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    posted a message on ☣ Ruined World: Reborn™ ☣[Serious Roleplay|Hardcore|Realistic|Forum|Teamspeak] ☢
    Quote from Emperor Penguin

    Ruinedworld.co.cc :biggrin.gif:


    Err... Still waiting for my forum acc. to be activated, also still not on the whitelist.

    disappointface, I was hoping to get some time in today :[
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    posted a message on ☣ Ruined World: Reborn™ ☣[Serious Roleplay|Hardcore|Realistic|Forum|Teamspeak] ☢
    Quote from KillerDragn

    Application

    Out-Of-Character:

    -Minecraft Account Name: KillerDragn

    -How old are you?: 16

    -Time-Zone/Country of Residence: GMT -7 MTN: Arizona; United States

    -Do you have a good grip on the English language/good grammar?: I would hope so~ Yes.

    -Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself: Average teenage male, May not be on all the time, more-so now due to school letting out, although slightly busy with arrangements since i'm going to be a UpperClassman Next year, I play the metal guitar-ness (5 years now), Hardcore LARPer (Airsoft).

    -How much time could you be on the server weekly?: Atleast 5-10-20-+++ Hours, It all really depends, I'm busy some days, Other's not.

    -How long have you played minecraft?: Since Alpha, The beginning.

    -What do you know about roleplaying? How long have you been doing it? What kind?: Well... I'm a furry, I roleplay text-wise all the time, sometimes serious RP with a plot, otherwise nothing huge, 2-3lines to 4-6 lines, I've RP'd Sci-Fi, Post-Apoc, etc, I also am a Avid/Hardcore Airsofter into MilSim (Military Simulation), and It comes with the hobby.

    -What do you expect this server will be like?: I expect it to be fun and have a great time, and hope my application will be approved, otherwise, I'll be disappointed...

    -What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them?: Edge Of Insanity- Lost contact with a good friend who was a Mod, looked the server back up and it seems to be inactive now (After a 2-3 month gap of time, in which real-life was a priority)

    -Have you ever been banned before? if, why? ( Be Honest ): No, I rarely find myself in servers at all since none of them peek my interest.

    -Have you read, understood, and agreed to the rules? What about the lore?: Yes, I skimmed through the story, its kinda late and I may read it fully later.

    -What is a slime called on this server?: It doesn't really have a name.

    -How did you hear about us?: Browsing on the Forum.

    -What is you forum account name? KillerDragn

    -Will you be willing to download and be active on our Mumble server?: Yes, I have mumble for BF2:pr and use it on there alot.

    In-Character:

    -Character Name: Fareed Vatsal Ananya

    -Biography: Born in 2197, He was raised within the wastelands of the scarred world whilst traveling with his parents from Ravaged city to barren sands, finally settling down in their own semi-underground abode, built into a old mine shaft on a cliffside.

    Everything changed after the Nuclear event of 2212, while exploring deep within the shaft for anything useful, the earth around him shook before being buried alive with nothing but old worn mining equipment, being knocked out... almost a day later he re-awoke and had to dig himself out in order to keep from becoming a part of the mine forever, thankful to be nearing the exit of the mine that connects to his home and glad he is ok, he smells that harsh burn of wood and... flesh in the air, the door to his house unable to be opened he kicked it free, only to walk out into the hollowed out nook that once used to be his home, looking down to see the burnt in shadows of where his parents were standing only hours before, feeling the heat of the still near-burning ground through his ragged shoes he looked up to see the massive mushroom cloud that wiped his only family from the face of the planet.

    Devastated he made makeshift graves for his parents at the sight, although their bodies were nowhere to be found, but could be smelt in the smokey air, he gathered what he could and set out to start over, almost wishing he could have been with his parents during the incident, and not have to be alone in the harsh world that is his reality.

    -Character Family: Yuksev Ananya (Father, Deceased), Leeanne Ananya (Mother, Deceased)

    -Character Age: 16 roughly going onto 17.

    -Character Appearance: 5' 7" Teenage Male, Lightly Tanned, White, messy red hair (Long), Wears a pair of what appears to be new(er), semi-clean Cargo pants with a duty belt in the loops, Having old leather police pouches for his items, using a old torn up side-arm holster for his handmade baton (Ingame weapon: Sword), With a torn, old military BDU from the past-world before the Apoc he found amongst a dead body, a clean OD Green shirt beneath, sporting a shemagh around his neck and a tan back pack, and a tan hat he occasionally wears aswell as his goggles to keep the sand and anything else from his eyes.

    -Character Personality: (Any fatal flaws?): Cold, Almost lifeless since the sudden abrupt lose of his parents, To himself although wishes to develop some sort of friendship, so he won't feel so alone.

    -Occupation: Unemployed/Wanderer

    -Can your character read or write?: Both

    -Can your character mine?: Yes, Only upto iron gear however, he is not strong enough to lift anything more than that.

    -Can your character build? (Holes in the ground do not count.): He helped build the shack/home he once lived in, Has Mild-Basic and Some near advanced building skill.

    -Can your character fight?: Yes, He has learned to loosely defend himself with his baton.

    -Can your character farm?: No

    -Does your character have any special skills?: Works good with Leather and is learning to work with Metal gear.

    -Does your character have any mental or physical disabilities? Any health problems?: PTSD (Post Traumatic Stress Disorder).

