Silvania Wins!
User name*:Bellios
Age*:16
Location/Time Zone*:Eastern Standard Time
Did someone refer you?:Nobody referred me, I found this while browsing for Minecraft servers.
Minecraft Version (eg 1.8.1)*:1.1
Land/Town:I would like to become a member of the Shinto Nation.
Job*:Armourer.
Race:Assassin
Name: Zetobyx.
Age*:22
Bio*: Zetobyx comes from a poor family of farmers. He never had any friends growing up, as he lived far away from anyone else. He was homeschooled until he was sixteen years old. His father taught him how to make armour from the cow carcasses after they were taken to the slaughter house. If he could find any type of metal, or if wood was available, he would experiment with making other armours and weapons.
One night, while he was lying in bed, he heard his parents arguing. Some of the animals that they bred and raised were becoming sick, and were afraid that it would spread throughout the farm. His mother was mostly upset that they were running out of money for feeding the animals, and more importantly, the family. No money also meant that they couldn't buy any baby animals to raise. If they couldn't raise animals, they couldn't sell the valuable items once the animals were slaughtered. Zetobyx lay in bed until early in the morning. He thought about it all night and decided he must leave behind his beloved home, and travel to Silvania to find work. He was determined to get enough money to send back home to his family so they could keep there farming lifestyle sufficable. He packed a knapsack with a little bit of food, and put on his best home-made armour and sheated his favorite wooden sword. He slipped a note under his parents bedroom door, informing them of his plan and that he loved them all very much. He left home and began his journey, shedding a few tears on the way to his new life...
So am I accepted or what? Your response was less a 'problem' response, and more of a question.
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User name*:masterelement
Age*:13 (I am mature)
Location/Time Zone*:Eastern Standard Time/New York
Did someone refer you?:No
Minecraft Version (eg 1.8.1)*:1.1
Land/Town:Nation of Arcustian/Loxley
Job*:Redstone Engineer
Race:Assassin
Name:Jyighttor
Age*:25
Bio*: Being born on the streets Jyighttor found it hard to survive without friends or family. Growing up as a kid he learned how to scale buildings, steal and hid. Soon he started to get hired to kill people. As he grew older he was hired by a local gang to steal from the town bank. He planed this out for over a week, and then the day came were he robed the bank. But it didn't go to well he was caught by the cops and put in the slammer. after a year in prison he manged to break out. Being on the run for year now he has reached a land called "Silvania" and to the town of Loxley were he wants to start a new life. Now only a few miles from Loxley he is ready to start over.
User name*:Superminer200
Age*:15
Location/Time Zone*:U.S.A Ohio (EST)
Did someone refer you?:no
Minecraft Version (eg 1.8.1)*:1.1
Land/Town: Faerun
Job*:Carpenter
Race:hunter
Name: jodan grim
Age*:20
Bio*:Jodan lived far west he lived a normel life he worked on a farm with his parents but he his much better at hunting and carpentry his parents left each other when he was 12 and he went with his dad his sister and little brother went with his mom when when he turned 19 he left his home town and wandered he seen many places he came to Faerun to settle down for a bit earn some money and maybe make a name for himself
As hallo said, needs some more information. He didn't say "perm-denied" so you can still post another one. Aim for about double what you have now
Look @Norn im sorry if i offended you in anyway and i dont want there to be bad blood between us on the server soo im sorry,if we could put all this behind us it would be great
Kind Regards James
P.S i would still like to play on the server so could you please send me the ip when possible :smile.gif: that would be great thanks :smile.gif: :laugh.gif: :wink.gif:
User name*:Superminer200
Age*:15
Location/Time Zone*:U.S.A Ohio (EST)
Did someone refer you?:no
Minecraft Version (eg 1.8.1)*:1.1
Land/Town: Faerun
Job*:Carpenter
Race:hunter
Name: jodan grim
Age*:20
Bio*:Jodan lived far west he lived a normel life he worked on a farm with his parents but he his much better at hunting and carpentry his parents left each other when he was 12 and he went with his dad his sister and little brother went with his mom when when he turned 19 he left his home town and wandered he seen many places he came to Faerun to settle down for a bit earn some money and maybe make a name for himself
User name*: Mikey_Mouse
Age*: 15
Location/Time Zone*: CST
Did someone refer you?: No
Minecraft Version (eg 1.8.1)*: 1.1
Land/Town: Deciding later on
Job*: Armourer
Race: Warrior
Name: Bander
Age*: 24
Bio*: When I was young, around the age of twelve, I lived in a quiet little place called Gnarland, with my father and older brother. My father was getting into some bad debt with the high king for purchasing some land, and in turn the king sent three guards under cover to murder my father. When they came in the middle of the night, I heard the floor boards creek from down the hall as one of them came in. I got up and nervously and cracked open my bedroom door where me and my brother were sleeping. The man began climbing upstairs to my father's bedroom. I woke up my brother with haste to worn him of father's fate. I wanted to go up there and attack him, but he held me back and said there was nothing I could do, it was too late. I wanted to go up there and bash him over the head no matter the consequences, but he was right. We would just be murdered along with him. We quietly opened the front door to escape the house, and to our dismay, the other two guards were standing just outside, and grabbed me and my brother, bashed us over the heads, and threw us in the back of their cart. I woke up the next day, at the end of a road, with a throbbing headache, next to a sign saying "Welcome to Silvania." Although I was happy I was dropped off in civilization rather than in a ditch in the middle of nowhere, my brother wasn't there next to me to tell me it'll be alright.
P.S. Sorry for putting in my father dying, I think it was still a good story though, right :biggrin.gif:?
I intended on moving into the nether ASAP, if I were to be accepted. This would mean that the nation's capital would be there and that I would start by living alone, or with one or two other people and grow from there.
You're welcome to live in the nether, but you can't create your own nation. Closest you can get is creating a town, which costs 25k - The nations are pre-defined, the only way to become kind is to have a king hand over capitalship to your town. And thats only happened once, because another mayor was banned :tongue.gif:
User name*: deathhydra
Age*: 16
Location/Time Zone*: central
Did someone refer you?: nope
Minecraft Version (eg 1.8.1)*: 1.1
Land/Town: Stonebow
Job*: carpenter
Race: Warrior
Name:
Age*:20
Bio*: Parents are difforced, lives with his mom, decides he hates his mom, go's to his dad's, his dad gets kicks him out, he walks along a road for 3 days, comes across the town Stonebow looking for food and water, comes across a group of friends who helps him and gives him shelter for a day, and then later meets the king without realizing it and gets a job as a carpenter.
