned killed 60 enemy soldier by the bomb he got on him, which he attached to himself at the start of the battle.That moment, I felt myself miserable. I did not much to aid my comrades. Even my brother played a key role in victory.
After White's death, I felt lonely and lonely. Everyone was amazed how I beared the stress of a battle. But, well it wasn't making me any better. And In every major battle, It made me fell worse.
Faction was growing bigger and bigger every single day.But in time, our Faction gained new enemies.Our leader was getting old, so a new leader was needed. Most of the people appointed my brother, who were a really good fighter also really smart.
In time our parents became older and older.In May 2212 they died on a trade mission. So our old Leader ordered me and my brother to retrieve our parent's corpses. Also he thinked that it was a challenge to prove that my brother is ready to become leader.
During the mission, we entered a cave. Cave was dark so we didn't know where we was going. I heard something so I unsheated my sword but a strange bug attacked us from behind. When I looked behind, bug throw a liquid on my eyes, I became blind that way. Then my brother attacked the bug and killed it.
So we eventually found what we were looking for and returned. But on our way, somekind of earthquake happened, and when we came back, all our faction was destroyed. So we continued to find where we belonged, in the wastes. Until that incident (The Painfull event part)
-Character Family: Only Brother.
-Character Age: 36
-Character Appearance: All body covered with bandages, wears a hood.Because of an unknown reason, his eyes became red.
-Character Personality: (Any fatal flaws?): Calm and quick. Kills anyone whitout hesitation who calls him a freak or such.
-Occupation: Not really a doctor. More likely half scavenger, half-Doctor
-Can your character read or write?: both
-Can your character mine?: Not much, he could mine stones, coals and Irons.But can't go any further than that.Reason for that is he scared to die. He could die by falling from a underground cliff, or falling into lava.
-Can your character build? (Holes in the ground do not count.): Yes, he could build a little house or a big base.He loves building things. He sees building things as a nature gift.
-Can your character fight?: Yes.Thanks to his brother's body, He could easily fight a raider or a mutant.
-Can your character farm?: No.
-Does your character have any special skills?:Good as a doctor and a fighter
-Does your character have any mental or physical disabilities? Any health problems?: No
-Character Fears:Fears death really much.
-DESCRIBE an event where your character is in deep pain: (No *I dodge the raiders arrows*. Write it out.)
I was walking with my brother for miles and hours. It's been awhile since we saw this big sandstorm. Then my brother shouted and said there was somekind of 'gate' . I thought It was a Vault, It was. My brother said that we should enter. When we entered, I heard some strange noises but I didn't it was something serious. Suddenly, something attacked me out of nowhere. It seemed like a mutant who was attacked me. My brother quickly attacked the mutant adn killed him. But there were more mutants that's coming. My ribcage was crushed by first attack. I was hardly breathing. Suddenly a mutant attacked with its claw. Last thing I saw was that my brother sacrificing himself. His blood scattered over everywhere. Then he killed the last mutant. Finally, his body hit the ground. Quickly, I took my brother half-dead body with me with my last strength, searching for medical equipment. Then I found a room which had strange eqiupment in it. I put my brother in a strange cabin named 'Fusioner'. Then I entered the other cabin without knowing it. Suddenly, I felt a pain that no like other. I screamed like crazy but I can't heard a think. Then after some minutes, when I got out of cabin, I felt that my brother's and my bosy was somehow 'fused'! His body and mine, his strength and mine, and his intelligence was one. And his pain too. I could finally see. But my body was 'stranger' than before, so I covered it with alot of bandages. Then I screamed for a time. Tears dropped from my face, feelling the pain of the operation, I felt numb, and hit the floor, unconscionus.
-A screenshot of your skin: (Please include a picture of the skin being worn, and a png of the skin itself.)
-Other Information: Please don't keep your attention at my spelling or grammar mistakes, english not is my mother language ^^
I will use ((*)) or brackets to speak in OOC in the local chat if needed or I will get banned
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Went back and saw this.... I live in the suburbs out of the city. :DD
"Nietzsche is dead." - God
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Added to the whitelist!
Gonna look it up soon!
Wow dude your hardcore as hell about this ****!
You sound like the best roleplayers out there man!
But still the skin looks really bad. I suggest just to find a good looking skin that fits the theme! :biggrin.gif:
Why did I get denied?
Man don't even ask me. Go and look at the ones that are accepted and you might understand it!
Out-Of-Character:
-Minecraft Account Name: epicfailure1
-How old are you?: 16
-Time-Zone/Country of Residence: U.S.A
-Do you have a good grip on the English language/good grammar?: Yes.
-Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself: uhh, well... I'm in to computer repair and programming. Im just starting out so all I really know is how to troubleshoot and fix hardware problems. I also f*cking LOVE video games. :I
-How much time could you be on the server weekly?: Almost every day.
-How long have you played minecraft?: About 7 months
-What do you know about roleplaying? How long have you been doing it? What kind?: I know a lot about role playing. I used to play WoW in an extreme RP guild... -.- I am a nerd.