    -Character Fears: To be mining and fall into a pit of slime, trying to escape but stuck within the goo, before being either suffocated or to witness himself being absorbed into the goo.

    -DESCRIBE an event where your character is in deep pain: Raiders? Really? No thanks.

    Fareed looked about the barren sands of the desert he was in, endlessly roaming to his next destination before stepping forth and hearing a almost wooden sound as he looked beneath his feet, only to notice he was on a trap door, soon falling through and into a dark musty stone pit, he heard laughing as two gruff deformed men approached him from the dark, the only light being from the exposed hole above in which he fell from... Shuffling back after groggily recovering, backing against the smooth stone of the wall and looking at the approaching figures...

    Man1: "My my... look.... food, just in time... I was starting to get alittle hungry..."

    Man2: "Shut up you dumb f*cker.... lets just cut his throat and make this quick..."

    Panicking, he quickly shuffled to his feet and tried to reason with the deformed... almost mutant men slowly inching towards him, "L-listen... I... don't want any trouble!... I... I have water!... Food!"

    They didn't listen, but only picked up the pace across the medium sized room, now at the center under the light, seeing the scars and bloody blisters coating their skin, he knew they were eating irradiated food and drinking contaminated water.. "I... I dont want to have to hurt you!.." he said unassuringly... although fingering his baton, ready to pull it to defend himself..

    M1: "C'mere young meat!", the man said as he lunged forward, the other merely watching, grabbing onto fareed's left arm with a painful grip, yelping out fareed grabbed his baton with his free hand and drew it, swiftly as he could running it into the man's head, knocking a tooth free of the messed up mouth the man possessed, backing off but clearly enraged.

    "I!... I told you to back off!" Fareed recalled as he kept his now slightly bloody baton raised, before the man rushed him, punching him square in the face, fareed quickly hitting the floor, cried out in agony as he felt blood rush from the back of his head as he had fallen on rock hard stone, reaching back to cup his wound he clenched his eyes shut, yelling out in pain before he felt a strong kick to his side, knocking the air straight from his lungs, looking up to see both the men beating down upon him, his baton being picked up by one and jabbed into his stomach.

    "Stop!" he was only able to cry out before feeling a sharp object stab into his thigh, screaming out before being kicked unconscious...

    Awaking later he found himself slumped in the corner of the same chamber, although the hole in the ceiling where he fell from was closed, torches lit around as he could foggily see the men rooting through his backpack... his baton near his foot.... about 20 feet from the men facing away from him, trying to move but soon finding his hand forced against his mouth to keep from crying out as he looked down at his previously inflicted wound... bleeding slowly..

    Reaching into his pocket he pulled a small piece of semi dry black leather, putting it between his teeth and biting down hard to bear the pain as quietly as he could, grabbing his baton from the ground as he heard the men laughing and eating his food, a fire infront of them beginning to heat up well... only imagining having not awoken sooner... and awaking only to be burning alive... Looking over to see a smuggled box of what looked like red sticks... a long fuse idly dangling from it... looking at it and "Dynamite" comes to his mind in a rush, painfully slowly rooting into his left pocket and pulling a matchbox... opening it to only find one match... but before he even attempted this, knowing sure well that he would be blown away in the chamber aswell, looked for a exit...

    Seeing a Rickety wooden ladder propped against the wall, tall enough to reach the hatch in which he fell... he thought out his plan and soon set it in motion, striking the match and letting it fall onto the fuse, a loud SSssssss filled the room as the men caught wind that he had awoken, still sitting down and un-prepared, found themselves both hit upside the head with the baton they used to beat him with, yelling out and dazed, Fareed grabbed his backpack from the ground and limped to the ladder, the only thing he could hear in his one mind was "ssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss" as the fuse burned away quickly, crying out in sheer agony as he bit down hard enough to cut the leather in his teeth.

    He as quickly as he could grabbed the ladder to position it above at the hatch and lean it against the lip above, hearing the men get back up and spot the TNT, yelling out and looking to him... Fareed shut his eyes tight and climbed as fast as he could, feeling the wooden ladder creek and bend loosely from its poor construction, he reached the top and felt a hand at his foot, kicking it away in his blind attempt to escape as he burst from the hatch and crawled as fast as he could on the hot burning sand away from the pit, hearing the ladder break as the men fought to get out...

    Before a loud boom rung his ears, throwing him from his stomach onto his back in a flip from the explosion, sand flying everywhere and landing about him as he stared at the sky... panting hard and spitting the leather aside...

    "Watch... my... f*cking... step..." whilst panting...

    (1 novel later...)


    -A screenshot of your skin: http://minecraftskins.com/preview/both/9/10185 -What I got so far, still looking-

    -Other Information: I will use ((*)) or brackets to speak in OOC in the local chat if needed or I will get banned

    Sorry If I missed anything!

    I am on xFire and Steam sometimes: XF: KillerDragn1 ; Steam: KillerDragn


    The demand to get into the server is high, thus it is quite easy for your app to get bumped out, And noone wants to go through 50 pages maybe looking for a good app. Although also noting that when a Server Mod posts, but you don't see a response to your app, it may be unsettling, But mod's have a life too and can't be on the Forums 24/7. I'm just trying to secure a spot on the server.
    Posted in: PC Servers
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    posted a message on ☣ Ruined World: Reborn™ ☣[Serious Roleplay|Hardcore|Realistic|Forum|Teamspeak] ☢
    Quote from KillerDragn

    Application

    Out-Of-Character:

    -Minecraft Account Name: KillerDragn

    -How old are you?: 16

    -Time-Zone/Country of Residence: GMT -7 MTN: Arizona; United States

    -Do you have a good grip on the English language/good grammar?: I would hope so~ Yes.

