Can't wait to get on the server again, looks more polished and seems to have earned itself quite a few players' approval. I'll apply soon, but first I have a couple of questions. Are the androids, aborigines, mutants, etc. not allowed or just not encouraged? And does the world still have all of the player-built structures?
I hope to see some new and old friends in the wastelands
Can't wait to get on the server again, looks more polished and seems to have earned itself quite a few players' approval. I'll apply soon, but first I have a couple of questions. Are the androids, aborigines, mutants, etc. not allowed or just not encouraged? And does the world still have all of the player-built structures?
I hope to see some new and old friends in the wastelands
If you had a character that was one of those and you can incorporate the new lore you're free to use it, otherwise we would rather not have them. If you really want to use one though, just run the idea by me.
Yes the structures are still there, although the protection is gone, so the items may be looted.
Out of Character (OOC) Minecraft account name: Mcteneboy Country of Residence and Time Zone:Canada EST Do you have any experience roleplaying? Tons Why are you applying? I love roleplay servers, Espescially ones with races. This seems right up my ally. Have you ever been banned and if so why?Yes, Stupid mistakes from back in the day. Do you agree with the rules?Whole-heartily Will you destroy/steal/grief admin created structures? never. Will you use Last Days texture pack? Of course
In Character (IC) Name:Alexander Jenkins Faction (Optional):Dusters How old is your character:32 How does your character act? trust issues but always looks for a way to help.kind,caring but when necessary violent. Does your character have any family or close friends?no. his family was slaughtered by raiders when he was 10 Is your character educated (Read and write)? yes he is well educated Does your character have any special skills or proficiencies? extremely skilled with ranged weapons and good at repairs. Can also cook Minute rice in 58 seconds Does your character have any weaknesses? his desire to always help leaves him vulnerable to traps Does your character hate or fear anything? a hate for raiders after what happened to his family and is concerned with other people he doesn't know well. Your character’s story so far (At LEAST 5 paragraphs):
From a young age Alexander was trained with weapons growing up on a farm but after his family was killed late one night by a raid when he was 10.he wandered the wastes trying to find the raider leader who killed his family (Mother,Father,1 brother and 2 sisters).After having no luck he gave up and went to the nearest town.After 7 months of living on scrapes and doing jobs for the local crime lord (which he hated but was necessary to survive) he met a lone wanderer who gave him some food and invited him along on his trips into the waste.the lone wanderer took him under his wing showing him everything he knew.
22 years passed and the lone wanderer went on a mission on his own but was gunned down by the mercs hired to aid him.Alexander tracked them down to there hideout and slaughtered them all taking what they looted from the job and made a name for himself as a local gun for hire and bodyguard to some of the wastes most important people.once his life was back on track he returned to his home town to finish what he started and kill the crime lord that held the city in the palm of his hands.after breaking and entering the maintenance floor of the compound and making his way towards the control room via air ducts he overheard sobbing coming from the cell block.curious he crawled down and silently dispatched the guard before noticing a small girl in the cell.she looked thin and malnourished as if she hadn't eaten in days.Alexander noticed how she needed help and gave up on his hunt for justice and did the right thing by taking the little girl out of the cell and carefully escaping the compound and saving the young girl.the girls name was Tiarna and she'd been taken by the crime lord and held for ransom because her father was a higher up in the Dusters.
Alexander returned the girl to the nearest town and called his contacts to find her father.some guards would come to pick her up in 2 days but until then he had to protect her. the girl was picked up and safely returned to her father but Alexander was attacked by the crime lord Tocatu that night and thrown into a cell at his compound and left to rot.Alexander kicked and banged the bars for what seemed hours looking for some way out but it was hopeless. the quality of the metal was far greater than regular steel and seemed unbreakable by bare hands,for 3 days Alexander sat there on the floor wondering if he'd ever get out.
Alexander was just about to give up all hope when he heard gunfire coming from the door before an explosion broke the wall across from the cell and the flying rubble knocked over the nearby guard allowing Alexander to reach for the keys and unlock his cell.the cell door fled open and Alexander jumped for the storage locker containing his belongings.Equipping his cloths and drawing his handgun he bolted out of the compound and didn't look back.
3 days later Alexander was fully rested and healed but right as he exited his safe house he was greeted by 3 men in duster coats with strange masks with rifles on there backs.Alexander slowly walked back with hand firmly on his handgun but before he has a chance to draw on of the men speaks.'That wont be necessary' the man in front removes his helm and explained how he was a Member of the dusters and the leader of the attack on the compound that allowed him to escape.Alexander thanked the man for it was due to his efforts that Alexander escaped at all.The duster slid a note across the table and left without another word closing the wooden door behind him. Alexander opened the strange note which was a formal invitation to join the Dusters.knowing how they always help those in need and bring justice to the wastes Alexander accepted and now awaits further instructions.
Provide an example of a role-play situation with some dialog (At least 2 paragraphs): Lone wanderer:Hey kid Alexander:*mumbles* Hello sir can you spare some food? *holds out hand* Lone wanderer:i have a better idea. you take this food *Pulls out a fresh apple* and come with me Alexander:*in a cheer full voice* Yes sir *Smiles and walks of with the lone wanderer * Lone Wanderer: So i hear you're quite the shot? Alexander: One could say that..