-Quite bad spelling/grammar
-...Why does he hate his mum?
-Why did his dad kick him out?
-Stonebow isn't a town, its a nation
-You phrase it like those friends were people he already knew. If so, what were they doing all the way out there?
-I don't think you'd casually meet a king without realizing. He'd be surrounded by guards...
User name*: FreakyBastard
Age*: 15
Location/Time Zone*:Holland
Did someone refer you?: No
Minecraft Version (eg 1.8.1)*: 1.1
Land/Town: Stonebow
Job*: Armourer
Race: Hunter
Name: Will Stirling
Age*: 26
Bio*:My name is Will Stirling. and this is my story
10 years ago.
i whas working on the farm of my family when a group soldiers came to the farm to raid it for the king
me dad wanted to give all his money to save his farm but the Sergeant killed him and gave the order to Raid the farm
I runned away i whas scared and afraid to get killed.
2 years later.
after long and hard times on the street i became a Apprentice Armourer of an old man named Henry he whas around 60 and needed help in the shop
So i helped him and he became a dad for me.
1 year later He did a transport of weapons and after that i never heard anything about him anymore
i became an Angry man full of hate against that faction who killed his Family and willing to die to defeat that king from his trone
Feels like its missing something... Also, I know English isn't your first language, for future reference no h in "Was" :smile.gif:
Silvania Wins!
User name*:Bellios
Age*:16
Location/Time Zone*:Eastern Standard Time
Did someone refer you?:Nobody referred me, I found this while browsing for Minecraft servers.
Minecraft Version (eg 1.8.1)*:1.1
Land/Town:I would like to become a member of the Shinto Nation.
Job*:Armourer.
Race:Assassin
Name: Zetobyx.
Age*:22
Bio*: Zetobyx comes from a poor family of farmers. He never had any friends growing up, as he lived far away from anyone else. He was homeschooled until he was sixteen years old. His father taught him how to make armour from the cow carcasses after they were taken to the slaughter house. If he could find any type of metal, or if wood was available, he would experiment with making other armours and weapons.
One night, while he was lying in bed, he heard his parents arguing. Some of the animals that they bred and raised were becoming sick, and were afraid that it would spread throughout the farm. His mother was mostly upset that they were running out of money for feeding the animals, and more importantly, the family. No money also meant that they couldn't buy any baby animals to raise. If they couldn't raise animals, they couldn't sell the valuable items once the animals were slaughtered. Zetobyx lay in bed until early in the morning. He thought about it all night and decided he must leave behind his beloved home, and travel to Silvania to find work. He was determined to get enough money to send back home to his family so they could keep there farming lifestyle sufficable. He packed a knapsack with a little bit of food, and put on his best home-made armour and sheated his favorite wooden sword. He slipped a note under his parents bedroom door, informing them of his plan and that he loved them all very much. He left home and began his journey, shedding a few tears on the way to his new life...
I quite like this. My only question - How did he hear about Silvania? Did he have his heart set on going there, or happen to find it on his travels?
User name*:masterelement
Age*:13 (I am mature)
Location/Time Zone*:Eastern Standard Time/New York
Did someone refer you?:No
Minecraft Version (eg 1.8.1)*:1.1
Land/Town:Nation of Arcustian/Loxley
Job*:Redstone Engineer
Race:Assassin
Name:Jyighttor
Age*:25
Bio*: Being born on the streets Jyighttor found it hard to survive without friends or family. Growing up as a kid he learned how to scale buildings, steal and hid. Soon he started to get hired to kill people. As he grew older he was hired by a local gang to steal from the town bank. He planed this out for over a week, and then the day came were he robed the bank. But it didn't go to well he was caught by the cops and put in the slammer. after a year in prison he manged to break out. Being on the run for year now he has reached a land called "Silvania" and to the town of Loxley were he wants to start a new life. Now only a few miles from Loxley he is ready to start over.
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What happened to your family, were they on the streets but seperated, dead, didn't want anything to do with you..? And did anyone raise you at all, teaching you those skills you learned?
Also, "cops" and "slammer" seem like weird phrases to use :tongue.gif: I wouldn't deny you for them, but just pointing out they are unpreferable.
I intended on moving into the nether ASAP, if I were to be accepted. This would mean that the nation's capital would be there and that I would start by living alone, or with one or two other people and grow from there.
I would like to point out that nether portals do not work like you may think they do. To gain access to the never (which btw is the domain of Baloin, our resident servant of destruction) one must first acquire the 'nethergate' spell from it's appropriate shrine.
Also remember, living outside a town or not belonging to a faction means you cannot use LWC on anything you build in the wilderness.
And as flen mentioned, you can't make nations. Only new towns. Im not sure if we still follow the 'bring 5 friends who pledge themselves to you and get a town' rules or if that was tossed aside but worth looking into.
This is all fine, and, consitering you guys seem to be pretty ok with my app, can I have the IP or some suggestions to improve?
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Silvania Wins!
By the way, this was already read by Flenix, but he asked a question about Zetobyx. I sent him a message asking about what he wants me to do to fix it, but I understand he's probably quite busy, so I decided to just repost this app with the updated info. It's not that much, but I'll highlight it anyways.
User name*:Bellios
Age*:16
Location/Time Zone*:Eastern Standard Time
Did someone refer you?:Nobody referred me, I found this while browsing for Minecraft servers.
Minecraft Version (eg 1.8.1)*:1.1
Land/Town:I would like to become a member of the Shinto Town in the Nation of Ramonia.
Job*:Armourer.
Race:Assassin
Name: Zetobyx.
Age*:22
Bio*: Zetobyx comes from a poor family of farmers. He never had any friends growing up, as he lived far away from anyone else. He was homeschooled until he was sixteen years old. His father taught him how to make armour from the cow carcasses after they were taken to the slaughter house. If he could find any type of metal, or if wood was available, he would experiment with making other armours and weapons.
