I have been with this community since Middle-earth roleplaying and through RTA, so I have no doubts this server will be as good or even better as the previous ones :3
It will be better than the previous ones. Especially the lessons we learned from Road to Ages, where there were more than a few errors. Not just in the management of the server, but economy, lore, events, etc.
And in following with the great traditions of the minecraft forums...
this is a fixed version of my application....hope you like it
Your In Game Name (IGN): marboy1 (hope i get acepted....been member since the Lord of the rings server )
Your Time Zone (GMT): GTM +1 (oslo)
Your Character’s Name: John Reinfield
Your Character’s Class: Soldier
Your Character's Nationality: Irish
Your Character’s Age: 37
Your Character’s Profession: fighterr
Your Character's Goals: Be one of the best soldiers in the army
Your Character's Fears: Get kicked out from the army
Your Character’s Biography: John always loved to fight with weapons. He started to hit his dad with sticks when he was 2 years old, and tried to kill his mother with a thing that looked like a rusty knife.
But when he was four, his mother gave John away to a poor man called Dardan. Dardan was a good soldier. Dardan had worked his way up to the captain rang in the british army. Dardan learned Jonh to wield a sword as himself. John learned fast, just as Dardan did. John started to like Dardan more and more...So he started to call Dardan for his dad.
14 years later**
When John was 18. He joined the army, but it wasn't like he wanted it to be... He was set to clean and repair weapons for the army. But he knew that one day he would be a great soldier.
When he turned 36, he had worked all his way up to be a captain. Now he were the same rank as Dardan . But one day, Dardan were sent to a last battle before he was retired.
John waited long for Dardan to return home, but five days later it knocked at the door.... Two wounded men stood outside. Here is what they said:
"Dardan was a good man. A great captain, and a good friend. We are sorry to tell you that he is dead."
John sent the two men away and cried for days, and when he turned 37, he left the army and moved to the city of Rigenhelm.
There he will try to join the army again, and start all over in his life. He started to love this new life, but he didn't know which adventure who was waiting for him.
It will be better than the previous ones. Especially the lessons we learned from Road to Ages, where there were more than a few errors. Not just in the management of the server, but economy, lore, events, etc.
And in following with the great traditions of the minecraft forums...
BUMP!
The most beautiful thing about Road To Age was that it was a such a great test server. We got so much out of the short time the server was up. In fact, I feel like it was really important that the Rp server happened. Without it, Project Horror would not be what it is like today. Now that we have people from LotL, RoA, and WDF...We will all be joined together once more this this fantastic experience.
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"Lingering in the shadows...Stay true to my path.
I will not follow any king! Only lead my own ambitions."
Your Character’s Profession: Bartender/Soldier (Any job I can grab for money)
Your Character's Goals: Get Money, Board A Boat, Dont Hurt Anyone, Lay Low, Control Short Temper, start a new life, Survive.
Your Character's Fears: Making Friends, Losing Everything Again. (Read Bio For Explanation)
Your Character’s Biography:
There are a few things I remember from my father. Pain, wine, misery. He was a hated man in our hometown. He would leave to go to the tavern around noon and wouldn't come back until around midnight. He would leave me to the mercy of the streets. I could have died out there and he wouldn't have given two shits. One time when he had left me he didn't come back for a long time. After a while, I wandered outside. It was bright outside and dad hadn't come back. I crawled through the streets of my hometown looking for some sort of a sanctuary. Next thing I knew i was being carried by a young man who had brought me into his house. He gave me a warm bath, clothes, and food. His name was Conner Smith. He was my the only person who really cared about me. He taught me right from wrong, taught me how to play the piano, he taught me how to be me. When I had the chance, I joined the ranks of the british army. I was a fine soldier. I did what I was told and didn't talk to anyone I wasn't suppose to. I eventually met a nice woman and settled down. Her name was Johanna and she was beautiful. We had two lovely girls, and together with Connor, made the happiest family in Britain. One night while Johanna was making dinner, someone knocked on the door. It was a young boy no more than eight. His parents left him on the streets and never returned. I called down Connor and we both decided to let him in. After all, Connor did it for me. He had dinner with us and told us marvelous stories of his ragtag friends and his hilarious adventures. We let him stay the night but agreed that in the morning, Connor and I would try and get him a job. Connor was almost 60 now, and told me he couldn't be happier of who I had become. That night, my door had slowly slid open. I was guessing it was one of the girls afraid of the dark, so I ignored it. I heard the floor creek, then a hiss from a blade. I instinctively grabbed the pistol from under the bed (It was always loaded just incase) and I shot the figure without even thinking. The figure fell and i felt a hot liquid crawl down my back. I noticed