-What do you expect this server will be like?: I certainly hope it will be fun! I love post-apocalyptic themes to anything really. Also I love Fallout. Which sounds like A LOT like this btw... Rob co. -> Robo co.?
-What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them?: Mostly just plain old survival servers and a few creative ones. I have played on a RP server before but they were VERY laid back about it.
-Have you ever been banned before? if, why? ( Be Honest ): Never banned, but kicked quiet a few times. Some joking around and some because I was actually breaking rules. I ALWAYS have a good reason for breaking rules, not that there should be ._., I'm not just being a ****.
-Have you read, understood, and agreed to the rules? What about the lore?: I have read the rules and I definitely agree with them. I find the lore pretty similar to fallout but *AHEM* it is very interesting, I like it.
-What is a slime called on this server?: [Unknown]
-How did you hear about us?: I was scrolling through minecraft forums when I saw this.
-Will you be willing to download and be active on our Mumble server?: Haven't heard of it but sure. I don't have a microphone sooo I'll just have to listen.
In-Character:
-Character Name: Jack Whinstein
-Biography: I am a hardened farm boy who has been searching for his brother for about 7 months. My brother, Joey, went missing during a brutal lightning storm that caught both of us by surprise. I ran quickly to the nearest place I could to get out of the open. When I had time to even think I realized that my brother wasn't with me. I looked around praying that he managed to find cover. I saw him running just over a near-by hill with a large rock on it. I tried yelling but he couldn't hear me over the storm. When the storm cleared up I ran to the hill, I saw no sign of him. For the next few weeks a recklessly roamed the wasteland screaming his name in hope to find him.
-Character Family: Just me and my brother, my parents died when I was only 13. They were taken by a large group of raiders.
-Character Age: 19
-Character Appearance: Rough skin, a boyish face, and many cuts and scars from the relentless wastelands of the world.
-Character Personality: (Any fatal flaws?): It takes a lot to gain trust from me. I hate humanity both for what it has done to the world and that it was humanity that brought the fall of my parents. Bottom line, stay away from me unless you want to get hurt.
-Occupation: Farmer/fighter. I know a lot about the art of fighting, a can fight off 20 raiders with a stick.
-Can your character read or write?: A bit, I learn mostly from any pre-war books I find in the wasteland.
-Can your character mine?: Yes, I have had some mining projects in my time.
-Can your character build? (Holes in the ground do not count.): Yes, mostly small outposts and shacks.
-Can your character fight?: Yes, very well.
-Can your character farm?: Yes, I am a farmer after all.
-Does your character have any special skills?: I am very good at tracking and I definitely have a skill for hand-to-hand combat.
-Does your character have any mental or physical disabilities? Any health problems?: Aside from radiation exposure, no. Unless you count very pissed off all the time as a disability.
-Character Fears: Not many, I have seen the wasteland inside and out and I have not seen anything that strikes fear in me. well... maybe giants... I have heard legends about them.
-DESCRIBE an event where your character is in deep pain: (No *I dodge the raiders arrows*. Write it out.) I once was scouting around for food and other supplies when a mutant came out of nowhere and tore my leg up pretty bad. I started to crawl to the building I was scouting out and began yelling for my brother. Luckily he was just in shouting distance, however by the time he got to me I was close to bleeding out. But with his medical skills he managed to get me back on my feet and carry me back to a safe place and save my leg. I couldn't get up for a few weeks but we managed to get by.
-A screenshot of your skin: (Please include a picture of the skin being worn, and a png of the skin itself.) I don't know how to upload an image that I made my self... uuhh.. well it looks like a wastelander from fallout 3 and it has a face-mask on.
-Other Information: I will use ((*)) or brackets to speak in OOC in the local chat if needed or I will get banned! True dat.
Also, I can't help but keep thinking "Where's the port number?!" every time I look at the IP. xD
EDIT: Oh, and Just letting you know, I'm not able to use Mumble. For some reason it amplifies my microphone WAYYY too much and produces feedback, so I'm using Teamspeak.
Out-Of-Character: Trevor
Minecraft Account Name: tjdrago
-How old are you?: 16
-Time-Zone/Country of Residence: Eastern Standard -5/USA
-Do you have a good grip on the English language/good grammar?:English is my native tongue
-Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself:I'm very creative and innovative. I have been a gamer for about 4 years. My strengths would be math and science when it comes to school subjects.