Lone Wanderer: Well i have job that needs takin' care of, and you seem like you would be perfect. Alexander: What does said job entail? Lone Wanderer: A merchant, in the next town over was caught sneaking into the farmers feilds... to SLEEP WITH THE COWS! I want you to keep guard. If he walks into those fields i want him walking out with an arrow in his head. Alexander: Sounds good, Im in.
Describe what your character looks like and provide a picture of the skin: Brown haired fit man with ratted clothing.
Oh... You know... I should go back to book reading...
.....you were denied? on both server's? why are you complaining when you wont even read the rule's or lore. if you do you don't take them in to account.
be in mind that with you additud no one wants to be your friend ill be better off putting you on the perma ban list.
and can i ask you to please stop trolling this forum.
pm me or tj with your problems or go to the link below on the forums page there is a place to post your concerns complaints.
The server is only down right now because in 1.5 minecraft they putt in HD texture support and the texture pack broke I'm working with the last days community on getting the pack back up.
beta will resume when this is dun. - beta will be continuing until we complete any remaining map side projects including addons, or any bugs we may have from 1.5. (this is some thing we must get dun before uploading to the hoster for we cannot edit the map once it is online.)
Out of Character (OOC) Minecraft account name: (Need it for white-listing)
Reaper72491 Country of Residence and Time Zone: (So we know when the best time to restart/update is)
US; PST Do you have any experience roleplaying? (It IS a roleplay server after all)
Yes, I've played on multiple rp servers, medieval and post-apocalyptic, and owned two. Why are you applying? (Don't just put, the server looks neat)
The lore and concept seem interesting; and, I've been looking for a server like this for a while. Have you ever been banned and if so why? (Be honest, we all have our bad moments)
Only once, but that was 2 years ago over a simple arguement.
Do you agree with the rules?
Yes Will you destroy/steal/grief admin created structures? (As in Trading Posts, Sky Scrapers, and Instances)
No, seeing how that is against the rules. Will you use our custom Last Days texture pack?
Yes
In Character (IC) Name:
Graham Faction (Optional):
None How old is your character:
35 How does your character act?
Cautious, but helpful. Does your character have any family or close friends?
Just his aged mother. Is your character educated (Read and write)?
Yes. Does your character have any special skills or proficiencies?
He is a skilled repairman/mechanic and a decent bare knuckle brawler. Does your character have any weaknesses?
He has no experience with firearms or ranged weapons Does your character hate or fear anything?
Mutants and the flooded sky scrapers. Your character’s story so far (At LEAST 5 paragraphs): (I'll accept 2 or 3 if it's incredible, I mean absolutely fantastic)
*Whilst your travels you come across an old audio recording*
*After much thought you decide to listen to it, braced for a long winded journey of spoken word*
*Ahem* Hello, survivor.. The name's Graham, I am a repairman on the search for what is left of humanity in these wastes. It would seem you came across my old tape; this would either mean I kicked the bucket OR I must have dropped this on my journey. I believe in the latter, do me a favor and return this to me if you ever find me out in the wastes.
Okay, now allow me to enlighten you of what happened before the world descended into the chaos it is in now. Before the bombs fell, many people, with either wealth or cunning, made it into "secure" vaults, made by the kind folks at Forelance Labs; seeing how I made it this far, you can only assume my ancestors were part of the select few that made it in. So, this nuclear mess started in 2014 due to a few suitcase bombs, or something along those lines. After the initial strike, the US fires off nukes in all directions causing an all around -storm; Russia and China follow in suit. Not long after that, the whole world is plunged into nuclear warfare, nukes were flying everywhere, people dying left and right, yadda, yadda, yadda. Well, one of the few areas not involved in this was the good ol' Outback; you see, Australia had few, if not any, enemies so it was ignored throughout all of this. After the most world is either dead or in hiding, the fallout of all the nuclear warfare that occured spreads across the world, causing a nuclear ice age. Australia wasn't always a frozen tundra, believe it or not, it used to be quite the desert land. Finally, when the year 2170 strikes, many vault dwellers leave their protected domiciles to explore and rebuild society. As it turns out, a few people survived without the use of vaults; these people were the "Stranded", tourists who were stuck here after the nukes fell, and the "Followers of the Flash", cultists who believe the nukes were gods or something. Things actually go well for the most part, if you ignore the raiders, until the year 2237.. In that year, the raiders begun collecting together their forces and pushed north, people began disappearing, and the androids shut down due to lack of power sources.. The year is 2243, as of now I am thirty-five.
Now, let me tell you my story after that long-winded account of what you most likely already know. In the year 2208, I was born to Graham Nicolas, the vault's handyman, and Anita Holmes, the primary teacher of the vault, in one of those Forelance vaults up north. I was named after my old man, and throughout most of my young life I was taught to fill his old shoes. Not that I hated the career choice, but I had no choice in the matter. Well, my childhood was pretty normal, maybe perfect considering the harshness of outside world. I did above-average in my schooling and I got into a few fist fights over some ridiculous matters, but I digress. After school, I spent most of my time in my father's workshop and the reactor room, usually fixing and tinkering assorted items. Well, as time went on, I discovered I was pretty damn good at fixing and creating mechanical objects; I even fixed a few security officers' service pistols. Just, something about the coldness of those weapons was offputting, so I stayed clear of firearms for most of my life. Everything went well for the next few years, but at age eight-teen I left the vault; I think it was over an arguement with my father or some like that.