    -Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself: Average teenage male, May not be on all the time, more-so now due to school letting out, although slightly busy with arrangements since i'm going to be a UpperClassman Next year, I play the metal guitar-ness (5 years now), Hardcore LARPer (Airsoft).

    -How much time could you be on the server weekly?: Atleast 5-10-20-+++ Hours, It all really depends, I'm busy some days, Other's not.

    -How long have you played minecraft?: Since Alpha, The beginning.

    -What do you know about roleplaying? How long have you been doing it? What kind?: Well... I'm a furry, I roleplay text-wise all the time, sometimes serious RP with a plot, otherwise nothing huge, 2-3lines to 4-6 lines, I've RP'd Sci-Fi, Post-Apoc, etc, I also am a Avid/Hardcore Airsofter into MilSim (Military Simulation), and It comes with the hobby.

    -What do you expect this server will be like?: I expect it to be fun and have a great time, and hope my application will be approved, otherwise, I'll be disappointed...

    -What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them?: Edge Of Insanity- Lost contact with a good friend who was a Mod, looked the server back up and it seems to be inactive now (After a 2-3 month gap of time, in which real-life was a priority)

    -Have you ever been banned before? if, why? ( Be Honest ): No, I rarely find myself in servers at all since none of them peek my interest.

    -Have you read, understood, and agreed to the rules? What about the lore?: Yes, I skimmed through the story, its kinda late and I may read it fully later.

    -What is a slime called on this server?: It doesn't really have a name.

    -How did you hear about us?: Browsing on the Forum.

    -What is you forum account name? KillerDragn

    -Will you be willing to download and be active on our Mumble server?: Yes, I have mumble for BF2:pr and use it on there alot.

    In-Character:

    -Character Name: Fareed Vatsal Ananya

    -Biography: Born in 2197, He was raised within the wastelands of the scarred world whilst traveling with his parents from Ravaged city to barren sands, finally settling down in their own semi-underground abode, built into a old mine shaft on a cliffside.

    Everything changed after the Nuclear event of 2212, while exploring deep within the shaft for anything useful, the earth around him shook before being buried alive with nothing but old worn mining equipment, being knocked out... almost a day later he re-awoke and had to dig himself out in order to keep from becoming a part of the mine forever, thankful to be nearing the exit of the mine that connects to his home and glad he is ok, he smells that harsh burn of wood and... flesh in the air, the door to his house unable to be opened he kicked it free, only to walk out into the hollowed out nook that once used to be his home, looking down to see the burnt in shadows of where his parents were standing only hours before, feeling the heat of the still near-burning ground through his ragged shoes he looked up to see the massive mushroom cloud that wiped his only family from the face of the planet.

    Devastated he made makeshift graves for his parents at the sight, although their bodies were nowhere to be found, but could be smelt in the smokey air, he gathered what he could and set out to start over, almost wishing he could have been with his parents during the incident, and not have to be alone in the harsh world that is his reality.

    -Character Family: Yuksev Ananya (Father, Deceased), Leeanne Ananya (Mother, Deceased)

    -Character Age: 16 roughly going onto 17.

    -Character Appearance: 5' 7" Teenage Male, Lightly Tanned, White, messy red hair (Long), Wears a pair of what appears to be new(er), semi-clean Cargo pants with a duty belt in the loops, Having old leather police pouches for his items, using a old torn up side-arm holster for his handmade baton (Ingame weapon: Sword), With a torn, old military BDU from the past-world before the Apoc he found amongst a dead body, a clean OD Green shirt beneath, sporting a shemagh around his neck and a tan back pack, and a tan hat he occasionally wears aswell as his goggles to keep the sand and anything else from his eyes.

    -Character Personality: (Any fatal flaws?): Cold, Almost lifeless since the sudden abrupt lose of his parents, To himself although wishes to develop some sort of friendship, so he won't feel so alone.

    -Occupation: Unemployed/Wanderer

    -Can your character read or write?: Both

    -Can your character mine?: Yes, Only upto iron gear however, he is not strong enough to lift anything more than that.

    -Can your character build? (Holes in the ground do not count.): He helped build the shack/home he once lived in, Has Mild-Basic and Some near advanced building skill.

    -Can your character fight?: Yes, He has learned to loosely defend himself with his baton.

    -Can your character farm?: No

    -Does your character have any special skills?: Works good with Leather and is learning to work with Metal gear.

    -Does your character have any mental or physical disabilities? Any health problems?: PTSD (Post Traumatic Stress Disorder).

    -Character Fears: To be mining and fall into a pit of slime, trying to escape but stuck within the goo, before being either suffocated or to witness himself being absorbed into the goo.

    -DESCRIBE an event where your character is in deep pain: Raiders? Really? No thanks.