-How much time could you be on the server weekly?:5-7 days a week, evenings
-How long have you played minecraft?:for about 8 months
-What do you know about roleplaying? How long have you been doing it? What kind?:I know role playing is when you act out what you are doing and develop your character over time. I have been role playing for 3 years on garrys mod, half-life 2 death match and WoW
-What do you expect this server will be like?:A almost fallout like map with serious players
-What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them?:I run my own server and got bored because i had built basically everything i could. Other than that i played swisscraft and left because they were jerks
-Have you ever been banned before? if, why? ( Be Honest ):no
-Have you read, understood, and agreed to the rules? What about the lore?:yes, and i read the lore all the way through
-What is a slime called on this server?:living nuclear waste creature
-How did you hear about us?:my friend
-Will you be willing to download and be active on our Mumble server?:yes
In-Character:
-Character Name:Tj Drago
-Biography: Born on August 16, 2197 to a family who roamed the wastes with a largely militarized group of people. We settled in one place for more than a week. We would scavenge what we could from the surrounding area and move on. Some nights we stayed in caves the men of our tribe, I guess you could call it, dug out. We traveled through towns and looked for food, water, and most of all ammo. The nights we were caught out in the darkness were spent fighting the hordes of monstrosities trying to kill us. One of two usually died in those battles, but they rarely happened.
When I was 16 we finally settled down in a semi-safe place; an abandoned police station. The station still had running water and MRE rations from before the war. The electricity had gone out, so e still had to use the torches we had been carrying around since before I could remember. There were bunks in the back of the station to sleep on and when we saw them we were the happiest people on this god forsaken earth. We hadn’t seen an intact bed in years and to lay down and actually sleep soundly for once in our lives was amazing.
When we had stayed there for 6 months and it had a sense of permanence my mother and a few other women we were with started a small farm by the stream not too far behind the station. She tried to teach me how to farm, but I never really payed attention. The only thing I ever really understood was the sugar cane and that was because I had a major sweet tooth.
When I was 19 we finally ran out of supplies at the station and with nowhere close to go get more we had to leave. We roamed for 4 days before we finally found a small town to get some food and water. It was a small welcoming community that told us we could stay there for a few days if we’d liked. Man I wish we hadn’t. That night, while we were all asleep, a large group of raiders came to the town. I woke up while I was being dragged out of my bed and I could hear people screaming all around me. I had no idea what was happening and when I was dragged outside of the building we were staying at I could see a good majority of the buildings around me being burned. The rest of the night was mostly obscure. All I remember was being thrown into a wagon of sorts and taken off somewhere.
The next morning I woke up shackled to a wall in a long building. My parents were across from me in the same state as I was. A good 75 people were all chained to the wall up and down the aisle. A man with tires on his shoulders came into the room and yelled, “All of you have been taken by the Raptors. You are currently in one of our labor camps. We will work you until you cannot work anymore then work you some more. This is not a place of refuge, it is a place where you work or die. You will be released and sent into the quarry within the next hour.” And with that he left us. I don’t know how long it was before we were released to go outside, but I do know when we went outside the sun was so bright it was blinding. The quarry was situated between two huge mountains. The cliff faces acted like natural barriers to keep the prisoners in. The next 6 months were pure hell for my family and I. All we did was stay close to one another and try to avoid attention.
One day in mid-July we were working in the quarry and I just got fed up with it. I tried to talk my parents into escaping with me, but they were just too weak. When a guard heard me he told me to stop talking and when I refused he did the unthinkable. He raised his machete and decapitated both of my parents with one swoop of his blade. I collapsed in agony and it was at that moment I swore revenge on all who affiliated themselves with the Raptors. That night I got my cuffs off with a bobby pin and snuck out of our bunk room. I went to the main entrance and killed both of the guards. I took what I could from them and fled the camp. I roamed for another 3 months before I ended up where I am now. And where I am is… well… here.
-Character Family: My father was one of the leaders of our group and he was a strong and courageous person. My mom was fairly strong hearted, but was not physically strong. She tried the best she could to care for and nurture me.
-Character Age:20
-Character Appearance: Six foot two, one hundred ninety-five pounds. Medium length blond hair and green eyes. Always wearing a gas mask to protect him from the toxic air. Wears a worn out tactical vest taken from the police station to help buffer blows during hand to hand combat. Wears paintball pants found in a store with built-in nee-pads. To protect his arms he has arm wraps wrapped around his fore-arms to protect his skin condition called eczema and shield his skin from the environment. He wears combat boots also scavenged from the police station that are a size 14, he has fairly large feet.
-Character Personality: (Any fatal flaws?): Strong hearted and helpful. He will help you do odd jobs and tasks if you ask him nicely and tell him what it is beforehand. He is in good physical shape despite lack of nutrition. He is mostly mentally well aside from bursts of anger. The bursts of anger are caused by the withheld emotions from his parents deaths. This anger has gotten him into trouble before. Only talks when necessary or when around people he is comfortable with. Although he will acknowledge your presence with a curt nod or hello. He also gets annoyed fairly easily.
-Occupation: Free Lance Mercenary
-Can your character read or write?: He has never needed to read nor write, but his mother taught him how anyways seeing as it might be a useful skill one day. He can read basic to moderate words and sentences and can write basic sentences.
-Can your character mine?: He has had to make holes in mountains to stay the night in because of lack of shelter. He is also in good physical condition, so he is fairly good at mining. Another reason he is good at mining is because he was forced to mine at the Raptor labor camp.