So, at age eight-teen, I left the saftey of the vault to explore the land; the year I left was 2226... I'll never forget the few years that happened after I left. After seeing the wreckage and turmoil of the wastes, something in my young mind clicked, I thought it would be good idea to help everyone I could, whether it be repair their homes or escort them to safer areas. Seeing how I just left the vault, I stood out like a sore thumb; as the only articles of clothing I had were my boxers, an undershirt, and finally my vault suit. The vault suit managed to make me a huge target, seeing how dwellers barely knew the land or culture, some had knowledge in repair, like myself, and usually they can be ransomed to their parents. Raiders were fixated on capturing me and putting me to work on fixing their weapons. From what I remember, I was captured around five times, sold as a slave three times, and escaped all eight times. In my indenturement, I fixed rifles, machetes, jukeboxes, and even a few androids. Those androids I worked on were marvels of machinery, when I was in the service of some Eastern Empire "diplomats"; shame they are all nonfunctional now, I could have used a robotic helper.. But, I digress. On my travels I came across a large factory, as I searched I found a few olive jumpsuits and even a white thermal, that thermal became a second home in this frozen wasteland.
When I was around twenty-four, I was attuned to the wasteland and became more cautious, learning from my experiences as a young man. I decided it was best not to help everyone I saw and I became a travelling repairman. I made a name for myself in a few settlements and even met a few interesting characters. It was around July when it happened, some courier gave me a letter, he said it was from my mom; kid looked like he just came out of the vault, most likly left for exploration much like I did. I got the letter and sent the kid on his way with some emeralds. As I read the letter, my heart sunk, seeing the scrawls and dried up drops on the paper. My mother wrote about what happened after I left, mostly average events, like gossip on my old schoolmates and the like. That was until it took a dark turn, I could even see the dried up tears plaguing the bottom half of the letter. She wrote about how my father waited for my return in his workshop, and how he talked about "his boy wouldn't leave the family like this", he had just passed away from a fire that started in his workshop. The vault dwellers managed to stop the fire,but it was too late for my father...
I stopped repairing items for wastelanders for a while, I even avoided my past routes. All I did was explore and reflect. This went on for years, I was only focused on getting what I needed to survive and searching. I was searching for the legendary "Flooded skyscrapers", in my mind, I thought it would be best to go out in a "blaze of glory". It didn't really make sense, I would just die of radiation, there's nothing "glorious" about that, but a lot of was going in my mind. It took me five years to find it, by the time I found it I was around thirty-one, and I even forgot about the settlements I used to visit. When I finally made it to the towers, I was crippled. Crippled by the fear of death. Crippled by the thought of what could dwell inside the towers. I ran, I ran so far that I had no idea where I was anymore. I finally made it to a small settlement and made my home there. I soon became the town's repairman and I even got my own workshop for the time I lived there. The people depended on me, this si what it was like for my father... I saw that settlements require all kinds, whether they choose it or not, they are needed. The mayor, the trader, and even the town's idiot are needed. The vault needs it even more, seeing how it was secluded. I took a young man under my wing and taught him how to repair and scavage, hoping for him to take my place so I can head back to the vault.
After two years of this apprentanceship, I snuck out at the wake of night and set off back to my birthplace. The journey was long and grueling but after a month of travel, I found it. I slowly entered the vault, the head officer from my childhood was still there. He welcomed me back and gave me directions to find my mother. Apparently, she had retired from teaching and became a mid-wife. I approached my mother with teary eyes and told her of my journey in the wasteland. She was tearing up as we spoke, this went on and on, she told me of what had happened after her retirement and an in-person account of my father's actions and feelings of my self-invoked exile. I finally asked of returning in my father's footsteps. she approached this question with extreme trepitation, and finally told me someone took that position. She soon directed me to the overseer of the vault. The old man wasn't quite happy with my return and sent me out with the assistance of his police force, seeing how I "killed the best repairman this vault has ever had"; I would have strangled the old loon if it wasn't for those guards.. Finally, after my offical exile, I set out into the wasteland once again.
The year is 2243, as of now I am thirty-five. I spent the few years after my exile as a travelling repairman, as I was in the past. I'm finally back on track, and I have seen the wasteland and what it is capable of first hand. But, believe me, friend.. This is just the beginning.
"I slept with a cow, it was the quite the experience." - Thomas Jefferson Provide an example of a role-play situation with some dialog (At least 2 paragraphs):
(Not my character)
*A wastelander walks into Leonce's office, holding a child and having a distraught look about his face*
Wastelander: Doc! Doc! Hel-
*He is cut off mid-sentence by James*
James: Do you have the caps?
Wastelander; No, bu-
*He is cut off once again*
James: This isn't a facking charity case.. I need payment for my services.
*The wastelander's face contorts in infatuation*
Wastelander: You're a facking monster, you know that?!
James: You're wasting valuable time.. Time that could help that child if you give me a payment.
*The wastelander's face is in disgust, seeing the values of the wasteland is hard to cope with*
James: Any time now.
*The wastelander reaches into his knapsack, giving a hansom amount of caps to James*
James: This is a few caps short..
Wastelander: For Christ's sake!
James: Please don't waste your breath on things like that, give me the remainder of what you owe me.
*The wastelander puts a few 10mm bullets on the desk*
James: Good enough.. Bring the child to the operating table. Describe what your character looks like and provide a picture of the skin:
An older looking man with a stoic face, grizzled beard, and a receding hairline. He also wears a white thermal under an old olive jumpsuit.
"I slept with a cow, it was the quite the experience." - Thomas Jefferson
Great bio, aside from a few lore mess ups, Emeralds are nades, but what's up with the RP example? It's not your character and we don't use caps. Clarify that and you're accepted.