    Fareed looked about the barren sands of the desert he was in, endlessly roaming to his next destination before stepping forth and hearing a almost wooden sound as he looked beneath his feet, only to notice he was on a trap door, soon falling through and into a dark musty stone pit, he heard laughing as two gruff deformed men approached him from the dark, the only light being from the exposed hole above in which he fell from... Shuffling back after groggily recovering, backing against the smooth stone of the wall and looking at the approaching figures...

    Man1: "My my... look.... food, just in time... I was starting to get alittle hungry..."

    Man2: "Shut up you dumb f*cker.... lets just cut his throat and make this quick..."

    Panicking, he quickly shuffled to his feet and tried to reason with the deformed... almost mutant men slowly inching towards him, "L-listen... I... don't want any trouble!... I... I have water!... Food!"

    They didn't listen, but only picked up the pace across the medium sized room, now at the center under the light, seeing the scars and bloody blisters coating their skin, he knew they were eating irradiated food and drinking contaminated water.. "I... I dont want to have to hurt you!.." he said unassuringly... although fingering his baton, ready to pull it to defend himself..

    M1: "C'mere young meat!", the man said as he lunged forward, the other merely watching, grabbing onto fareed's left arm with a painful grip, yelping out fareed grabbed his baton with his free hand and drew it, swiftly as he could running it into the man's head, knocking a tooth free of the messed up mouth the man possessed, backing off but clearly enraged.

    "I!... I told you to back off!" Fareed recalled as he kept his now slightly bloody baton raised, before the man rushed him, punching him square in the face, fareed quickly hitting the floor, cried out in agony as he felt blood rush from the back of his head as he had fallen on rock hard stone, reaching back to cup his wound he clenched his eyes shut, yelling out in pain before he felt a strong kick to his side, knocking the air straight from his lungs, looking up to see both the men beating down upon him, his baton being picked up by one and jabbed into his stomach.

    "Stop!" he was only able to cry out before feeling a sharp object stab into his thigh, screaming out before being kicked unconscious...

    Awaking later he found himself slumped in the corner of the same chamber, although the hole in the ceiling where he fell from was closed, torches lit around as he could foggily see the men rooting through his backpack... his baton near his foot.... about 20 feet from the men facing away from him, trying to move but soon finding his hand forced against his mouth to keep from crying out as he looked down at his previously inflicted wound... bleeding slowly..

    Reaching into his pocket he pulled a small piece of semi dry black leather, putting it between his teeth and biting down hard to bear the pain as quietly as he could, grabbing his baton from the ground as he heard the men laughing and eating his food, a fire infront of them beginning to heat up well... only imagining having not awoken sooner... and awaking only to be burning alive... Looking over to see a smuggled box of what looked like red sticks... a long fuse idly dangling from it... looking at it and "Dynamite" comes to his mind in a rush, painfully slowly rooting into his left pocket and pulling a matchbox... opening it to only find one match... but before he even attempted this, knowing sure well that he would be blown away in the chamber aswell, looked for a exit...

    Seeing a Rickety wooden ladder propped against the wall, tall enough to reach the hatch in which he fell... he thought out his plan and soon set it in motion, striking the match and letting it fall onto the fuse, a loud SSssssss filled the room as the men caught wind that he had awoken, still sitting down and un-prepared, found themselves both hit upside the head with the baton they used to beat him with, yelling out and dazed, Fareed grabbed his backpack from the ground and limped to the ladder, the only thing he could hear in his one mind was "ssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss" as the fuse burned away quickly, crying out in sheer agony as he bit down hard enough to cut the leather in his teeth.

    He as quickly as he could grabbed the ladder to position it above at the hatch and lean it against the lip above, hearing the men get back up and spot the TNT, yelling out and looking to him... Fareed shut his eyes tight and climbed as fast as he could, feeling the wooden ladder creek and bend loosely from its poor construction, he reached the top and felt a hand at his foot, kicking it away in his blind attempt to escape as he burst from the hatch and crawled as fast as he could on the hot burning sand away from the pit, hearing the ladder break as the men fought to get out...

    Before a loud boom rung his ears, throwing him from his stomach onto his back in a flip from the explosion, sand flying everywhere and landing about him as he stared at the sky... panting hard and spitting the leather aside...

    "Watch... my... f*cking... step..." whilst panting...

    (1 novel later...)


    -A screenshot of your skin: http://minecraftskins.com/preview/both/9/10185 -What I got so far, still looking-

    -Other Information: I will use ((*)) or brackets to speak in OOC in the local chat if needed or I will get banned!

    Sorry If I missed anything!

    I am on xFire and Steam sometimes: XF: KillerDragn1 ; Steam: KillerDragn


    There you go.
    Posted in: PC Servers
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    posted a message on ☣ Ruined World: Reborn™ ☣[Serious Roleplay|Hardcore|Realistic|Forum|Teamspeak] ☢
    Quote from Emperor Penguin

    Review:
    I feel like you could've added more to the bio judging by how much detail and effort you put into the rest of the application, but you know what? I don't really care this time, the EDP is awesome, and you really put effort into this app. HOWEVER you forgot the one MAJOR component to your app that you need to have to be accepted. Look through the rules again and read each one carefully, its in the lower half of the rules I believe, re-submit your app once you have that component and you will be accepted.
    Overall: 7.5/10
    Judgment: PENDING :Pig:


    I'm sorry, I must've read over the rules around 3 times now, I couldn't seem to find anything in the rules I may have un-knowingly violated, Wether in the Application or not, I'm confused.