One night, while he was lying in bed, he heard his parents arguing. Some of the animals that they bred and raised were becoming sick, and were afraid that it would spread throughout the farm. His mother was mostly upset that they were running out of money for feeding the animals, and more importantly, the family. No money also meant that they couldn't buy any baby animals to raise. If they couldn't raise animals, they couldn't sell the valuable items once the animals were slaughtered.He often heard her talk about this place called Silvania, and how his father would go there to buy and sell animals and foods. Zetobyx lay in bed until early in the morning. He thought about it all night and decided he must leave behind his beloved home, and travel to Silvania to find work. He was determined to get enough money to send back home to his family so they could keep there farming lifestyle sufficable. He packed a knapsack with a little bit of food, and put on his best home-made armour and sheated his favorite wooden sword. He slipped a note under his parents bedroom door, informing them of his plan and that he loved them all very much. He left home and began his journey, shedding a few tears on the way to his new life...
User name*:Superminer200
Age*:15
Location/Time Zone*:U.S.A Ohio (EST)
Did someone refer you?:no
Minecraft Version (eg 1.8.1)*:1.1
Land/Town: Faerun
Job*:Carpenter
Race:hunter
Name: jodan grim
Age*:20
Bio*:Jodan lived far west he lived a normel life he worked on a farm with his parents but he his much better at hunting and carpentry his parents left each other when he was 12 and he went with his dad his sister and little brother went with his mom when when he turned 19 he left his home town and wandered he seen many places he traveled back home when he turned 20 and found out his father was dead from sickness he went to his moms house to find out she had Alzheimer and didn't remember him so he left and went to the inn and learned of a land to the east full of wonder and riches he boarded a boat and headed there and landed in the city of Faerun "this is the start of my new life." (i'm hoping to start my story here)
i hope this is good enough i really want to join this server
User name*: MrZombie
Age*: 19
Location/Time Zone*: EST (GMT -5)
Did someone refer you?: nope
Minecraft Version (eg 1.8.1)*: 1.1
Silvania... yea it wins.
Land/Town: Unknown (Read the bio)
Job*: Carpenter (Why can they craft 'wooden' bows?, i guess for balance :/)
Race: Hunter
Name: Rowan Grey ??? (He doesn't know his last name)
Age*: 24
Bio*:
Have you ever wished you could forget you past, and start a new life? Well that is where this story ends... At a wish. A simple wish, The end. Yet an ending is just a begging...
"I wish i could forget it all!" Rowan exclaims as he tosses a large stone into the river. With a splash, the stone sank to the bottom of the river. Rowan stood at that river reliving his past moments. A second splash sounded, yet Rowan remained in a daze of memories. *THWAK!* Rowan fell onto the riverside and was rendered unconscious.
The bright ray of sun illuminates through the leaves, waking Rowan up. Rowan quickly stands to his feet, confused, lost, and yet at peace with himself. He stumbles upon half a large stone, it looked to have some sort of marking on it. Behind him sat the other half. Putting the two halves together he could barely focus onto the marking. Trying to make since of the blur, he eventually could read one word. "Memories." Seeing this word, Rowan realized he has no idea why hes here, who he is, and what he was doing before this day. All he knew was his first name, Rowan.
(I purposely left out his past to allow me to RP as someone completely unconnected with the world, and its history. Also it allows anyone on the server (If they wish to take on the challenge) to fill in my past (Maybe I'm a noble's son that was banish? A farmer's son who ran away? A townsman who had a fight with a spouse? WHO KNOWS!)
Description:
Brown hair, Blue eyes. A soft looking face that is easy to trust. Yet there is a scare across one eye that shows he has been through some battles(The scare makes it harder for people that knew him before to recognize him now) . His voice is slightly grizzled, It sounds like hes been eating a lot of tough food.
Due to months of isolation, he doesn't trust anyone and he only goes to towns to sell the wooden objects his made. You might find him in a bar/inn trying to remember his past. Be warned though, if you find him out in his neck of the woods you will be released of your goods and coin, then sent on your way.
User name*:Superminer200
Age*:15
Location/Time Zone*:U.S.A Ohio (EST)
Did someone refer you?:no
Minecraft Version (eg 1.8.1)*:1.1
Land/Town: Faerun
Job*:Carpenter
Race:hunter
Name: jodan grim
Age*:20
Bio*:Jodan lived far west he lived a normel life he worked on a farm with his parents but he his much better at hunting and carpentry his parents left each other when he was 12 and he went with his dad his sister and little brother went with his mom when when he turned 19 he left his home town and wandered he seen many places he traveled back home when he turned 20 and found out his father was dead from sickness he went to his moms house to find out she had Alzheimer and didn't remember him so he left and went to the inn and learned of a land to the east full of wonder and riches he boarded a boat and headed there and landed in the city of Faerun "this is the start of my new life." (i'm hoping to start my story here)
i hope this is good enough i really want to join this server
User name*: MrZombie
Age*: 19
Location/Time Zone*: EST (GMT -5)
Did someone refer you?: nope
Minecraft Version (eg 1.8.1)*: 1.1
Silvania... yea it wins.
Land/Town: Unknown (Read the bio)
Job*: Carpenter (Why can they craft 'wooden' bows?, i guess for balance :/)
Race: Hunter
Name: Rowan Grey ??? (He doesn't know his last name)
Age*: 24
Bio*:
Have you ever wished you could forget you past, and start a new life? Well that is where this story ends... At a wish. A simple wish, The end. Yet an ending is just a begging...
"I wish i could forget it all!" Rowan exclaims as he tosses a large stone into the river. With a splash, the stone sank to the bottom of the river. Rowan stood at that river reliving his past moments. A second splash sounded, yet Rowan remained in a daze of memories. *THWAK!* Rowan fell onto the riverside and was rendered unconscious.
The bright ray of sun illuminates through the leaves, waking Rowan up. Rowan quickly stands to his feet, confused, lost, and yet at peace with himself. He stumbles upon half a large stone, it looked to have some sort of marking on it. Behind him sat the other half. Putting the two halves together he could barely focus onto the marking. Trying to make since of the blur, he eventually could read one word. "Memories." Seeing this word, Rowan realized he has no idea why hes here, who he is, and what he was doing before this day. All he knew was his first name, Rowan.