Country of Residence and Time Zone: Eastern American time zone.
Do you have any experience roleplaying? Yes, but very minor in terms of combating.
Why are you applying? I always like apocalypse servers, and in January my favorite server kown as AfterKraft had shut down, causing me to be very sad. I miss Apocalypse feelings and wish to be in this server now, to get that sensation again.
Have you ever been banned and if so why? Not unless you count being jokingly banned from a friends server because he wanted a laugh. I was unbanned of course.
Do you agree with the rules? No reason I shouldn't.
Will you destroy/steal/grief admin created structures? Only if I did not agree with the rules.
Will you use our custom Last Days texture pack? You bet you Cash I will.
In Character (IC) Name: Richie "Stiches" Jessies Faction (Optional): N/A How old is your character: 24
How does your character act? A very peculiar man, often talking on his radio or sitting in a hole. He constantly wonders what other people look like since he spent the majority of his time a sheltered young man. Very paranoid around violence and hard to provoke.
Does your character have any family or close friends? Almost no family to speak of besides a deceased father and mother, but he considers his radio his best friend.
Is your character educated (Read and write)? Richie is very well educated in Grammar and writting, but lacks common sense for the most part, often becoming violently irradiated or eating rotten meat. He understands basic math and is able to talk in confusing metaphors.
Does your character have any special skills or proficiencies? Very well mannered, kind, and has a slight resistance to irradiated meat due to constant consumption.
Does your character have any weaknesses? Very difficult to keep most regular food down, seeing as his stomach is more accustomed to mutant flesh. He also suffers from paranoia around armed people.
Does your character hate or fear anything? He suffers a severe phobia most people due to his experiences with his Father, and Raiders.
Your character’s story so far (At LEAST 5 paragraphs): Growing up in a hole on a day to day basis. Two lovers, so dedicated to life out in the world. But today was different. The day that changed it all, the birth of their child Richie. Their was a brief moment where everything looked perfect. Living with a family, so at peace. But something went wrong. The new Mother continued bleeding heavily. Not enough bandages. Too much blood. So much. Everywhere. Mother bleed to death, leaving the Father all alone.
Richie was raised using old books salvaged from a building filled with informational scribes. He was more interested in joke books and stories. Often reading about a story involving a Jester who kept a king happy on a day to day basis. This fueled his hopes in being a entertainer one day, and bring smiles to the faces of others. His Father was a cold man. He scolded Richie often. The books Richie loved so much were burned to heat up "Mystery" meat, his father scrounged. Richie always wanted to leave the hole with his father, and his wish would be granted.
It was like any other day. Richie begged his father to go out, and finally he gotten the yes he wanted. 16 and ready to face to world. But then something went wrong, while they grabbed their supplies from a abandoned shed, bullets crashed and banged against the wall, Richie was shoved to the ground by his father and they hid quietly on the floor. Two men, heavily armed opened the door, soon after. Richie's father equipped a combat knife, leaping at the raiders, only to be gunned down. Richie begged for freedom, the men began laughing. Fight or Flight, Richie leaped for the men, knocking one to the ground, he gripped the combat knife with intent. Stabbing into the throat, he made sure to snag the 9mm in the raider's grip, firing into the other. He walked out, some clay, hair gel, and minor armor was all he could get off them, most ammo was lost. He continued his way, looking for the hole again. For Home.
Provide an example of a role-play situation with some dialog (At least 2 paragraphs): [if approached by a wanderer] Stiches: Howdy there. You look a tad droll. Wanderer: Well... hello... there... Uh...? Stiches: What is up? Another boring day huh? Wanderer: Why are you in this hole...? Stiches: Well you see I am in this hole because this is my home. Wanderer: Well listen- Stiches: What are you ridiculing my life for? Wanderer: Wha- Stiches: Look I don't want a problem. Just go. Wanderer: What? Stiches: GET OUT! I HAVE NOTHING YOU NEED!
Wanderer: What the hell?!
Stiches: RAUGH! [fleeing deeper into the cave]
[If approached by an armed person]
Stiches: ... [wide eyed and looking for a chance to strike]
Raider: Hey punk, you look awfully lost. Why're you in this hole?
Stiches: Just... uh... chilling.
Raider: On your knees, punk.
Stiches: Please, just stop...
Raider: Aw, little baby wanna cry?
Stiches: N-no.
Raider: Knees- NOW.
Stiches kicks a rock further down the tunnel.
Raider: You got friends down there too? [wandering past him]
Stiches: Go look...[grabbing another rock behind the raider] RAUGH! [bashing the rock into his dome]
Describe what your character looks like and provide a picture of the skin: Tall, lanky, and almost skeletal from eating irradiated flesh and no actual healthy foods. His hair is spiked into a fro-hawk in a deep purple shade, his face painted heavily. He is always with a small smile around good company, and a scowl around raiders of the sort. He wears a scooter tire on his shoulder to work as a holster when he has a weapon.
So how about Making sweet sweet cow love, am I right?
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Richie was raised using old books salvaged from a building filled with informational scribes. He was more interested in joke books and stories. Often reading about a story involving a Jester who kept a king happy on a day to day basis. This fueled his hopes in being a entertainer one day, and bring smiles to the faces of others. His Father was a cold man. He scolded Richie often. The books Richie loved so much were burned to heat up "Mystery" meat, his father scrounged. Richie always wanted to leave the hole with his father, and his wish would be granted.