another figure behind the one I had just shot, and it fell to. I got up and lit the candle next to me. I picked it up and examined the figures. I was in shock. Johanna's throat had been slit, blood was pulsing from the cut. The first figure was the young boy. I had shot him directly in the chest One of his hands had expensive pottery in it, MY expensive pottery, and the other had a small knife covered in blood. He was a theif. A murderer. I looked behind the boy to see connor with a small flintlock pistol in his hand. I had shot him too. They were all dead. I ran to the girls room, but it was no diffrent. Blood, slit throats, death. Scared, I ran outside. I had failed. They were all dead. Tears trickled down my face as I ran to no particular direction. I tripped and stayed where I was, laying on the ground like a forgotten doll. I cried and cried and couldn't get myself up. If i had any sort of weapon, I would have killed myself on the spot. I became nothing in mere seconds. I stayed in the slums, not daring to go near the house again. I knew they would accuse me of murder and would kill me. I blamed humanity. People were so ignorant and selfish. To kill and steal. Connor raised me from the streets. I had trusted that boy. I trusted him! He took away everything! I grew a short temper and could never look another person in the eye again. It was like that for a good year. Wine, pain, misery. Then I realized, I had become my father. Conner, Johanna. They wouldn't have wanted this. I am a good person. I can do good. I traveled to a small port named Rigenhelm. There I will get money, Board a boat to America, and start a new life. I'll get as many jobs as I can handle and get away from this accursed place. I will survive. (Sorry for the lengthy story. I wanna do better than last time)
Guys, if you really want to bump the server without making it sooo obvious, make applications be posted on both sites. Just saying.BTW when will whitelist be annoucned.
Guys, if you really want to bump the server without making it sooo obvious, make applications be posted on both sites. Just saying.BTW when will whitelist be annoucned.
The whitelist is posted on our site because we prefer you to apply on the site. That way we know that you not only know where you can find us for the quickest updates, but that you have registered and will be a part of our community. So please, go check there!
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"Lingering in the shadows...Stay true to my path.
I will not follow any king! Only lead my own ambitions."
If you want to join any of the unique, awesome and awesomely unique player-made RP groups that are being formed for the server, here's a link to the thread in the UC forums with a list of the groups and their members: Link.
It's a good idea to check it out. Aside from letting you know about all the different groups you can join to enhance your RP, it also gives some good examples of more RPed classes that use the official classes' abilities as tools rather than be defined by them. There's a theatre group, a newspaper, a plantation, and even a treasure hunting team.
Anyway, down to why we're really here today. BUMP!
Your Character’s Profession: Soldier/Painter. always loves to paint, but art isn't popular from where he comes from. joined the army to make some money.
Your Character's Goals: To make money for his poor family, and keep them safe.
Your Character's Fears: Supernatural, things that shouldnt be real. doors closing with no one there, small things that just don't add up.
Your Character’s Biography:
Chester Pilgrim was 15 when he lost his brother to a deadly desease. this changed him, and people were worried about him. Chester got this idea that he died because of money. if they had money they could have saved him, paying for the hospital and medicine.he and his family, which was his mother, father, sister, grandma, grandpa, and uncle, all lived together in a small cabin. Chester mourned over the loss of his brother for the next 2 years, making small money off farming and painting. he caught wind of an upcoming war, and thought of payment. rumors were joining the army made lots of money, and Chester needed that. but he was only 17, you had to be 18 to join the army he knew. But that didn't stop him. Chester kept coming up with plans and his family noticed something was very wrong with Chester when they heard him mumbling in his sleep about the army. they knew he was very sad and angry over the loss of his brother, and he put the blame on himself. they often told him it wasn't his fault, there was nothing he could do. he didn't listen to them and took all the pain onto himself. One night he thought of a way to get in. he would request to join the army and wear a fake beard, and dress like an older man. then he would put paper in his shoes written 18 on them, so he wouldn't be lying when they asked "What age are you on?" and he would reply "18" lying was disgraceful where he came from, but money was worth lying for he thought. He followed his plan exactly, and he managed to get into the camp. There he became a fine swords master, and a finer archer. He thought he fit in well, but he was worried over his family, and never stopped thinking of his brother once. he hoped that if he made money in this war, he could help other families and his own in time of need. Sadly, he was alright with the alternative, which was dying in the war and joining his brother. he was fine with both which is why his family was terrible worried and thought Chester made a big mistake joining the army. All they could do now was wait and hope for the right thing to happen.