    Sorry my Bio was not as long as it should have been, it was around 12am for me and I was about to KO for the night.

    Thank you for looking over my application and taking it into consideration, I've also been trying to enter the Mumble Serv' but it requires a password, I was trying to enter to check upon my Application status.

    Please contact me via email if anything else is needed!
    Posted in: PC Servers
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    posted a message on ☣ Ruined World: Reborn™ ☣[Serious Roleplay|Hardcore|Realistic|Forum|Teamspeak] ☢
    Quote from KillerDragn

    Application

    Out-Of-Character:

    -Minecraft Account Name: KillerDragn

    -How old are you?: 16

    -Time-Zone/Country of Residence: GMT -7 MTN: Arizona; United States

    -Do you have a good grip on the English language/good grammar?: I would hope so~ Yes.

    -Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself: Average teenage male, May not be on all the time, more-so now due to school letting out, although slightly busy with arrangements since i'm going to be a UpperClassman Next year, I play the metal guitar-ness (5 years now), Hardcore LARPer (Airsoft).

    -How much time could you be on the server weekly?: Atleast 5-10-20-+++ Hours, It all really depends, I'm busy some days, Other's not.

    -How long have you played minecraft?: Since Alpha, The beginning.

    -What do you know about roleplaying? How long have you been doing it? What kind?: Well... I'm a furry, I roleplay text-wise all the time, sometimes serious RP with a plot, otherwise nothing huge, 2-3lines to 4-6 lines, I've RP'd Sci-Fi, Post-Apoc, etc, I also am a Avid/Hardcore Airsofter into MilSim (Military Simulation), and It comes with the hobby.

    -What do you expect this server will be like?: I expect it to be fun and have a great time, and hope my application will be approved, otherwise, I'll be disappointed...

    -What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them?: Edge Of Insanity- Lost contact with a good friend who was a Mod, looked the server back up and it seems to be inactive now (After a 2-3 month gap of time, in which real-life was a priority)

    -Have you ever been banned before? if, why? ( Be Honest ): No, I rarely find myself in servers at all since none of them peek my interest.

    -Have you read, understood, and agreed to the rules? What about the lore?: Yes, I skimmed through the story, its kinda late and I may read it fully later.

    -What is a slime called on this server?: It doesn't really have a name.

    -How did you hear about us?: Browsing on the Forum.

    -What is you forum account name? KillerDragn

    -Will you be willing to download and be active on our Mumble server?: Yes, I have mumble for BF2:pr and use it on there alot.

    In-Character:

    -Character Name: Fareed Vatsal Ananya

    -Biography: Born in 2197, He was raised within the wastelands of the scarred world whilst traveling with his parents from Ravaged city to barren sands, finally settling down in their own semi-underground abode, built into a old mine shaft on a cliffside.

    Everything changed after the Nuclear event of 2212, while exploring deep within the shaft for anything useful, the earth around him shook before being buried alive with nothing but old worn mining equipment, being knocked out... almost a day later he re-awoke and had to dig himself out in order to keep from becoming a part of the mine forever, thankful to be nearing the exit of the mine that connects to his home and glad he is ok, he smells that harsh burn of wood and... flesh in the air, the door to his house unable to be opened he kicked it free, only to walk out into the hollowed out nook that once used to be his home, looking down to see the burnt in shadows of where his parents were standing only hours before, feeling the heat of the still near-burning ground through his ragged shoes he looked up to see the massive mushroom cloud that wiped his only family from the face of the planet.

    Devastated he made makeshift graves for his parents at the sight, although their bodies were nowhere to be found, but could be smelt in the smokey air, he gathered what he could and set out to start over, almost wishing he could have been with his parents during the incident, and not have to be alone in the harsh world that is his reality.

    -Character Family: Yuksev Ananya (Father, Deceased), Leeanne Ananya (Mother, Deceased)

    -Character Age: 16 roughly going onto 17.

    -Character Appearance: 5' 7" Teenage Male, Lightly Tanned, White, messy red hair (Long), Wears a pair of what appears to be new(er), semi-clean Cargo pants with a duty belt in the loops, Having old leather police pouches for his items, using a old torn up side-arm holster for his handmade baton (Ingame weapon: Sword), With a torn, old military BDU from the past-world before the Apoc he found amongst a dead body, a clean OD Green shirt beneath, sporting a shemagh around his neck and a tan back pack, and a tan hat he occasionally wears aswell as his goggles to keep the sand and anything else from his eyes.

    -Character Personality: (Any fatal flaws?): Cold, Almost lifeless since the sudden abrupt lose of his parents, To himself although wishes to develop some sort of friendship, so he won't feel so alone.

    -Occupation: Unemployed/Wanderer

    -Can your character read or write?: Both

    -Can your character mine?: Yes, Only upto iron gear however, he is not strong enough to lift anything more than that.

    -Can your character build? (Holes in the ground do not count.): He helped build the shack/home he once lived in, Has Mild-Basic and Some near advanced building skill.

    -Can your character fight?: Yes, He has learned to loosely defend himself with his baton.

    -Can your character farm?: No

    -Does your character have any special skills?: Works good with Leather and is learning to work with Metal gear.

    -Does your character have any mental or physical disabilities? Any health problems?: PTSD (Post Traumatic Stress Disorder).