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I have 20-20 vision and hearing problems that effect my voice witch impairs my ability to sound words out leading me to spell how it sounds to me. -this also means i have a funny sounding voice.
Just beacons for now, we don't really have a name for them yet and yes you can get them.
Can't wait to get on the server again, looks more polished and seems to have earned itself quite a few players' approval. I'll apply soon, but first I have a couple of questions. Are the androids, aborigines, mutants, etc. not allowed or just not encouraged? And does the world still have all of the player-built structures?
I hope to see some new and old friends in the wastelands
If you had a character that was one of those and you can incorporate the new lore you're free to use it, otherwise we would rather not have them. If you really want to use one though, just run the idea by me.
Yes the structures are still there, although the protection is gone, so the items may be looted.
Minecraft account name: Mcteneboy
Country of Residence and Time Zone:Canada EST
Do you have any experience roleplaying? Tons
Why are you applying? I love roleplay servers, Espescially ones with races. This seems right up my ally.
Have you ever been banned and if so why?Yes, Stupid mistakes from back in the day.
Do you agree with the rules?Whole-heartily
Will you destroy/steal/grief admin created structures? never.
Will you use Last Days texture pack? Of course
In Character (IC)
Name:Alexander Jenkins
Faction (Optional):Dusters
How old is your character:32
How does your character act? trust issues but always looks for a way to help.kind,caring but when necessary violent.
Does your character have any family or close friends?no. his family was slaughtered by raiders when he was 10
Is your character educated (Read and write)? yes he is well educated
Does your character have any special skills or proficiencies? extremely skilled with ranged weapons and good at repairs. Can also cook Minute rice in 58 seconds
Does your character have any weaknesses? his desire to always help leaves him vulnerable to traps
Does your character hate or fear anything? a hate for raiders after what happened to his family and is concerned with other people he doesn't know well.
Your character’s story so far (At LEAST 5 paragraphs):
From a young age Alexander was trained with weapons growing up on a farm but after his family was killed late one night by a raid when he was 10.he wandered the wastes trying to find the raider leader who killed his family (Mother,Father,1 brother and 2 sisters).After having no luck he gave up and went to the nearest town.After 7 months of living on scrapes and doing jobs for the local crime lord (which he hated but was necessary to survive) he met a lone wanderer who gave him some food and invited him along on his trips into the waste.the lone wanderer took him under his wing showing him everything he knew.
22 years passed and the lone wanderer went on a mission on his own but was gunned down by the mercs hired to aid him.Alexander tracked them down to there hideout and slaughtered them all taking what they looted from the job and made a name for himself as a local gun for hire and bodyguard to some of the wastes most important people.once his life was back on track he returned to his home town to finish what he started and kill the crime lord that held the city in the palm of his hands.after breaking and entering the maintenance floor of the compound and making his way towards the control room via air ducts he overheard sobbing coming from the cell block.curious he crawled down and silently dispatched the guard before noticing a small girl in the cell.she looked thin and malnourished as if she hadn't eaten in days.Alexander noticed how she needed help and gave up on his hunt for justice and did the right thing by taking the little girl out of the cell and carefully escaping the compound and saving the young girl.the girls name was Tiarna and she'd been taken by the crime lord and held for ransom because her father was a higher up in the Dusters.
Alexander returned the girl to the nearest town and called his contacts to find her father.some guards would come to pick her up in 2 days but until then he had to protect her. the girl was picked up and safely returned to her father but Alexander was attacked by the crime lord Tocatu that night and thrown into a cell at his compound and left to rot.Alexander kicked and banged the bars for what seemed hours looking for some way out but it was hopeless. the quality of the metal was far greater than regular steel and seemed unbreakable by bare hands,for 3 days Alexander sat there on the floor wondering if he'd ever get out.
Alexander was just about to give up all hope when he heard gunfire coming from the door before an explosion broke the wall across from the cell and the flying rubble knocked over the nearby guard allowing Alexander to reach for the keys and unlock his cell.the cell door fled open and Alexander jumped for the storage locker containing his belongings.Equipping his cloths and drawing his handgun he bolted out of the compound and didn't look back.
3 days later Alexander was fully rested and healed but right as he exited his safe house he was greeted by 3 men in duster coats with strange masks with rifles on there backs.Alexander slowly walked back with hand firmly on his handgun but before he has a chance to draw on of the men speaks.'That wont be necessary' the man in front removes his helm and explained how he was a Member of the dusters and the leader of the attack on the compound that allowed him to escape.Alexander thanked the man for it was due to his efforts that Alexander escaped at all.The duster slid a note across the table and left without another word closing the wooden door behind him. Alexander opened the strange note which was a formal invitation to join the Dusters.knowing how they always help those in need and bring justice to the wastes Alexander accepted and now awaits further instructions.
Provide an example of a role-play situation with some dialog (At least 2 paragraphs):
Lone wanderer:Hey kid
Alexander:*mumbles* Hello sir can you spare some food? *holds out hand*
Lone wanderer:i have a better idea. you take this food *Pulls out a fresh apple* and come with me
Alexander:*in a cheer full voice* Yes sir *Smiles and walks of with the lone wanderer *
Lone Wanderer: So i hear you're quite the shot?
Alexander: One could say that..
Lone Wanderer: Well i have job that needs takin' care of, and you seem like you would be perfect.
Alexander: What does said job entail?