-Can your character build? (Holes in the ground do not count.): He has only ever built basic structures out in the wastes such as small hits and other small structures. He never settled down so he never built a large house to settle down in.
-Can your character fight?: His fighting is his strongest asset seeing as how he grew up with a militaristic family. He can use ranged weapons better than most people he has met and is an amazing marksman. His melee weapons skills are lacking because he has only ever used them as a last resort. His hand to hand combat skills are also very good. One of his father’s friends that travelled with their group taught him how to defend himself using a mix of different martial arts. He tends to get in brawls a lot and this skill comes in handy.
-Can your character farm?: He can’t farm very well seeing as how he has always been a scavenger. His mother taught him to grow sugar cane, but nothing else. He has also never had the need to grow things such as wheat because they were always moving and never had the chance.
-Does your character have any special skills?: My character is very good with all ranged weapons seeing as how he grew up using one on a day to day basis. He has killed many people in the wastes trying to hurt his family.
-Does your character have any mental or physical disabilities? Any health problems?: He has severe anger issues caused by repressed memories of his parents. They are random and can happen at any given time which does not help him during delicate situations. He has a skin condition called eczema which is the loss of pigmentation and dryness of specific areas of the skin. The eczema turns red when he sweats and itches very badly. The only way to help soothe the condition is by applying water or skin cream. The water however will dry it out after it is dried, so the only semi-permanent fix is skin cream. He also as very mild asthma that only kicks in when he has exerted himself for a long period of time. This causes him to wheeze and cough.
-Character Fears: His main fear is decapitations. He gravelly fears this because this is how his parents were executed at the raider labor camp. When he sees someone decapitated he flinches, but does not show his feelings right away. He usually holds them back until he can be alone and lets out his emotions in either a break down into sobbing or by repeatedly punching an object. He also has a slight fear of heights. When he gets near the edge of a tall building or cliff his heart races and he desperately wants to get away from the edge. If he is on a high building, but not near the edge he usually fine.
-DESCRIBE an event where your character is in deep pain: (No *I dodge the raiders arrows*. Write it out.)
*A whip slaps the back of Tj's back*
"Ow! God dammit!" he screams.
"Language Tj," his mother whispers.
"Language? Are you joking? We are being forced into labor by a bunch of thugs and you are worried about language?" Trevor yells.
"Well the least we can do is stay civilized if they won't," she whispers.
"Screw that! If we want to get out of here we need to fight our way out!" he yells again.
"Stop talking!" A raider yells as he cracks his whip again.
"Tj please," his mom whispers under her breath.
"Listen to your mother Tj. Your mother and I are to weak to get out of here anyways," Tj's dad says.
"Don't say that dad. You have always been strong enough to fight," Tj says looking at his dad worried.
"I said stop talking!" The raider yelled as he smacked Tj's back with the whip once more.
"*Tj falls to the ground doubled over in pain and yells,* "What the hell!"
"Still gunna talk eh? Well we'll see about that after this," the raider grabs both of his parents and slams them up against the wall. "Get on your nees!" he yells
"What are you doing!" Tj screams.
"You'll see soon enough you worthless piece of crap. And with that he unsheathed his machete and raised it.
"No, don't!" Tj screamed at the top of his lungs.
The raider swung the machete down and decapitates both of his parents. "Wanna talk now dirt bag?" The raider says with a laugh.
*Tj falls to the ground onto his hands and nees and stares at his parents dead bodies. His mouth hangs agape and he crumbled to the ground.
"You gunna cry *****?" the raider asks Tj.
"You will die," Tj whispers, "You will all die."
"Sure we will," The raider says, "Sure we will."
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"I will use ((*)) or brackets to speak in OOC in the local chat if needed or I will get banned!
Out-Of-Character:
-Minecraft Account Name:Artichazeh
-How old are you?: Sixteen
-Time-Zone/Country of Residence: MST(Arizona)/ United States.
-Do you have a good grip on the English language/good grammar?:I have a vice-grip on the English language; and Grammar.
-Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself:I consider myself a Hardcore gamer, and shell out around 2,000 Every year on my Xbox360 alone; Other than that I have five years of roleplay experience under my belt.
-How much time could you be on the server weekly?:Depending on how great this server is, and how much time I have in the day for my computer and not my Xbox, a Minimum of 1 1/2 Hours on weekdays, 3 Hours on weekends, and come summer, around 4 hours per day.
-How long have you played minecraft?: I honestly have no Idea, whenever the big inflammation of minecraft started (I'm Under the one million mark) that was caused by Seananners and the Machinima team, is when I purchased my copy.
-What do you know about roleplaying? How long have you been doing it? What kind?: Honestly I'm never out of character except around family; I go by the same name on every website/Chat/Game/Game providing software, and all my friends call me my shortened RP name "Artie"./ I've been doing this for Five years. / I started out with competitive fighting Rp, on Xat.com but that got old; so I'm just in for general roleplay with my character that I've had for well around.. six and a half years.
-What do you expect this server will be like?: I expect it to be professional, as that's how it's been described in the original post.