(I purposely left out his past to allow me to RP as someone completely unconnected with the world, and its history. Also it allows anyone on the server (If they wish to take on the challenge) to fill in my past (Maybe I'm a noble's son that was banish? A farmer's son who ran away? A townsman who had a fight with a spouse? WHO KNOWS!)
Description:
Brown hair, Blue eyes. A soft looking face that is easy to trust. Yet there is a scare across one eye that shows he has been through some battles(The scare makes it harder for people that knew him before to recognize him now) . His voice is slightly grizzled, It sounds like hes been eating a lot of tough food.
Due to months of isolation, he doesn't trust anyone and he only goes to towns to sell the wooden objects his made. You might find him in a bar/inn trying to remember his past. Be warned though, if you find him out in his neck of the woods you will be released of your goods and coin, then sent on your way.
It will certainly be.... interesting to see what happens.
Keep in mind though that if you build anything or put any chests out in the wilderness, you may not use the lock plugin we have on them and anyone who finds your home is within rights to raid it.
As for the Carpenter question: It's for balance and because Armorers are in charge of making all weaponry. We have quite a lot of Hunters who are also carpenters so if they could make their own bows and arrows there would be less things they need to buy from others, thus harming the economy.
Either way, you should be fine. Just stay hidden and avoid being followed.
User name: Racistguylawl
Age: 19
Location/Time Zone: EST. STD TIME.
Did someone refer you? MrZombie (Silvania Wins!)
Minecraft Version: 1.1
Land/Town: Tempestas
Job: Carpenter
Race: Assassin
Name: Loki
Age: 15
Bio*: I grew up in a poor family. Our houses destroyed every so often from active volcanoes. But one day, while in the woods hunting for some wood, an explosion hit behind me. I passed out. I woke up and forgot almost everything. When I awoke, I was angry, angry at the world; for no reason. I stood up and screamed: 'This is not me! Who am I!? Somebody help!" My hazel eyes glitter in the son, and darken in the the moonlight. I'm very lanky, so I can climb things most other people can not. My long black hair sways in the wind when a chill of the night swoops across my area. The only thing I carry my soul in now, is my blue cloak. It was given to me when I stumbled upon a group of training assassins. A wise man named Woza told me 'You are. You always will be, an assassin. Your soul is fresh. I've never seen such a pure soul in my life!' I knew he was wrong, I had the only urge to kill. I'm sure he knew aswell. HE handed the cload to me, and told me to go watch the other assassins. They were amazing! At first it looked hard, and then I realized I could be one of them. I knew I could be an assassin..
During my journey, I've been through some tough terrain. Mountains, rivers, deserts, volcanoes. No matter the situation, I survived it. I survived it all. I survived it with only one mission. That was to discover my so called 'past'. I'm yet to find it..
In my spare time, all I do is train with my fellow assassins. My trainer had no name. He rarely speaked. All he told me was 'Do, better.' He's taught me many things; like how to use a blade, how to use a sword, how to use a shield, how to climb and run across buildings, and most importantly... The assassins code. They live by 3 simple rules. Rule 1: Never kill an innocent. Rules 2: Only kill when necessary. Rules 3: Never be good, nor evil. We must stay neutral at all costs. I was never going to follow any of those rules! But, no one has to know. over time, I learned the assassins were the wisest men you will ever meet. But sometimes, they were cruel. To teach me how to use a blade- my trainer told me 'You must feel, what they feel.' then he stabbed me 3 times in the gut to show me the pain the people I stab are feeling. I sobbed in pain. He told me too work through it. I did, stood up, and nodded. All he did was smile. He carried me to the town medic, and I eventually healed.
The assassins offered me food, water, and shelter. I slept there, but am rarely present. All I could do was practice. So that's what I did. I practiced. I practice every day, and every night. Rarely sleeping. I only rested when trainer told me to give it a break, and told me rest is a good thing. I only wanted to kill, because of all of my emotions, the only one I had was anger. But the assassins would not let me. One cold night, I got out of my bed, and walked towards the head of the guild. His name is Blane. I told him I wanted too leave. He pulled out his blade and yelled 'You can't leave! You're too weak! You can't live without us, you piece of scum.' I told him he could burn in hell. I went back to where I slept, and gathered my belongings. I left the guild, and where my journey brings me next, I do not know.
User name*: shadybone
Age*: 14
Location/Time Zone*: westeren australa +800
Did someone refer you?: no
Minecraft Version (eg 1.8.1)*: spoutcraft 1.8.1,1.0.0, 1.1.0
Land/Town: Nation of Arcustian
Job*: Builder
Race: human
Name: wiliam deatheart
Age*: 23
Bio*:
8 years ago wiliam was a ordinary teen but with a twist he has no Jaw he can talk but he has a iron jaw this happend when he was in the collage of iron death hes worst enemy riched lifefire he was showing off is new diamond amour while wiliam was training then he was looking at it at the corner of his eye he was always showing of even at school with his awsome drawing he got fed up with is crap so he went over to him took his helmet of then WAMM punch to the riched got up and got his diamond sword and pushed wiliam to the ground and held him down , sliced hes jaw off. The commander sent riched to 3 years in prison wiliam was almost dead but the healing of a priest kept him alive.
now he has bandent mast to cover his jaw and he has fownd a new city Silvania it looked like a peaceful city he went to see the lord of Silvania wiliam asked "him weres the nearest town i can find?" "You can find The Nation of Arcustian" he said With royaly "thank you lord" said wiliam and set off now he is on his way to victory.
User name*:TheLochem
Age*:17
Location/Time Zone*:PST
Did someone refer you?:no, looks very fun
Minecraft Version (eg 1.8.1)*: spoutcraft 1.1.0
Land/Town:Nation of Stonebow
Job*:Farmer
Race:Hunter
Name: Vlados Selmington
Age*: 22
Bio*: Vlados grew up in the dense forests on the outer reaches of Silvania. He spent his time farming and hunting. Until 2 years ago, when a band of raiders burned down his farm and killed his animals. Alone, broke, and miserable, Vlados set out looking for a fresh start, vowing to never let the past repeat its self. After many moons Vlados finds himself in the Caelumian nation of Stonebow, with hope of a new life.