Lone Wanderer: A merchant, in the next town over was caught sneaking into the farmers feilds... to SLEEP WITH THE COWS! I want you to keep guard. If he walks into those fields i want him walking out with an arrow in his head.
Alexander: Sounds good, Im in.
Describe what your character looks like and provide a picture of the skin: Brown haired fit man with ratted clothing.
Great app, impressive special skill (58 seconds) and a good RP example, accepted
The server is down because we're trying to fix some bugs and wait for a bukkit release, then we will have it up full time through a hoster.
.....you were denied? on both server's? why are you complaining when you wont even read the rule's or lore. if you do you don't take them in to account.
be in mind that with you additud no one wants to be your friend ill be better off putting you on the perma ban list.
and can i ask you to please stop trolling this forum.
pm me or tj with your problems or go to the link below on the forums page there is a place to post your concerns complaints.
beta will resume when this is dun. - beta will be continuing until we complete any remaining map side projects including addons, or any bugs we may have from 1.5. (this is some thing we must get dun before uploading to the hoster for we cannot edit the map once it is online.)
Minecraft account name: (Need it for white-listing)
Reaper72491
Country of Residence and Time Zone: (So we know when the best time to restart/update is)
US; PST
Do you have any experience roleplaying? (It IS a roleplay server after all)
Yes, I've played on multiple rp servers, medieval and post-apocalyptic, and owned two.
Why are you applying? (Don't just put, the server looks neat)
The lore and concept seem interesting; and, I've been looking for a server like this for a while.
Have you ever been banned and if so why? (Be honest, we all have our bad moments)
Only once, but that was 2 years ago over a simple arguement.
Do you agree with the rules?
Yes
Will you destroy/steal/grief admin created structures? (As in Trading Posts, Sky Scrapers, and Instances)
No, seeing how that is against the rules.
Will you use our custom Last Days texture pack?
Yes
In Character (IC)
Name:
Graham
Faction (Optional):
None
How old is your character:
35
How does your character act?
Cautious, but helpful.
Does your character have any family or close friends?
Just his aged mother.
Is your character educated (Read and write)?
Yes.
Does your character have any special skills or proficiencies?
He is a skilled repairman/mechanic and a decent bare knuckle brawler.
Does your character have any weaknesses?
He has no experience with firearms or ranged weapons
Does your character hate or fear anything?
Mutants and the flooded sky scrapers.
Your character’s story so far (At LEAST 5 paragraphs): (I'll accept 2 or 3 if it's incredible, I mean absolutely fantastic)
*Whilst your travels you come across an old audio recording*
*After much thought you decide to listen to it, braced for a long winded journey of spoken word*
*Ahem* Hello, survivor.. The name's Graham, I am a repairman on the search for what is left of humanity in these wastes. It would seem you came across my old tape; this would either mean I kicked the bucket OR I must have dropped this on my journey. I believe in the latter, do me a favor and return this to me if you ever find me out in the wastes.
Okay, now allow me to enlighten you of what happened before the world descended into the chaos it is in now. Before the bombs fell, many people, with either wealth or cunning, made it into "secure" vaults, made by the kind folks at Forelance Labs; seeing how I made it this far, you can only assume my ancestors were part of the select few that made it in. So, this nuclear mess started in 2014 due to a few suitcase bombs, or something along those lines. After the initial strike, the US fires off nukes in all directions causing an all around -storm; Russia and China follow in suit. Not long after that, the whole world is plunged into nuclear warfare, nukes were flying everywhere, people dying left and right, yadda, yadda, yadda. Well, one of the few areas not involved in this was the good ol' Outback; you see, Australia had few, if not any, enemies so it was ignored throughout all of this. After the most world is either dead or in hiding, the fallout of all the nuclear warfare that occured spreads across the world, causing a nuclear ice age. Australia wasn't always a frozen tundra, believe it or not, it used to be quite the desert land. Finally, when the year 2170 strikes, many vault dwellers leave their protected domiciles to explore and rebuild society. As it turns out, a few people survived without the use of vaults; these people were the "Stranded", tourists who were stuck here after the nukes fell, and the "Followers of the Flash", cultists who believe the nukes were gods or something. Things actually go well for the most part, if you ignore the raiders, until the year 2237.. In that year, the raiders begun collecting together their forces and pushed north, people began disappearing, and the androids shut down due to lack of power sources.. The year is 2243, as of now I am thirty-five.
Now, let me tell you my story after that long-winded account of what you most likely already know. In the year 2208, I was born to Graham Nicolas, the vault's handyman, and Anita Holmes, the primary teacher of the vault, in one of those Forelance vaults up north. I was named after my old man, and throughout most of my young life I was taught to fill his old shoes. Not that I hated the career choice, but I had no choice in the matter. Well, my childhood was pretty normal, maybe perfect considering the harshness of outside world. I did above-average in my schooling and I got into a few fist fights over some ridiculous matters, but I digress. After school, I spent most of my time in my father's workshop and the reactor room, usually fixing and tinkering assorted items. Well, as time went on, I discovered I was pretty damn good at fixing and creating mechanical objects; I even fixed a few security officers' service pistols. Just, something about the coldness of those weapons was offputting, so I stayed clear of firearms for most of my life. Everything went well for the next few years, but at age eight-teen I left the vault; I think it was over an arguement with my father or some like that.