    -Character Fears: To be mining and fall into a pit of slime, trying to escape but stuck within the goo, before being either suffocated or to witness himself being absorbed into the goo.

    -DESCRIBE an event where your character is in deep pain: Raiders? Really? No thanks.

    Fareed looked about the barren sands of the desert he was in, endlessly roaming to his next destination before stepping forth and hearing a almost wooden sound as he looked beneath his feet, only to notice he was on a trap door, soon falling through and into a dark musty stone pit, he heard laughing as two gruff deformed men approached him from the dark, the only light being from the exposed hole above in which he fell from... Shuffling back after groggily recovering, backing against the smooth stone of the wall and looking at the approaching figures...

    Man1: "My my... look.... food, just in time... I was starting to get alittle hungry..."

    Man2: "Shut up you dumb f*cker.... lets just cut his throat and make this quick..."

    Panicking, he quickly shuffled to his feet and tried to reason with the deformed... almost mutant men slowly inching towards him, "L-listen... I... don't want any trouble!... I... I have water!... Food!"

    They didn't listen, but only picked up the pace across the medium sized room, now at the center under the light, seeing the scars and bloody blisters coating their skin, he knew they were eating irradiated food and drinking contaminated water.. "I... I dont want to have to hurt you!.." he said unassuringly... although fingering his baton, ready to pull it to defend himself..

    M1: "C'mere young meat!", the man said as he lunged forward, the other merely watching, grabbing onto fareed's left arm with a painful grip, yelping out fareed grabbed his baton with his free hand and drew it, swiftly as he could running it into the man's head, knocking a tooth free of the messed up mouth the man possessed, backing off but clearly enraged.

    "I!... I told you to back off!" Fareed recalled as he kept his now slightly bloody baton raised, before the man rushed him, punching him square in the face, fareed quickly hitting the floor, cried out in agony as he felt blood rush from the back of his head as he had fallen on rock hard stone, reaching back to cup his wound he clenched his eyes shut, yelling out in pain before he felt a strong kick to his side, knocking the air straight from his lungs, looking up to see both the men beating down upon him, his baton being picked up by one and jabbed into his stomach.

    "Stop!" he was only able to cry out before feeling a sharp object stab into his thigh, screaming out before being kicked unconscious...

    Awaking later he found himself slumped in the corner of the same chamber, although the hole in the ceiling where he fell from was closed, torches lit around as he could foggily see the men rooting through his backpack... his baton near his foot.... about 20 feet from the men facing away from him, trying to move but soon finding his hand forced against his mouth to keep from crying out as he looked down at his previously inflicted wound... bleeding slowly..

    Reaching into his pocket he pulled a small piece of semi dry black leather, putting it between his teeth and biting down hard to bear the pain as quietly as he could, grabbing his baton from the ground as he heard the men laughing and eating his food, a fire infront of them beginning to heat up well... only imagining having not awoken sooner... and awaking only to be burning alive... Looking over to see a smuggled box of what looked like red sticks... a long fuse idly dangling from it... looking at it and "Dynamite" comes to his mind in a rush, painfully slowly rooting into his left pocket and pulling a matchbox... opening it to only find one match... but before he even attempted this, knowing sure well that he would be blown away in the chamber aswell, looked for a exit...

    Seeing a Rickety wooden ladder propped against the wall, tall enough to reach the hatch in which he fell... he thought out his plan and soon set it in motion, striking the match and letting it fall onto the fuse, a loud SSssssss filled the room as the men caught wind that he had awoken, still sitting down and un-prepared, found themselves both hit upside the head with the baton they used to beat him with, yelling out and dazed, Fareed grabbed his backpack from the ground and limped to the ladder, the only thing he could hear in his one mind was "ssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss" as the fuse burned away quickly, crying out in sheer agony as he bit down hard enough to cut the leather in his teeth.

    He as quickly as he could grabbed the ladder to position it above at the hatch and lean it against the lip above, hearing the men get back up and spot the TNT, yelling out and looking to him... Fareed shut his eyes tight and climbed as fast as he could, feeling the wooden ladder creek and bend loosely from its poor construction, he reached the top and felt a hand at his foot, kicking it away in his blind attempt to escape as he burst from the hatch and crawled as fast as he could on the hot burning sand away from the pit, hearing the ladder break as the men fought to get out...

    Before a loud boom rung his ears, throwing him from his stomach onto his back in a flip from the explosion, sand flying everywhere and landing about him as he stared at the sky... panting hard and spitting the leather aside...

    "Watch... my... f*cking... step..." whilst panting...

    (1 novel later...)


    -A screenshot of your skin: http://minecraftskins.com/preview/both/9/10185 -What I got so far, still looking-

    -Other Information: Email: [email protected]

    Sorry If I missed anything!

    I am on xFire and Steam sometimes: XF: KillerDragn1 ; Steam: KillerDragn


    I feel as like my app may have been skipped over, Thank you for any consideration and have a good night!
    Posted in: PC Servers
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    posted a message on ☣ Ruined World: Reborn™ ☣[Serious Roleplay|Hardcore|Realistic|Forum|Teamspeak] ☢
    Application

    Out-Of-Character:

    -Minecraft Account Name: KillerDragn

    -How old are you?: 16

    -Time-Zone/Country of Residence: GMT -7 MTN: Arizona; United States

    -Do you have a good grip on the English language/good grammar?: I would hope so~ Yes.