User name: Racistguylawl
Age: 19
Location/Time Zone: EST. STD TIME.
Did someone refer you? MrZombie (Silvania Wins!)
Minecraft Version: 1.1
Land/Town: Tempestas
Job: Carpenter
Race: Assassin
Name: Loki
Age: 15
Bio*: I grew up in a poor family. Our houses destroyed every so often from active volcanoes. But one day, while in the woods hunting for some wood, an explosion hit behind me. I passed out. I woke up and forgot almost everything. When I awoke, I was angry, angry at the world; for no reason. I stood up and screamed: 'This is not me! Who am I!? Somebody help!" My hazel eyes glitter in the son, and darken in the the moonlight. I'm very lanky, so I can climb things most other people can not. My long black hair sways in the wind when a chill of the night swoops across my area. The only thing I carry my soul in now, is my blue cloak. It was given to me when I stumbled upon a group of training assassins. A wise man named Woza told me 'You are. You always will be, an assassin. Your soul is fresh. I've never seen such a pure soul in my life! Take this.' HE handed it to me, and told me to go watch the other assassins. They were amazing! At first it looked hard, and then I realized I could be one of them. I'm now know as... Loki. Loki the Assassin.
My journey has led me to some interesting places. Mountains, rivers, deserts, volcanoes. No matter the situation, I survived it. I survived it all. I learn to let go of my so called 'past' and live on in the future. I knew I was evil. That's all I could be. There was nothing good about me.
In my spare time, all I do is train with my fellow assassins. My trainer had no name. He rarely speaked. All he told me was 'Do, better.' He's taught me many things; like how to use a blade, how to use a sword, how to use a shield, how to climb and run across buildings, and most importantly... The assassins code. They live by 3 simple rules. Rule 1: Never kill an innocent. Rules 2: Only kill when necessary. Rules 3: Never be good, nor evil. We must stay neutral at all costs. The assassins were the wisest men you will ever meet. But sometimes, they trained me hard.. To teach me how to use a blade- my trainer told me 'You must feel, what they feel.' then he stabbed me 3 times in the gut to show me the pain the people I stab are feeling. I sobbed in pain. He told me too work through it. I did, stood up, and nodded. All he did was smile. He carried me to the town medic, and I eventually healed.
The assassins offered me food, water, and shelter. I sleep there, but am rarely present. All I could do was practice. So that's what I did. I practiced. I practice every day, and every night. Rarely sleeping. I only rested when trainer told me to give it a break, and rest is a good thing. I only wanted to kill, because of all of my emotions, the only one I had was anger. But the assassins would not let me. One day I woke up in a strange temple located deep in a cave. A cloaked man looked at me and said "Your start, ends here." So they left me tied up, with only my cloak, a blade, knives, food, and some water. I untied my self, and journeyed on.
Several things make little sense to me here. You claim to be 'evil' yet according to this 'code' of the assassins, one may not BE evil and Oldy McWisey claims your soul is 'pure'. A contradiction as you can see.
Your story seems to change between past and present tense when referring to a single event. This can confuse your follow role-players greatly.
And I'm not entirely sure what purpose this tale of being stabbed serves, unless you plan to make it a major point in your character's history.
User name*: shadybone
Age*: 14
Location/Time Zone*: westeren australa +800
Did someone refer you?: no
Minecraft Version (eg 1.8.1)*: spoutcraft 1.8.1,1.0.0, 1.1.0
Land/Town: Nation of Arcustian
Job*: Builder
Race: human
Name: wiliam deatheart
Age*: 23
Bio*:
8 years ago wiliam was a ordinary teen but with a twist he has no Jaw he can talk but he has a iron jaw this happend when he was in the collage of iron death hes worst enemy riched lifefire he was showing off is new diamond amour while wiliam was training then he was looking at it at the corner of his eye he was always showing of even at school with his awsome drawing he got fed up with is crap so he went over to him took his helmet of then WAMM punch to the riched got up and got his diamond sword and pushed wiliam to the ground and held him down , sliced hes jaw off. The commander sent riched to 3 years in prison wiliam was almost dead but the healing of a priest kept him alive.
now he has bandent mast to cover his jaw and he has fownd a new city Silvania it looked like a peaceful city he went to see the lord of Silvania wiliam asked "him weres the nearest town i can find?" "You can find The Nation of Arcustian" he said With royaly "thank you lord" said wiliam and set off now he is on his way to victory.
ps: my steam account is M1n3Dude
For someone supposedly from 'Australa' (given what I can see of your grammar here I'll assume this is 'Australia') your English needs massive work.
1. Where is all this taking place?
2. How is it significant to your characters overall tale?
3. An 'iron jaw'? Really? I think that's a bit much. We may have magic but Silvania is far from having the ability to create synthetic body parts.
4. There is no 'Lord of Silvania'. It's 'factions' for a reason.
Conclusion: fix the mistakes, tell me more about your character and do just a tiny bit of reading into the server's lore.
User name*:TheLochem
Age*:17
Location/Time Zone*:PST
Did someone refer you?:no, looks very fun
Minecraft Version (eg 1.8.1)*: spoutcraft 1.1.0
Land/Town:Nation of Stonebow
Job*:Farmer
Race:Hunter
Name: Vlados Selmington
Age*: 22
Bio*: Vlados grew up in the dense forests on the outer reaches of Silvania. He spent his time farming and hunting. Until 2 years ago, when a band of raiders burned down his farm and killed his animals. Alone, broke, and miserable, Vlados set out looking for a fresh start, vowing to never let the past repeat its self. After many moons Vlados finds himself in the Caelumian nation of Stonebow, with hope of a new life.
Not bad but give us some backstory on who your character is. History of a character is just as important as any history you'll make for yourself.