-What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them?: I've been on too many servers to remember; The latest of which is the Creature server, Ran by the Creatures of Youtube; but greifing was so prominent that I've given up on it.
-Have you ever been banned before? if, why? ( Be Honest ): No, I'm a saint and I despise greifing.
-Have you read, understood, and agreed to the rules? What about the lore?: Yes, Yes, and Yes. I will use ((*)) or brackets to speak in OOC in the local chat if needed or I will get banned!
-What is a slime called on this server?: They are "[Unknown]"
-How did you hear about us?: Just scrolled through the forums.
-Will you be willing to download and be active on our Mumble server?: That depends; I'm not going to lug my Triton headset back and forth from my Xbox to the computer every time I turn around; But If I get a new headset, I'll gladly participate.
In-Character:
-Character Name: Artheosis Hazeh ( In formal terms) Commonly called Artic ( to all), or Artie (among close friends.)
-Biography: When I was a boy ( Around the Age of Thirteen) I miscalculated a jump over a large wound in the ground, upon falling my arms found the nearest object to catch my fall. Sadly I swung forward and was impaled by two very sharp shards of metal (presumably from a robot which was crushed by an earthquake long ago.) Upon awaking from bloodloss, I found that I was in the care of an old doctor. He took me back to his hut, just in the nearby town on the other side of the giant crack. He salvaged what nerves weren't killed by the impalement and instated them into two robotic "arms" that were supposed to be part of a suit for the super soldier project, and made some Latex sleeves for my newfound arms so I wouldn't get them jacked by some raiders. Upon growing up in that town I had a few different jobs, one of which was taking care of the herds of SP2 that were found along the nearby craters and Gashes in the earths crust. The other was Bridge building, I can make one hell of a bridge, Enough to support four giants in-fact! I know this because shortly after crying for joy over how it was still suspended the giants proceeded to kill everyone in sight.. I booked it.
Traveling in the wastes is a tough task for one, But I prevailed.. every once in a while I'd meet up with a group of scavengers either wanting food from me, Drugs from me, Hell; Once I had a man ask me for a Xow brain, and in return he would give me a pair of boots. Needless to say I got some pretty nifty boots.. and the man didn't notice I gave him a Xig brain.
During the time around the Bi-Uranium bomb I was sheltered up in a ghost town, I found an old Hat that I've seen once in a book.. they called it a cowboy hat; and it was worn by a law man way back in the day.. I think it was called a Sherit.. or something.. eitherway I made a SP2 Sherit.. that kept me entertained until he short circuited.. then I traded the hat to some kid for some bread. On the day the bomb went off I was just out of the Radiation zone, Upon hearing an explosion I dove into a nearby cellar (Of which smelled of prostitution and Xig afterbirth) and hid out in that little smelly hole for a good week. With my loaf of bread and some Xig meat I stole from a raider camp. I thought everyone was dead, Good thing I peeked up out of my smell hole to find that my area was touched slightly.. And by slightly I mean all the buildings were destroyed and set aflame.. I also found that Sherit hat in the middle of the street.. Poor kid.
-Character Family: None what-so-ever; I abandoned them awhile ago.
-Character Age: Twenty years of age.
-Character Appearance: Well, If you manage to find me without my Gasmask on, I have black medium length hair, and grey eyes; A 6 foot slim/ Slightly muscular build (from building bridges) and two mechanical arms, of which aren't noticeable, I've also tattooed my latex to make is less suspicious. With what skin I do have, it's a dirty olive color.
I wear a grey wifebeater, with a brown short-sleeve dress shirt over it with a black gunsling over top of that, a Pair of Grey leather gloves, which have been patched up with various kinds of leather over the years. I also carry a small USB drive tucked into my belt that carries a hacking software that allows me to hack into Sp2's;( Much like having a walking security camera.) I also adorn a pair of worn leather pants, with simple black boots strapped to my feet.. nothing great, but it does the job.
-Character Personality: (Any fatal flaws?): I tend to drift off from people, normally only siding with the weak or the poor; My sense of fighting the good fight I suppose.. I tend to be very cocky at times aswell, often getting into the whole "I can do anything you can do better" Fights.
-Occupation: Bridgebuilder/ Sp2 caretaker.
-Can your character read or write?: Yes, very well.
-Can your character mine?: No, that would mess up my arms.
-Can your character build? (Holes in the ground do not count.): Can a Sp2 short circuit in the rain causing a massive jolt of static electricity to emit from it; strong enough to lift a D2? Last time I checked it could lift three..
-Can your character fight?: Fairly well with Bows and Axes. I dislike swords though.
-Can your character farm?:Some-what.. I tend to trample my own crops.
-Does your character have any special skills?: My brain overworks scenarios.. I'm a great strategist.
-Does your character have any mental or physical disabilities? Any health problems?: No disabilities unless you call having a pair of strong robotic arms a disability. As for health problems, nothing but a heart murmur.
-Character Fears: Giants. I hate.. Giants.