    -Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself: Average teenage male, May not be on all the time, more-so now due to school letting out, although slightly busy with arrangements since i'm going to be a UpperClassman Next year, I play the metal guitar-ness (5 years now), Hardcore LARPer (Airsoft).

    -How much time could you be on the server weekly?: Atleast 5-10-20-+++ Hours, It all really depends, I'm busy some days, Other's not.

    -How long have you played minecraft?: Since Alpha, The beginning.

    -What do you know about roleplaying? How long have you been doing it? What kind?: Well... I'm a furry, I roleplay text-wise all the time, sometimes serious RP with a plot, otherwise nothing huge, 2-3lines to 4-6 lines, I've RP'd Sci-Fi, Post-Apoc, etc, I also am a Avid/Hardcore Airsofter into MilSim (Military Simulation), and It comes with the hobby.

    -What do you expect this server will be like?: I expect it to be fun and have a great time, and hope my application will be approved, otherwise, I'll be disappointed...

    -What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them?: Edge Of Insanity- Lost contact with a good friend who was a Mod, looked the server back up and it seems to be inactive now (After a 2-3 month gap of time, in which real-life was a priority)

    -Have you ever been banned before? if, why? ( Be Honest ): No, I rarely find myself in servers at all since none of them peek my interest.

    -Have you read, understood, and agreed to the rules? What about the lore?: Yes, I skimmed through the story, its kinda late and I may read it fully later.

    -What is a slime called on this server?: It doesn't really have a name.

    -How did you hear about us?: Browsing on the Forum.

    -What is you forum account name? KillerDragn

    -Will you be willing to download and be active on our Mumble server?: Yes, I have mumble for BF2:pr and use it on there alot.

    In-Character:

    -Character Name: Fareed Vatsal Ananya

    -Biography: Born in 2197, He was raised within the wastelands of the scarred world whilst traveling with his parents from Ravaged city to barren sands, finally settling down in their own semi-underground abode, built into a old mine shaft on a cliffside.

    Everything changed after the Nuclear event of 2212, while exploring deep within the shaft for anything useful, the earth around him shook before being buried alive with nothing but old worn mining equipment, being knocked out... almost a day later he re-awoke and had to dig himself out in order to keep from becoming a part of the mine forever, thankful to be nearing the exit of the mine that connects to his home and glad he is ok, he smells that harsh burn of wood and... flesh in the air, the door to his house unable to be opened he kicked it free, only to walk out into the hollowed out nook that once used to be his home, looking down to see the burnt in shadows of where his parents were standing only hours before, feeling the heat of the still near-burning ground through his ragged shoes he looked up to see the massive mushroom cloud that wiped his only family from the face of the planet.

    Devastated he made makeshift graves for his parents at the sight, although their bodies were nowhere to be found, but could be smelt in the smokey air, he gathered what he could and set out to start over, almost wishing he could have been with his parents during the incident, and not have to be alone in the harsh world that is his reality.

    -Character Family: Yuksev Ananya (Father, Deceased), Leeanne Ananya (Mother, Deceased)

    -Character Age: 16 roughly going onto 17.

    -Character Appearance: 5' 7" Teenage Male, Lightly Tanned, White, messy red hair (Long), Wears a pair of what appears to be new(er), semi-clean Cargo pants with a duty belt in the loops, Having old leather police pouches for his items, using a old torn up side-arm holster for his handmade baton (Ingame weapon: Sword), With a torn, old military BDU from the past-world before the Apoc he found amongst a dead body, a clean OD Green shirt beneath, sporting a shemagh around his neck and a tan back pack, and a tan hat he occasionally wears aswell as his goggles to keep the sand and anything else from his eyes.

    -Character Personality: (Any fatal flaws?): Cold, Almost lifeless since the sudden abrupt lose of his parents, To himself although wishes to develop some sort of friendship, so he won't feel so alone.

    -Occupation: Unemployed/Wanderer

    -Can your character read or write?: Both

    -Can your character mine?: Yes, Only upto iron gear however, he is not strong enough to lift anything more than that.

    -Can your character build? (Holes in the ground do not count.): He helped build the shack/home he once lived in, Has Mild-Basic and Some near advanced building skill.

    -Can your character fight?: Yes, He has learned to loosely defend himself with his baton.

    -Can your character farm?: No

    -Does your character have any special skills?: Works good with Leather and is learning to work with Metal gear.

    -Does your character have any mental or physical disabilities? Any health problems?: PTSD (Post Traumatic Stress Disorder).

    -Character Fears: To be mining and fall into a pit of slime, trying to escape but stuck within the goo, before being either suffocated or to witness himself being absorbed into the goo.

    -DESCRIBE an event where your character is in deep pain: Raiders? Really? No thanks.

    Fareed looked about the barren sands of the desert he was in, endlessly roaming to his next destination before stepping forth and hearing a almost wooden sound as he looked beneath his feet, only to notice he was on a trap door, soon falling through and into a dark musty stone pit, he heard laughing as two gruff deformed men approached him from the dark, the only light being from the exposed hole above in which he fell from... Shuffling back after groggily recovering, backing against the smooth stone of the wall and looking at the approaching figures...