And in following with the great traditions of the minecraft forums...
BUMP!
Your In Game Name (IGN): marboy1 (hope i get acepted....been member since the Lord of the rings server )
Your Time Zone (GMT): GTM +1 (oslo)
Your Character’s Name: John Reinfield
Your Character’s Class: Soldier
Your Character's Nationality: Irish
Your Character’s Age: 37
Your Character’s Profession: fighterr
Your Character's Goals: Be one of the best soldiers in the army
Your Character's Fears: Get kicked out from the army
Your Character’s Biography: John always loved to fight with weapons. He started to hit his dad with sticks when he was 2 years old, and tried to kill his mother with a thing that looked like a rusty knife.
But when he was four, his mother gave John away to a poor man called Dardan. Dardan was a good soldier. Dardan had worked his way up to the captain rang in the british army. Dardan learned Jonh to wield a sword as himself. John learned fast, just as Dardan did.
John started to like Dardan more and more...So he started to call Dardan for his dad.
14 years later**
When John was 18. He joined the army, but it wasn't like he wanted it to be... He was set to clean and repair weapons for the army. But he knew that one day he would be a great soldier.
When he turned 36, he had worked all his way up to be a captain. Now he were the same rank as Dardan . But one day, Dardan were sent to a last battle before he was retired.
John waited long for Dardan to return home, but five days later it knocked at the door.... Two wounded men stood outside. Here is what they said:
"Dardan was a good man. A great captain, and a good friend. We are sorry to tell you that he is dead."
John sent the two men away and cried for days, and when he turned 37, he left the army and moved to the city of Rigenhelm.
There he will try to join the army again, and start all over in his life. He started to love this new life, but he didn't know which adventure who was waiting for him.
Rang, Really?
And your character can't know about werewolves.
The most beautiful thing about Road To Age was that it was a such a great test server. We got so much out of the short time the server was up. In fact, I feel like it was really important that the Rp server happened. Without it, Project Horror would not be what it is like today. Now that we have people from LotL, RoA, and WDF...We will all be joined together once more this this fantastic experience.
I will not follow any king! Only lead my own ambitions."
^This.
Remember, you also must post the application on the UC forums (so we know you have the website, since the news about the server will be given there).
Your Time Zone (GMT): Eastern Standard Time
Your Character’s Name: Lewis Anderson
Your Character’s Class: Soldier
Your Character's Nationality: Britain
Your Character’s Age: 32
Your Character’s Profession: Bartender/Soldier (Any job I can grab for money)
Your Character's Goals: Get Money, Board A Boat, Dont Hurt Anyone, Lay Low, Control Short Temper, start a new life, Survive.
Your Character's Fears: Making Friends, Losing Everything Again. (Read Bio For Explanation)
Your Character’s Biography:
There are a few things I remember from my father. Pain, wine, misery. He was a hated man in our hometown. He would leave to go to the tavern around noon and wouldn't come back until around midnight. He would leave me to the mercy of the streets. I could have died out there and he wouldn't have given two shits. One time when he had left me he didn't come back for a long time. After a while, I wandered outside. It was bright outside and dad hadn't come back. I crawled through the streets of my hometown looking for some sort of a sanctuary. Next thing I knew i was being carried by a young man who had brought me into his house. He gave me a warm bath, clothes, and food. His name was Conner Smith. He was my the only person who really cared about me. He taught me right from wrong, taught me how to play the piano, he taught me how to be me. When I had the chance, I joined the ranks of the british army. I was a fine soldier. I did what I was told and didn't talk to anyone I wasn't suppose to. I eventually met a nice woman and settled down. Her name was Johanna and she was beautiful. We had two lovely girls, and together with Connor, made the happiest family in Britain. One night while Johanna was making dinner, someone knocked on the door. It was a young boy no more than eight. His parents left him on the streets and never returned. I called down Connor and we both decided to let him in. After all, Connor did it for me. He had dinner with us and told us marvelous stories of his ragtag friends and his hilarious adventures. We let him stay the night but agreed that in the morning, Connor and I would try and get him a job. Connor was almost 60 now, and told me he couldn't be happier of who I had become. That night, my door had slowly slid open. I was guessing it was one of the girls afraid of the dark, so I ignored it. I heard the floor creek, then a hiss from a blade. I instinctively grabbed the pistol from under the bed (It was always loaded just incase) and I shot the figure without even thinking. The figure fell and i felt a hot liquid crawl down my back. I noticed another