-DESCRIBE an event where your character is in deep pain: (No *I dodge the raiders arrows*. Write it out.) The male stumbled from the crater in the ground, caused by a short circuited TNT landmine, he had a .308 round between his teeth; biting down on the bullet so hard that he thought his teeth were going to shatter; he looked down to what once was his femur, now jamming out of his leg like a pissed off Fuelbot stuck in some sand, the latex on his hands was torn, and bloodied form the attempts to shove the snapped thigh bone back into it's rightful place although he normally is strong, he couldn't help but sweat and sob from the agonizing pain emitting from his Leg. Each push sent a jolt of pain directly from his body to the point that his brain started to shut down his nerves, he knew he was ****ed but he kept trying to press the bone back into it's rightful place; that is Until he blacked out.
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Application
Out-Of-Character:
-Minecraft Account Name: Choconight
-How old are you? 17
-Time-Zone/Country of Residence: United States (Eastern)
-Do you have a good grip on the English language/good grammar? Yes
-Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself: I am a fairly new player when it comes to mincraft, but I do try my best to be as civilized and respectable as I can be when interacting with other people. I'm known as a nice person by my peers, and I would never do anything considered inappropriate by many (Like purposefully insult someone, destroy someone else's creation, generally grief). I also do my best when I am given instructions on what to do.
-How much time could you be on the server weekly? Probably one to two hours on the weekdays and twelve hours max on the weekends/holidays
-How long have you played minecraft? I have played minecraft for about a month
-What do you know about roleplaying? How long have you been doing it? What kind? I do know that no matter what, you must always be your character. Even when others break their roles, you should stay vigilant. I have been in one or two other role playing servers where I passed myself off as a traveling contractor who builds houses to people who are able to afford it.
-What do you expect this server will be like? Dark, grisly, filled with death with several ruins of cities dotting the landscape here and there. I also expect that everyone that I meet will have a backstory that I need to discover in order to truly know that character. Also, small settlements with simple areas (No huge castles, etc.)
-What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them? wedoitforfun.servegame.com, Empire-Craft, Honorcraft, After Earth. Several Various reasons including griefing, unrealistic buildings, people killing me for no apparent reason when I'm trying to build an arena, etc.
-Have you ever been banned before? if, why? ( Be Honest ) No, I have not been banned before.
-Have you read, understood, and agreed to the rules? What about the lore? Yes, I have read all of the rules, placed the new names of objects into a notepad so that I do not forget them, and read all 202 years of lore.
-What is a slime called on this server? It is not known what this...thing is....it is something mysterious to everyone.
-How did you hear about us? I saw the server listed on the minecraft forums and believed the premise was an interesting one.
-Will you be willing to download and be active on our Mumble server? So long as I don't get a virus from it and my computer is compatible with it, I am willing to do so.
In-Character:
-Character Name: Garren Morris
-Biography:
Born in 2187 to Helen and Tarry Morris, Garren grew up within a small band of people traveling together. The threat of mutant attacks everlooming, such a precaution was necessary to ensure survival in the post apocalyptic world. Garren grew up as happy as one could be in this depressing setting, and the Morris' even had a second child, Farad, a year following Garren's birth. Garren grew to love his family, and the people he was surrounded by despite the constant drills of hiding within the mines when the warnings were announced to the group. However, by the age of eight, Garren was truly realizing the gravity of his situation.
His utopia slowly vanished, replaced with the knowledge of how hard life truly is for the people. His father died early on in Garren's life and, given the amount of work that Garren had to put in to ensure his and his family's survivals, he never had the time to spend on personal hobbies. Work was all Garren knew, and he knew that work was necessary to survive in the world. Garren quickly grew up, set into a routine that he knew of. He sometimes helped the neighbors whenever he could, aiding them with small chores that would help them prepare for harder times. But little by little, Garren realized that to stay here would be condemning his family to an eternal life of fear and pain. At 22, Garren's life changed with a single chance encounter.
Bringing the crops in from the latest harvest, Garren met a middle-aged man. This man was 46 years of age, and yet he carried about him a certain strength many people had lost so many years ago. Garren asked who he was, and the man replied "Names do not matter in a world like this. I may be dead in a matter of hours, and your knowledge of my name would only make things worse for you. I am merely a traveling man attempting to find someone for an expedition into a village about 100 miles south of here. It was overrun by mutants several days ago, but we have heard stories of survivor's holing up inside the ruins. I am in need of one more person to safely excavate the ruins. You seem like an able bodied young man. Would you be interested in this? Not many people take the words of a person like me very seriously. If you help out, I will provide two xigs and one xow for every year that you help me out. So, what do you say?"
Garren just looked at the man, not knowing what to say. This man seemed to be slightly insane, with his tattered clothes and the healed gash that travelled down his cheek. Then again, two xigs and a xow every year would definitely help his family survive, as the harvest hadn't yielded as much this year. So, with that, Garren fell under the wing of the mysterious man. Now acquaintances, he told Garren that he came from a settlement several thousand miles away and left to help the people of the world survive. Before leaving, he visited his family and told them the news. Helen begged for him not to go, but Garren had made up his mind. This would benefit them all in the long run.