    Man1: "My my... look.... food, just in time... I was starting to get alittle hungry..."

    Man2: "Shut up you dumb f*cker.... lets just cut his throat and make this quick..."

    Panicking, he quickly shuffled to his feet and tried to reason with the deformed... almost mutant men slowly inching towards him, "L-listen... I... don't want any trouble!... I... I have water!... Food!"

    They didn't listen, but only picked up the pace across the medium sized room, now at the center under the light, seeing the scars and bloody blisters coating their skin, he knew they were eating irradiated food and drinking contaminated water.. "I... I dont want to have to hurt you!.." he said unassuringly... although fingering his baton, ready to pull it to defend himself..

    M1: "C'mere young meat!", the man said as he lunged forward, the other merely watching, grabbing onto fareed's left arm with a painful grip, yelping out fareed grabbed his baton with his free hand and drew it, swiftly as he could running it into the man's head, knocking a tooth free of the messed up mouth the man possessed, backing off but clearly enraged.

    "I!... I told you to back off!" Fareed recalled as he kept his now slightly bloody baton raised, before the man rushed him, punching him square in the face, fareed quickly hitting the floor, cried out in agony as he felt blood rush from the back of his head as he had fallen on rock hard stone, reaching back to cup his wound he clenched his eyes shut, yelling out in pain before he felt a strong kick to his side, knocking the air straight from his lungs, looking up to see both the men beating down upon him, his baton being picked up by one and jabbed into his stomach.

    "Stop!" he was only able to cry out before feeling a sharp object stab into his thigh, screaming out before being kicked unconscious...

    Awaking later he found himself slumped in the corner of the same chamber, although the hole in the ceiling where he fell from was closed, torches lit around as he could foggily see the men rooting through his backpack... his baton near his foot.... about 20 feet from the men facing away from him, trying to move but soon finding his hand forced against his mouth to keep from crying out as he looked down at his previously inflicted wound... bleeding slowly..

    Reaching into his pocket he pulled a small piece of semi dry black leather, putting it between his teeth and biting down hard to bear the pain as quietly as he could, grabbing his baton from the ground as he heard the men laughing and eating his food, a fire infront of them beginning to heat up well... only imagining having not awoken sooner... and awaking only to be burning alive... Looking over to see a smuggled box of what looked like red sticks... a long fuse idly dangling from it... looking at it and "Dynamite" comes to his mind in a rush, painfully slowly rooting into his left pocket and pulling a matchbox... opening it to only find one match... but before he even attempted this, knowing sure well that he would be blown away in the chamber aswell, looked for a exit...

    Seeing a Rickety wooden ladder propped against the wall, tall enough to reach the hatch in which he fell... he thought out his plan and soon set it in motion, striking the match and letting it fall onto the fuse, a loud SSssssss filled the room as the men caught wind that he had awoken, still sitting down and un-prepared, found themselves both hit upside the head with the baton they used to beat him with, yelling out and dazed, Fareed grabbed his backpack from the ground and limped to the ladder, the only thing he could hear in his one mind was "ssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss" as the fuse burned away quickly, crying out in sheer agony as he bit down hard enough to cut the leather in his teeth.

    He as quickly as he could grabbed the ladder to position it above at the hatch and lean it against the lip above, hearing the men get back up and spot the TNT, yelling out and looking to him... Fareed shut his eyes tight and climbed as fast as he could, feeling the wooden ladder creek and bend loosely from its poor construction, he reached the top and felt a hand at his foot, kicking it away in his blind attempt to escape as he burst from the hatch and crawled as fast as he could on the hot burning sand away from the pit, hearing the ladder break as the men fought to get out...

    Before a loud boom rung his ears, throwing him from his stomach onto his back in a flip from the explosion, sand flying everywhere and landing about him as he stared at the sky... panting hard and spitting the leather aside...

    "Watch... my... f*cking... step..." whilst panting...

    (1 novel later...)


    -A screenshot of your skin: http://minecraftskins.com/preview/both/9/10185 -What I got so far, still looking-

    -Other Information: Email: [email protected]

    Sorry If I missed anything!

    I am on xFire and Steam sometimes: XF: KillerDragn1 ; Steam: KillerDragn
    Posted in: PC Servers
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    posted a message on [UK - Misfit-Productions alpha!]
    Sorry I havent been on alot. Since MOH came out, Im digging on that pretty hard.
    Posted in: Alpha - Minecraft Servers
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    posted a message on [UK - Misfit-Productions alpha!]
    Server lag SHOULD be fixed, Multiplay Went ahead and Moved the Server to a Different Machine. :biggrin.gif:

    Also, New IP
    Posted in: Alpha - Minecraft Servers
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    posted a message on [UK - Misfit-Productions alpha!]
    Yaaaaaay :biggrin.gif:
    Posted in: Alpha - Minecraft Servers
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    posted a message on [UK - Misfit-Productions alpha!]
    Yeah ;:happy.gif: my bad, Sorry!
    Posted in: Alpha - Minecraft Servers
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    posted a message on internal exception java.net.socketexception connection reset
    I tend to get this weird error when the server restarts :S
    Posted in: Legacy Support
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    posted a message on [UK - Misfit-Productions alpha!]
    Edit: Was my fault server went down :S Was spawning a item, accidentally spawned some 1 million.
    Posted in: Alpha - Minecraft Servers
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