User name*: Remcob
Age*: 35
Location/Time Zone*: The Netherlands
Did someone refer you?: Nope
Minecraft Version (eg 1.8.1)*: 1.1 but can simply downgrade using Spoutcraft if needed
Land/Town: Tempestas/Tennebrea (or anywhere else i'm "needed" as long as Silvania wins)
Job*: Farmer
Race: Hunter
Name:
Age*: 35
Bio*: (I haven't RP'd much but interested to try)
Starting out with something simple: As a young man my father was a pretty well know Hunter in his village as he defended the village and shot deer in the local valley. As the village got more populated the town became more defended and deer became more scarse (extinct?) there was little use for my fathers skills and he had to become a farmer to provide for his family and his newborn son.
My dad taught me how to be a good farmer and in their spare time we dusted off the old bow and did some archery practise.
When my parents passed away on a respectable age i set off to different lands with my fathers bow, not so much for adventure but more to start a fresh life in hopefully greener fields.
If this leeds me to adventures, so be it... i have my bow ready!
Simple and humble bio. It will do just fine. Accepted. I'll whitelist and PM when I return from the shooting range here in an hour or so.
User name*: BerrinRules
Age*: 21
Location/Time Zone*: Eastern United states
Did someone refer you?: No
Minecraft Version (eg 1.8.1)*: 1.1
Land/Town: Nation of Ramonia
Job*: Carpenter
Race: Assassin
Name: If you wish to use your exact Minecraft username, leave blank Berrin
Age*: 21
Bio*: See the italics section below for a guide to biographies
Berrin was born and raised in Ramonia, living as carpenter's son, he helped his father in building and renovating local houses. He spent his free time skulking around in the shadows. Once, soon after he turned 17 he came upon a small group of people planning a burglary on his father's building, and cut the leader off with a throwing knife to the throat, that was his first kill. Since then, He has left to live in the forest, training his skill with daggers and throwing knives, until his abilities can be put into use.... (sorry, Im horrible at making the intros to RPs)
User name*:Bellios
Age*:16
Location/Time Zone*:Eastern Standard Time
Did someone refer you?:Nobody referred me, I found this while browsing for Minecraft servers.
Minecraft Version (eg 1.8.1)*:1.1
Land/Town:I would like to become a member of the Shinto Nation.
Job*:Armourer.
Race:Assassin
Name: Zetobyx.
Age*:22
Bio*: Zetobyx comes from a poor family of farmers. He never had any friends growing up, as he lived far away from anyone else. He was homeschooled until he was sixteen years old. His father taught him how to make armour from the cow carcasses after they were taken to the slaughter house. If he could find any type of metal, or if wood was available, he would experiment with making other armours and weapons.
One night, while he was lying in bed, he heard his parents arguing. Some of the animals that they bred and raised were becoming sick, and were afraid that it would spread throughout the farm. His mother was mostly upset that they were running out of money for feeding the animals, and more importantly, the family. No money also meant that they couldn't buy any baby animals to raise. If they couldn't raise animals, they couldn't sell the valuable items once the animals were slaughtered. Zetobyx lay in bed until early in the morning. He thought about it all night and decided he must leave behind his beloved home, and travel to Silvania to find work. He was determined to get enough money to send back home to his family so they could keep there farming lifestyle sufficable. He packed a knapsack with a little bit of food, and put on his best home-made armour and sheated his favorite wooden sword. He slipped a note under his parents bedroom door, informing them of his plan and that he loved them all very much. He left home and began his journey, shedding a few tears on the way to his new life...
Age*:13 (I am mature)
Location/Time Zone*:Eastern Standard Time/New York
Did someone refer you?:No
Minecraft Version (eg 1.8.1)*:1.1
Land/Town:Nation of Arcustian/Loxley
Job*:Redstone Engineer
Race:Assassin
Name:Jyighttor
Age*:25
Bio*: Being born on the streets Jyighttor found it hard to survive without friends or family. Growing up as a kid he learned how to scale buildings, steal and hid. Soon he started to get hired to kill people. As he grew older he was hired by a local gang to steal from the town bank. He planed this out for over a week, and then the day came were he robed the bank. But it didn't go to well he was caught by the cops and put in the slammer. after a year in prison he manged to break out. Being on the run for year now he has reached a land called "Silvania" and to the town of Loxley were he wants to start a new life. Now only a few miles from Loxley he is ready to start over.
Updated Version
As hallo said, needs some more information. He didn't say "perm-denied" so you can still post another one. Aim for about double what you have now
Good enough for me, will whitelist in a moment
(This is the same as above :tongue.gif:)
Good enough for me, quite original. Accepted
You're welcome to live in the nether, but you can't create your own nation. Closest you can get is creating a town, which costs 25k - The nations are pre-defined, the only way to become kind is to have a king hand over capitalship to your town. And thats only happened once, because another mayor was banned :tongue.gif:
See above. Attempts are different bio's, you reposted the same one.
-Quite bad spelling/grammar
-...Why does he hate his mum?
-Why did his dad kick him out?
-Stonebow isn't a town, its a nation
-You phrase it like those friends were people he already knew. If so, what were they doing all the way out there?
-I don't think you'd casually meet a king without realizing. He'd be surrounded by guards...
Feels like its missing something... Also, I know English isn't your first language, for future reference no h in "Was" :smile.gif:
I quite like this. My only question - How did he hear about Silvania? Did he have his heart set on going there, or happen to find it on his travels?
What happened to your family, were they on the streets but seperated, dead, didn't want anything to do with you..? And did anyone raise you at all, teaching you those skills you learned?
Also, "cops" and "slammer" seem like weird phrases to use :tongue.gif: I wouldn't deny you for them, but just pointing out they are unpreferable.
Paving the way to a better world!
I would like to point out that nether portals do not work like you may think they do. To gain access to the never (which btw is the domain of Baloin, our resident servant of destruction) one must first acquire the 'nethergate' spell from it's appropriate shrine.
Also remember, living outside a town or not belonging to a faction means you cannot use LWC on anything you build in the wilderness.
And as flen mentioned, you can't make nations. Only new towns. Im not sure if we still follow the 'bring 5 friends who pledge themselves to you and get a town' rules or if that was tossed aside but worth looking into.
By the way, this was already read by Flenix, but he asked a question about Zetobyx. I sent him a message asking about what he wants me to do to fix it, but I understand he's probably quite busy, so I decided to just repost this app with the updated info. It's not that much, but I'll highlight it anyways.