And so, Garren and Olan headed out the next day, travelling south down the path that Olan had taken so many times before. They travel as quickly as they can, though most days they need to seek out shelter from the radiation storms. All in all, it takes them around six months travel. During that time, Olan becomes a tutor for Garen. He teaches him how to survive in this land, and how to hunt with a bow and arrow. He teaches him the history of the land, as was told by his father, as well as how to read and write the language that many of this world know. Garren looks up to him, as the father figure that had been deprived from him so long ago. After the six months, they finally arrived at the village.
Though the mutants have moved on, the raiders have stayed plundering all that they can in this town. Bodies clutter the streets as Garren and Olan look around. The raiders do not notice them, too occupied with the great opportunity of looting about the town. They search the ruins, and discover several groups of people: A family and two kids, a professor, a doctor, a guard. Slowly, but surely, the remnants of the town begin to emerge. Over the next two years, they help the people rebuild the town as it used to be. Though they are never able to bring it back to its former glory, the people do survive. Garren turns 25 in that town.
On a night soon following his birthday, Olan comes to him and gives him a rusty old looking medallion. He says he got it when he was Garren's age, and that he has no more need of it. Garren is touched, and thanks the old man for what he has done for him, and his family. Tears welling up in his eyes, he looks down to the medallion. Suddenly, a bright flash illuminates the darkness. Garren and Olan turn their heads away as a blinding light bursts on the horizon. The sun is not meant to come out for another three hours. Suddenly, the world began to shake, the ground rumbling in a sporadic manner. The ground cracked and split in areas all over the world. Garren fell to the ground, unable to keep his wits about him, and the roaring blast suddenly came crashing through the town. Windows shattered, creatures screamed, everything was in complete disarray. No one could hear, see, or feel anything correctly. Garren closed his eyes and just wished it would end soon.
Eventually, it did. As the sounds of the world came back into his ears and the senses were slowly restored, Garren opened his eyes. The death toll was enormous, many had died when small buildings were blasted miles away by the shockwave. Among the dead was Olan. Standing only three feet away from Garren, Olan was struck through the chest by a single small gear that pushed itself through him and pierced his heart. For the second time in his life, Garren had lost someone close to him. He went to check on Olan, hoping that it wasn't true. Wishing he had done something. If he had just pulled him out of the way, or if he had just done something more. Tears welled up in his eyes as he realized that Olan was gone.
He looked down at the medallion that he held in his hand and remembered that Olan lived for the people. He promised that he would follow Olan in this belief. Garren closed his friend's eyes and stood up. His hardships, however, had just begun. As people looked on towards the mushroom cloud in awe, Garren turned to the landscape before him. Everything more then 10 miles away had been obliterated. nothing but a huge crater remained of what had been a six month journey to him. Through sheer luck, the town had been 30 miles from the very edge of the inferno that would later be described as being "almost 200 miles in radius". As Garren gained his senses, he realized the horrible truth. As the mushroom cloud rose to the north, Garren realized his family, his vilage, had all been obliterated. His friend dead 3 feet to his right, his family and community in the ashes of the explosion 100 miles to the north. He looked up to the stars that dotted the skys and screamed. Having lost everything, he dropped to the ground, fainted, and fell into a deep comatose state.
One year later, Garren woke up. Yet the Garren of the past had changed. He was now void of all feeling, dead inside, and grieving constantly. He is now 26 years old, and the year is 2213.
-[b]Character Family: Before the accident, Garren's family consisted of three other people. Garren does not know much about his mother and father, Helen and Tarry Morris. When he was a young child, Tarry Morris disappeared from Garren's life and was presumed dead by everyone around him. Helen continued to raise her two sons. She believed that you could do anything you set your mind to and went day to day being thankful of everyday that she was alive. Garren's brother, Farad, was the only other family he had. Farad was an ambitious young boy, always imagining exploring the wastes and coming back a hero for the entire group. He was more of a slacker and an imaginative child who would rather be creating things than working hard. Before Garren left, Farad had taken an opportunity to train as a builder amongst the people. Farad told Garren before he left that "You'd better hurry back. Soon, the town will look better than it ever will and I'll build that house we've always wanted." The community was less then 125 miles from the blast area and the fate of those within this community is unknown, though most are presumed dead.
-Character Age: 26
-Character Appearance: A tattered pair of jeans and a dirtied white shirt, Garren's family were given these by their neighbors. Though it is slightly small and very dirty from years of work, it still holds together quite easily. Garren is a male white caucasian with a strong physical build. He has scratches here and there but, overall, he holds himself together pretty well. He wears a pair of worn down leather shoes made by his mother from the hide of softened Xow hide. His hair is brownish-blond, and his eyes are blue. He wears a single rusted medallion he has put on a string and placed around his neck. Being in a coma for a year, he also grew a light brown beard.