So, at age eight-teen, I left the saftey of the vault to explore the land; the year I left was 2226... I'll never forget the few years that happened after I left. After seeing the wreckage and turmoil of the wastes, something in my young mind clicked, I thought it would be good idea to help everyone I could, whether it be repair their homes or escort them to safer areas. Seeing how I just left the vault, I stood out like a sore thumb; as the only articles of clothing I had were my boxers, an undershirt, and finally my vault suit. The vault suit managed to make me a huge target, seeing how dwellers barely knew the land or culture, some had knowledge in repair, like myself, and usually they can be ransomed to their parents. Raiders were fixated on capturing me and putting me to work on fixing their weapons. From what I remember, I was captured around five times, sold as a slave three times, and escaped all eight times. In my indenturement, I fixed rifles, machetes, jukeboxes, and even a few androids. Those androids I worked on were marvels of machinery, when I was in the service of some Eastern Empire "diplomats"; shame they are all nonfunctional now, I could have used a robotic helper.. But, I digress. On my travels I came across a large factory, as I searched I found a few olive jumpsuits and even a white thermal, that thermal became a second home in this frozen wasteland.
When I was around twenty-four, I was attuned to the wasteland and became more cautious, learning from my experiences as a young man. I decided it was best not to help everyone I saw and I became a travelling repairman. I made a name for myself in a few settlements and even met a few interesting characters. It was around July when it happened, some courier gave me a letter, he said it was from my mom; kid looked like he just came out of the vault, most likly left for exploration much like I did. I got the letter and sent the kid on his way with some emeralds. As I read the letter, my heart sunk, seeing the scrawls and dried up drops on the paper. My mother wrote about what happened after I left, mostly average events, like gossip on my old schoolmates and the like. That was until it took a dark turn, I could even see the dried up tears plaguing the bottom half of the letter. She wrote about how my father waited for my return in his workshop, and how he talked about "his boy wouldn't leave the family like this", he had just passed away from a fire that started in his workshop. The vault dwellers managed to stop the fire,but it was too late for my father...
I stopped repairing items for wastelanders for a while, I even avoided my past routes. All I did was explore and reflect. This went on for years, I was only focused on getting what I needed to survive and searching. I was searching for the legendary "Flooded skyscrapers", in my mind, I thought it would be best to go out in a "blaze of glory". It didn't really make sense, I would just die of radiation, there's nothing "glorious" about that, but a lot of was going in my mind. It took me five years to find it, by the time I found it I was around thirty-one, and I even forgot about the settlements I used to visit. When I finally made it to the towers, I was crippled. Crippled by the fear of death. Crippled by the thought of what could dwell inside the towers. I ran, I ran so far that I had no idea where I was anymore. I finally made it to a small settlement and made my home there. I soon became the town's repairman and I even got my own workshop for the time I lived there. The people depended on me, this si what it was like for my father... I saw that settlements require all kinds, whether they choose it or not, they are needed. The mayor, the trader, and even the town's idiot are needed. The vault needs it even more, seeing how it was secluded. I took a young man under my wing and taught him how to repair and scavage, hoping for him to take my place so I can head back to the vault.
After two years of this apprentanceship, I snuck out at the wake of night and set off back to my birthplace. The journey was long and grueling but after a month of travel, I found it. I slowly entered the vault, the head officer from my childhood was still there. He welcomed me back and gave me directions to find my mother. Apparently, she had retired from teaching and became a mid-wife. I approached my mother with teary eyes and told her of my journey in the wasteland. She was tearing up as we spoke, this went on and on, she told me of what had happened after her retirement and an in-person account of my father's actions and feelings of my self-invoked exile. I finally asked of returning in my father's footsteps. she approached this question with extreme trepitation, and finally told me someone took that position. She soon directed me to the overseer of the vault. The old man wasn't quite happy with my return and sent me out with the assistance of his police force, seeing how I "killed the best repairman this vault has ever had"; I would have strangled the old loon if it wasn't for those guards.. Finally, after my offical exile, I set out into the wasteland once again.
The year is 2243, as of now I am thirty-five. I spent the few years after my exile as a travelling repairman, as I was in the past. I'm finally back on track, and I have seen the wasteland and what it is capable of first hand. But, believe me, friend.. This is just the beginning.
"I slept with a cow, it was the quite the experience." - Thomas Jefferson
Provide an example of a role-play situation with some dialog (At least 2 paragraphs):
(Not my character)
*A wastelander walks into Leonce's office, holding a child and having a distraught look about his face*
Wastelander: Doc! Doc! Hel-
*He is cut off mid-sentence by James*
James: Do you have the caps?
Wastelander; No, bu-
*He is cut off once again*
James: This isn't a facking charity case.. I need payment for my services.
*The wastelander's face contorts in infatuation*
Wastelander: You're a facking monster, you know that?!
James: You're wasting valuable time.. Time that could help that child if you give me a payment.
*The wastelander's face is in disgust, seeing the values of the wasteland is hard to cope with*
James: Any time now.
*The wastelander reaches into his knapsack, giving a hansom amount of caps to James*
James: This is a few caps short..
Wastelander: For Christ's sake!
James: Please don't waste your breath on things like that, give me the remainder of what you owe me.
*The wastelander puts a few 10mm bullets on the desk*
James: Good enough.. Bring the child to the operating table.
Describe what your character looks like and provide a picture of the skin:
An older looking man with a stoic face, grizzled beard, and a receding hairline. He also wears a white thermal under an old olive jumpsuit.