figure behind the one I had just shot, and it fell to. I got up and lit the candle next to me. I picked it up and examined the figures. I was in shock. Johanna's throat had been slit, blood was pulsing from the cut. The first figure was the young boy. I had shot him directly in the chest One of his hands had expensive pottery in it, MY expensive pottery, and the other had a small knife covered in blood. He was a theif. A murderer. I looked behind the boy to see connor with a small flintlock pistol in his hand. I had shot him too. They were all dead. I ran to the girls room, but it was no diffrent. Blood, slit throats, death. Scared, I ran outside. I had failed. They were all dead. Tears trickled down my face as I ran to no particular direction. I tripped and stayed where I was, laying on the ground like a forgotten doll. I cried and cried and couldn't get myself up. If i had any sort of weapon, I would have killed myself on the spot. I became nothing in mere seconds. I stayed in the slums, not daring to go near the house again. I knew they would accuse me of murder and would kill me. I blamed humanity. People were so ignorant and selfish. To kill and steal. Connor raised me from the streets. I had trusted that boy. I trusted him! He took away everything! I grew a short temper and could never look another person in the eye again. It was like that for a good year. Wine, pain, misery. Then I realized, I had become my father. Conner, Johanna. They wouldn't have wanted this. I am a good person. I can do good. I traveled to a small port named Rigenhelm. There I will get money, Board a boat to America, and start a new life. I'll get as many jobs as I can handle and get away from this accursed place. I will survive. (Sorry for the lengthy story. I wanna do better than last time)
Just saying.
Also, Yama's added some pictures of the server on there, so take a look!
The whitelist is posted on our site because we prefer you to apply on the site. That way we know that you not only know where you can find us for the quickest updates, but that you have registered and will be a part of our community. So please, go check there!
I will not follow any king! Only lead my own ambitions."
It's a good idea to check it out. Aside from letting you know about all the different groups you can join to enhance your RP, it also gives some good examples of more RPed classes that use the official classes' abilities as tools rather than be defined by them. There's a theatre group, a newspaper, a plantation, and even a treasure hunting team.
Anyway, down to why we're really here today. BUMP!
Your Time Zone (GMT): Central time
Your Character’s Name: Chester Pilgrim
Your Character’s Class: Soldier
Your Character's Nationality: English
Your Character’s Age: 17
Your Character’s Profession: Soldier/Painter. always loves to paint, but art isn't popular from where he comes from. joined the army to make some money.
Your Character's Goals: To make money for his poor family, and keep them safe.
Your Character's Fears: Supernatural, things that shouldnt be real. doors closing with no one there, small things that just don't add up.
Your Character’s Biography:
Chester Pilgrim was 15 when he lost his brother to a deadly desease. this changed him, and people were worried about him. Chester got this idea that he died because of money. if they had money they could have saved him, paying for the hospital and medicine.he and his family, which was his mother, father, sister, grandma, grandpa, and uncle, all lived together in a small cabin. Chester mourned over the loss of his brother for the next 2 years, making small money off farming and painting. he caught wind of an upcoming war, and thought of payment. rumors were joining the army made lots of money, and Chester needed that. but he was only 17, you had to be 18 to join the army he knew. But that didn't stop him. Chester kept coming up with plans and his family noticed something was very wrong with Chester when they heard him mumbling in his sleep about the army. they knew he was very sad and angry over the loss of his brother, and he put the blame on himself. they often told him it wasn't his fault, there was nothing he could do. he didn't listen to them and took all the pain onto himself. One night he thought of a way to get in. he would request to join the army and wear a fake beard, and dress like an older man. then he would put paper in his shoes written 18 on them, so he wouldn't be lying when they asked "What age are you on?" and he would reply "18" lying was disgraceful where he came from, but money was worth lying for he thought. He followed his plan exactly, and he managed to get into the camp. There he became a fine swords master, and a finer archer. He thought he fit in well, but he was worried over his family, and never stopped thinking of his brother once. he hoped that if he made money in this war, he could help other families and his own in time of need. Sadly, he was alright with the alternative, which was dying in the war and joining his brother. he was fine with both which is why his family was terrible worried and thought Chester made a big mistake joining the army. All they could do now was wait and hope for the right thing to happen.