User name*:Bellios
Age*:16
Location/Time Zone*:Eastern Standard Time
Did someone refer you?:Nobody referred me, I found this while browsing for Minecraft servers.
Minecraft Version (eg 1.8.1)*:1.1
Land/Town:I would like to become a member of the Shinto Town in the Nation of Ramonia.
Job*:Armourer.
Race:Assassin
Name: Zetobyx.
Age*:22
Bio*: Zetobyx comes from a poor family of farmers. He never had any friends growing up, as he lived far away from anyone else. He was homeschooled until he was sixteen years old. His father taught him how to make armour from the cow carcasses after they were taken to the slaughter house. If he could find any type of metal, or if wood was available, he would experiment with making other armours and weapons.
One night, while he was lying in bed, he heard his parents arguing. Some of the animals that they bred and raised were becoming sick, and were afraid that it would spread throughout the farm. His mother was mostly upset that they were running out of money for feeding the animals, and more importantly, the family. No money also meant that they couldn't buy any baby animals to raise. If they couldn't raise animals, they couldn't sell the valuable items once the animals were slaughtered.He often heard her talk about this place called Silvania, and how his father would go there to buy and sell animals and foods. Zetobyx lay in bed until early in the morning. He thought about it all night and decided he must leave behind his beloved home, and travel to Silvania to find work. He was determined to get enough money to send back home to his family so they could keep there farming lifestyle sufficable. He packed a knapsack with a little bit of food, and put on his best home-made armour and sheated his favorite wooden sword. He slipped a note under his parents bedroom door, informing them of his plan and that he loved them all very much. He left home and began his journey, shedding a few tears on the way to his new life...
Age*:15
Location/Time Zone*:U.S.A Ohio (EST)
Did someone refer you?:no
Minecraft Version (eg 1.8.1)*:1.1
Land/Town: Faerun
Job*:Carpenter
Race:hunter
Name: jodan grim
Age*:20
Bio*:Jodan lived far west he lived a normel life he worked on a farm with his parents but he his much better at hunting and carpentry his parents left each other when he was 12 and he went with his dad his sister and little brother went with his mom when when he turned 19 he left his home town and wandered he seen many places he traveled back home when he turned 20 and found out his father was dead from sickness he went to his moms house to find out she had Alzheimer and didn't remember him so he left and went to the inn and learned of a land to the east full of wonder and riches he boarded a boat and headed there and landed in the city of Faerun "this is the start of my new life." (i'm hoping to start my story here)
i hope this is good enough i really want to join this server
Age*: 19
Location/Time Zone*: EST (GMT -5)
Did someone refer you?: nope
Minecraft Version (eg 1.8.1)*: 1.1
Silvania... yea it wins.
Land/Town: Unknown (Read the bio)
Job*: Carpenter (Why can they craft 'wooden' bows?, i guess for balance :/)
Race: Hunter
Name: Rowan Grey ??? (He doesn't know his last name)
Age*: 24
Bio*:
Have you ever wished you could forget you past, and start a new life? Well that is where this story ends... At a wish. A simple wish, The end. Yet an ending is just a begging...
"I wish i could forget it all!" Rowan exclaims as he tosses a large stone into the river. With a splash, the stone sank to the bottom of the river. Rowan stood at that river reliving his past moments. A second splash sounded, yet Rowan remained in a daze of memories. *THWAK!* Rowan fell onto the riverside and was rendered unconscious.
The bright ray of sun illuminates through the leaves, waking Rowan up. Rowan quickly stands to his feet, confused, lost, and yet at peace with himself. He stumbles upon half a large stone, it looked to have some sort of marking on it. Behind him sat the other half. Putting the two halves together he could barely focus onto the marking. Trying to make since of the blur, he eventually could read one word. "Memories." Seeing this word, Rowan realized he has no idea why hes here, who he is, and what he was doing before this day. All he knew was his first name, Rowan.
(I purposely left out his past to allow me to RP as someone completely unconnected with the world, and its history. Also it allows anyone on the server (If they wish to take on the challenge) to fill in my past (Maybe I'm a noble's son that was banish? A farmer's son who ran away? A townsman who had a fight with a spouse? WHO KNOWS!)
Description:
Brown hair, Blue eyes. A soft looking face that is easy to trust. Yet there is a scare across one eye that shows he has been through some battles(The scare makes it harder for people that knew him before to recognize him now) . His voice is slightly grizzled, It sounds like hes been eating a lot of tough food.
Due to months of isolation, he doesn't trust anyone and he only goes to towns to sell the wooden objects his made. You might find him in a bar/inn trying to remember his past. Be warned though, if you find him out in his neck of the woods you will be released of your goods and coin, then sent on your way.
Good enough. Sending PM.
It will certainly be.... interesting to see what happens.
Keep in mind though that if you build anything or put any chests out in the wilderness, you may not use the lock plugin we have on them and anyone who finds your home is within rights to raid it.
As for the Carpenter question: It's for balance and because Armorers are in charge of making all weaponry. We have quite a lot of Hunters who are also carpenters so if they could make their own bows and arrows there would be less things they need to buy from others, thus harming the economy.
Either way, you should be fine. Just stay hidden and avoid being followed.
Accepted.
Age: 19
Location/Time Zone: EST. STD TIME.
Did someone refer you? MrZombie (Silvania Wins!)
Minecraft Version: 1.1
Land/Town: Tempestas
Job: Carpenter
Race: Assassin
Name: Loki
Age: 15
Bio*: I grew up in a poor family. Our houses destroyed every so often from active volcanoes. But one day, while in the woods hunting for some wood, an explosion hit behind me. I passed out. I woke up and forgot almost everything. When I awoke, I was angry, angry at the world; for no reason. I stood up and screamed: 'This is not me! Who am I!? Somebody help!" My hazel eyes glitter in the son, and darken in the the moonlight. I'm very lanky, so I can climb things most other people can not. My long black hair sways in the wind when a chill of the night swoops across my area. The only thing I carry my soul in now, is my blue cloak. It was given to me when I stumbled upon a group of training assassins. A wise man named Woza told me 'You are. You always will be, an assassin. Your soul is fresh. I've never seen such a pure soul in my life!' I knew he was wrong, I had the only urge to kill. I'm sure he knew aswell. HE handed the cload to me, and told me to go watch the other assassins. They were amazing! At first it looked hard, and then I realized I could be one of them. I knew I could be an assassin..