-Character Personality: Though in the past he was a happy person, Garren has become very cold to anyone he meets. He prefers to be alone than in the company of others and sometimes stands away and looks up to the stars. In his sleep, he sometimes mumbles cryptic phrases relating to his past. Though he is cold to people initially, he does have personal opinions towards them. He just usually carries them around with himself and doesn't usually open himself up to others. However, the one thing that is most notable about Garren is his need to help those that are in need. In fact, his flaw is that he wishes to help others regardless of personal danger and, in fact, would do ANYTHING to save a person in need. This is easily exploited by evil people who know him to well. Also, despite being cold, he does have a limit. If that limit of abuse and anger building is released, he lashes out at everything. Though he is a skilled fighter, he loses control of himself in this state. He is incredibly predictable and fighting off of pure rage when he fights like this. He also sometimes delves too much into his past, though he tries to ignore it.
-Occupation: One time, he was a farmer. After the explosion though, he is nothing more than another survivor trying to get through each day (AKA he has no occupation in the beginning)
-Can your character read or write? Yes, Olan taught him during the 6 month journey to the city ruins
-Can your character mine? No, he cannot. In fact, he has never touched a pickax in his life. He fears the earth might swallow him whole if he tries to dig into it (Scarred by the earthquake from one year ago).
-Can your character build? No, he does not. Building and imagination were more his brother's things. Garren is more down to earth.
-Can your character fight? Though not truly skilled in the art of fighting, he did learn the basics on using a sword. In a proper fight, though, he would have trouble holding his own. Even worse, if he's angered past his limit, he throws his sword to the ground and loses all control, attempting to fight with his bare hands.
-Can your character farm? Yes. One of the things he can do is farm, though doing so dredges back memories that he would rather not relive.
-Does your character have any special skills? Garren has the ability to utilize a bow and arrow, an art and skill lost to many. Olan happened to be one of the few who knew how to use a bow and passed it on to Garren.
-Does your character have any mental or physical disabilities? Any health problems? He does have one health problem, though it only affects him slightly. Being at that proximity to the second bi-uranium bomb, he did have slight bits of radiation enter his body. Though not harmful, he does sometimes feel slightly ill for no reason (AKA minor radiation poisoning). He was also slightly blinded in his left eye by the intensity of the light that came from the explosion.
-Character Fears: Garren dislikes anywhere under the ground as the earthquake has changed him. However, his one true fear is explosions. The bomb had lasting mental scars on Garren. Though he is calm and cool most of the time, big explosions make him jittery and slightly paranoid. Explosions can go from tnt going off to a Fuelbot detonating. If too many explosions go off at the same time, he loses all his wits and ducks down as he did on the day of the bi-uranium bomb.
-DESCRIBE an event where your character is in deep pain: Standing in the ruins of a city, Garren looks about. There is something familiar about this place, but memories it brings only tear his heart up. The market where he used to hide from his brother's gaze. The field where the SP2s grazed on land long burned away.....sooooo...NO, NO, must not think of the past. I can't think of such things, my....oh god...my brother... Garren falls to the ground as memories sweep across his mind, memories that are overlayed by the bi-uranium bomb that persists to haunt him in his nightmares...Anger...Anger that he couldn't do anything to stop him...A sound? a raider raises his bow, ready to claim another victim that has weakened himself by visiting a place of nostalgia. He has stayed here for several months after the radiation died down, and collected quite a bounty from these stupid people. He raises his bow....Anger....Garren has no pity for this person, killing just for the hell of it....no....he knew that he was only surviving the only way he knew how to, but still....The raider grabs an arrow from his quiver.....he kills the innocent, and robs them......the raider places the end of the shaft onto the string......he doesn't do it for survival, he does it for pleasure, for gain.......String, pulled back to it's maximum strenghth.......HE DOESN'T DESERVE TO LIVE!!!!.....The raider lets go, but Garren is ready. He moves to the left, quickly, feeling the feathers of the arrow breeze his cheek. The raider stands stunned, quickly readying another arrow. Garren reaches for his sword...stops....too easy, to merciful... He turns and runs straight towards the raider. The raider is shaking, getting one more arrow. This person is different, this person is dangerous......Garren runs towards the raider.....the raider raises his bow....Garren grabs the bow, and throws it to the ground. He takes the arrow, buries it into the chest of the raider, feeling his breath flow out of his body....not enough, still angry....Garren punches kicks, knocks him down....Still not enough!!!!....He pushes the raider down, and slams his fist into the face of this strange being, creature, thing.....He slams over and over and over and over and over and.........The raider is dead, he's been dead since the arrow pierced his heart. Garren looks down on this thing and realizes its just another man. A young man at that, though his features have been destroyed by the fist covered in blood at his side. He looks down at the dead young man, looks into his hands, and cups his face with his hands. As the blood settles onto his face, Garren begins to sob.
-A screenshot of your skin: http://www.photobucket.com/minecraftgarren
-Other Information: Oh yeah, he also hates raiders. They're selfish and only take pleasure in killing others.
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