"I slept with a cow, it was the quite the experience." - Thomas Jefferson
Great bio, aside from a few lore mess ups, Emeralds are nades, but what's up with the RP example? It's not your character and we don't use caps. Clarify that and you're accepted.
p.s. i don't know what that word means but i think it fits (Tipperary)
i wold like to thank dereksmith and the last days community for all there support.
Minecraft account name: SeanShon
Country of Residence and Time Zone: Eastern American time zone.
Do you have any experience roleplaying? Yes, but very minor in terms of combating.
Why are you applying? I always like apocalypse servers, and in January my favorite server kown as AfterKraft had shut down, causing me to be very sad. I miss Apocalypse feelings and wish to be in this server now, to get that sensation again.
Have you ever been banned and if so why? Not unless you count being jokingly banned from a friends server because he wanted a laugh. I was unbanned of course.
Do you agree with the rules? No reason I shouldn't.
Will you destroy/steal/grief admin created structures? Only if I did not agree with the rules.
Will you use our custom Last Days texture pack? You bet you Cash I will.
In Character (IC)
Name: Richie "Stiches" Jessies
Faction (Optional): N/A
How old is your character: 24
How does your character act? A very peculiar man, often talking on his radio or sitting in a hole. He constantly wonders what other people look like since he spent the majority of his time a sheltered young man. Very paranoid around violence and hard to provoke.
Does your character have any family or close friends? Almost no family to speak of besides a deceased father and mother, but he considers his radio his best friend.
Is your character educated (Read and write)? Richie is very well educated in Grammar and writting, but lacks common sense for the most part, often becoming violently irradiated or eating rotten meat. He understands basic math and is able to talk in confusing metaphors.
Does your character have any special skills or proficiencies? Very well mannered, kind, and has a slight resistance to irradiated meat due to constant consumption.
Does your character have any weaknesses? Very difficult to keep most regular food down, seeing as his stomach is more accustomed to mutant flesh. He also suffers from paranoia around armed people.
Does your character hate or fear anything? He suffers a severe phobia most people due to his experiences with his Father, and Raiders.
Your character’s story so far (At LEAST 5 paragraphs):
Growing up in a hole on a day to day basis. Two lovers, so dedicated to life out in the world. But today was different. The day that changed it all, the birth of their child Richie. Their was a brief moment where everything looked perfect. Living with a family, so at peace. But something went wrong. The new Mother continued bleeding heavily. Not enough bandages. Too much blood. So much. Everywhere. Mother bleed to death, leaving the Father all alone.
Richie was raised using old books salvaged from a building filled with informational scribes. He was more interested in joke books and stories. Often reading about a story involving a Jester who kept a king happy on a day to day basis. This fueled his hopes in being a entertainer one day, and bring smiles to the faces of others. His Father was a cold man. He scolded Richie often. The books Richie loved so much were burned to heat up "Mystery" meat, his father scrounged. Richie always wanted to leave the hole with his father, and his wish would be granted.
It was like any other day. Richie begged his father to go out, and finally he gotten the yes he wanted. 16 and ready to face to world. But then something went wrong, while they grabbed their supplies from a abandoned shed, bullets crashed and banged against the wall, Richie was shoved to the ground by his father and they hid quietly on the floor. Two men, heavily armed opened the door, soon after. Richie's father equipped a combat knife, leaping at the raiders, only to be gunned down. Richie begged for freedom, the men began laughing. Fight or Flight, Richie leaped for the men, knocking one to the ground, he gripped the combat knife with intent. Stabbing into the throat, he made sure to snag the 9mm in the raider's grip, firing into the other. He walked out, some clay, hair gel, and minor armor was all he could get off them, most ammo was lost. He continued his way, looking for the hole again. For Home.
Provide an example of a role-play situation with some dialog (At least 2 paragraphs):
[if approached by a wanderer]
Stiches: Howdy there. You look a tad droll.
Wanderer: Well... hello... there... Uh...?
Stiches: What is up? Another boring day huh?
Wanderer: Why are you in this hole...?
Stiches: Well you see I am in this hole because this is my home.
Wanderer: Well listen-
Stiches: What are you ridiculing my life for?
Wanderer: Wha-
Stiches: Look I don't want a problem. Just go.
Wanderer: What?
Stiches: GET OUT! I HAVE NOTHING YOU NEED!
Wanderer: What the hell?!
Stiches: RAUGH! [fleeing deeper into the cave]
[If approached by an armed person]
Stiches: ... [wide eyed and looking for a chance to strike]
Raider: Hey punk, you look awfully lost. Why're you in this hole?
Stiches: Just... uh... chilling.
Raider: On your knees, punk.
Stiches: Please, just stop...
Raider: Aw, little baby wanna cry?
Stiches: N-no.
Raider: Knees- NOW.
Stiches kicks a rock further down the tunnel.
Raider: You got friends down there too? [wandering past him]
Stiches: Go look...[grabbing another rock behind the raider] RAUGH! [bashing the rock into his dome]
Describe what your character looks like and provide a picture of the skin:
Tall, lanky, and almost skeletal from eating irradiated flesh and no actual healthy foods. His hair is spiked into a fro-hawk in a deep purple shade, his face painted heavily. He is always with a small smile around good company, and a scowl around raiders of the sort. He wears a scooter tire on his shoulder to work as a holster when he has a weapon.
So how about Making sweet sweet cow love, am I right?
SeanShon
I have 20-20 vision and hearing problems that effect my voice witch impairs my ability to sound words out leading me to spell how it sounds to me. -this also means i have a funny sounding voice.
and i will not read super small text