During my journey, I've been through some tough terrain. Mountains, rivers, deserts, volcanoes. No matter the situation, I survived it. I survived it all. I survived it with only one mission. That was to discover my so called 'past'. I'm yet to find it..
In my spare time, all I do is train with my fellow assassins. My trainer had no name. He rarely speaked. All he told me was 'Do, better.' He's taught me many things; like how to use a blade, how to use a sword, how to use a shield, how to climb and run across buildings, and most importantly... The assassins code. They live by 3 simple rules. Rule 1: Never kill an innocent. Rules 2: Only kill when necessary. Rules 3: Never be good, nor evil. We must stay neutral at all costs. I was never going to follow any of those rules! But, no one has to know. over time, I learned the assassins were the wisest men you will ever meet. But sometimes, they were cruel. To teach me how to use a blade- my trainer told me 'You must feel, what they feel.' then he stabbed me 3 times in the gut to show me the pain the people I stab are feeling. I sobbed in pain. He told me too work through it. I did, stood up, and nodded. All he did was smile. He carried me to the town medic, and I eventually healed.
The assassins offered me food, water, and shelter. I slept there, but am rarely present. All I could do was practice. So that's what I did. I practiced. I practice every day, and every night. Rarely sleeping. I only rested when trainer told me to give it a break, and told me rest is a good thing. I only wanted to kill, because of all of my emotions, the only one I had was anger. But the assassins would not let me. One cold night, I got out of my bed, and walked towards the head of the guild. His name is Blane. I told him I wanted too leave. He pulled out his blade and yelled 'You can't leave! You're too weak! You can't live without us, you piece of scum.' I told him he could burn in hell. I went back to where I slept, and gathered my belongings. I left the guild, and where my journey brings me next, I do not know.
Age*: 14
Location/Time Zone*: westeren australa +800
Did someone refer you?: no
Minecraft Version (eg 1.8.1)*: spoutcraft 1.8.1,1.0.0, 1.1.0
Land/Town: Nation of Arcustian
Job*: Builder
Race: human
Name: wiliam deatheart
Age*: 23
Bio*:
8 years ago wiliam was a ordinary teen but with a twist he has no Jaw he can talk but he has a iron jaw this happend when he was in the collage of iron death hes worst enemy riched lifefire he was showing off is new diamond amour while wiliam was training then he was looking at it at the corner of his eye he was always showing of even at school with his awsome drawing he got fed up with is crap so he went over to him took his helmet of then WAMM punch to the riched got up and got his diamond sword and pushed wiliam to the ground and held him down , sliced hes jaw off. The commander sent riched to 3 years in prison wiliam was almost dead but the healing of a priest kept him alive.
now he has bandent mast to cover his jaw and he has fownd a new city Silvania it looked like a peaceful city he went to see the lord of Silvania wiliam asked "him weres the nearest town i can find?" "You can find The Nation of Arcustian" he said With royaly "thank you lord" said wiliam and set off now he is on his way to victory.
ps: my steam account is M1n3Dude
Age*:17
Location/Time Zone*:PST
Did someone refer you?:no, looks very fun
Minecraft Version (eg 1.8.1)*: spoutcraft 1.1.0
Land/Town:Nation of Stonebow
Job*:Farmer
Race:Hunter
Name: Vlados Selmington
Age*: 22
Bio*: Vlados grew up in the dense forests on the outer reaches of Silvania. He spent his time farming and hunting. Until 2 years ago, when a band of raiders burned down his farm and killed his animals. Alone, broke, and miserable, Vlados set out looking for a fresh start, vowing to never let the past repeat its self. After many moons Vlados finds himself in the Caelumian nation of Stonebow, with hope of a new life.
Age: 12
Location/Time Zone: GMT+8 malaysia
Faction/Nation/Town (can be decided later): decide later
Did someone refer you?: nope
Race: ranger
Several things make little sense to me here. You claim to be 'evil' yet according to this 'code' of the assassins, one may not BE evil and Oldy McWisey claims your soul is 'pure'. A contradiction as you can see.
Your story seems to change between past and present tense when referring to a single event. This can confuse your follow role-players greatly.
And I'm not entirely sure what purpose this tale of being stabbed serves, unless you plan to make it a major point in your character's history.
Fix these and you should be fine.
For someone supposedly from 'Australa' (given what I can see of your grammar here I'll assume this is 'Australia') your English needs massive work.
1. Where is all this taking place?
2. How is it significant to your characters overall tale?
3. An 'iron jaw'? Really? I think that's a bit much. We may have magic but Silvania is far from having the ability to create synthetic body parts.
4. There is no 'Lord of Silvania'. It's 'factions' for a reason.
Conclusion: fix the mistakes, tell me more about your character and do just a tiny bit of reading into the server's lore.
Not bad but give us some backstory on who your character is. History of a character is just as important as any history you'll make for yourself.
Too young and improper application format. Denied.
Simple and humble bio. It will do just fine. Accepted. I'll whitelist and PM when I return from the shooting range here in an hour or so.
Age*: 21
Location/Time Zone*: Eastern United states
Did someone refer you?: No
Minecraft Version (eg 1.8.1)*: 1.1
Land/Town: Nation of Ramonia
Job*: Carpenter
Race: Assassin
Name: If you wish to use your exact Minecraft username, leave blank Berrin
Age*: 21
Bio*: See the italics section below for a guide to biographies
Berrin was born and raised in Ramonia, living as carpenter's son, he helped his father in building and renovating local houses. He spent his free time skulking around in the shadows. Once, soon after he turned 17 he came upon a small group of people planning a burglary on his father's building, and cut the leader off with a throwing knife to the throat, that was his first kill. Since then, He has left to live in the forest, training his skill with daggers and throwing knives, until his abilities can be put into use.... (sorry, Im horrible at making the intros to RPs)