xD here's a lesson in post-apocalyptic for him
Fallout = Post Apocalyptic
Post Apocalyptic != Fallout
Fallout was not the first post apoc game series, it just gained more popularity. One of the first post apoc games was Wasteland (which was worked on by a team that included members of Interplay, the makers of fallout 1 and 2)
Yes, i already know that. I have also heard rumors of a Wasteland 2 coming out!
Out-Of-Character: -Minecraft Account Name: J0hnnybui -How old are you?: 20
-Time-Zone/Country of Residence: Canada
-Do you have a good grip on the English language and good grammar?: Yes
-Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself:I like to have fun alot. But if no one interacts with me, I'm usually quiet and off doing my own thing.
-How much time could you dedicate on the server weekly?: A lot. Whenever I have free time almost.
-How long have been you been playing Minecraft?: Almost 2 weeks.
-What do you know about roleplaying? How long have you been doing it? What kind?: I can roleplay in bed.
-What do you expect this server will be like?: With its own texture mod, and great re-use of items and A.I., I think it will be a ****-yeah awesome kinda world.
-Have you played on a server(s) before, and why did you leave it?: I haven't left any servers. The ones I'm on are not RP, and they all play minecraft in a different way. -
-Have you ever been banned before? if, why? ( Be Honest ): I think one time, I got banned for being too awesome. Besides that, nope.
-Have you read, understood, and agreed to the rules?: I just hope my character follows the rules.
-How did you hear about us?: I browsed the minecraft forum for a RP server.
-Will you be willing to download and be active on our Mumble server?: No idea what it is, but once I learn about it, maybe.
In-Character:
-Character Name: Johnny "Bravo" Kingston
-Biography: Bravo. That's what they ****ing call me. Why? Cause these losers are pure douchebags who call everyone the most ****-****ed thought up names. Like if your name's Albert, they're gonna call you "Fat Albert" even if you're skinny as a ****ing Raider. How stupid can you get? I seriously gotta ditch these extra weights or I'll die with the lot of them one day. Is anyone even keeping time? What ****ing year is it is anyway? I mean, how can you with all the ****'s thats going on. Mutants on the left, robos on the right, mutants in your belly... Yeah we even ****ing eat mutants for gods sake. Ha, what god. Unless he really ditched this world and let us **** it up, I doubt there's anything. Robos are in space ****ing attacking other planets and ****--so who knows when aliens would add to our wonderful collection of biology left on this dirt.
****. There goes my last battery. I used to have no hope left and wanted to suicide like everyone else who couldn't take this ****ed up world anymore. I mean, could hell be any worse? *tries hitting the light against a rock* ****. *takes out a cybe and smokes* Man, the only thing people invented well are these cybe-smokes, technologically programmed to mix chemicals to create tobacco and burn it constantly whenever you turn it on. Unlimited smoking, with no ashes. ****ing genius. Where was I again? *continues smoking* Ahh right, I was about to tell you about the time when my whole family went ape **** after I got home from work. I had to kill my own family--or mutant versions of them, with my own two hands to survive. Worst ****ing thing that could ever happen to you. To put your family out of misery, and put yourself into despair. But then some psychologist chick got me back up on my feet, We banged the **** out of that desk. *smirks* And now, I want my revenge on this world. So I'll stay alive as long as I can for my family, and I'll beat the **** out of every piece of **** robo, mutant, alien, whatever-the-****-non-human-thing that is left on this planet. Till the day I ****ing die, People will see my corpse and say bravo.
-Character Family: "You just heard what I ****ing said right?"
-Character Age: "36". My birthday was yesterday. I celebrated by blowing the brains out of mutants with my bow and arrow. *laughs with a face showing he is picturing it happening again*
-Character Appearance: "You're here interviewing me, so you should know you ****ing faggot." (Scruffy, muscular looking man. Wears a ripped jean jacket and denim. )
-Character Personality: (Any fatal flaws?): "The **** is this... a dating sim? You want to know about my personality? Holy ****, let's just go get married by Father Paul who lives down the road honey. But wait! you have to help me pick out my dress." (This guy is basically a bad-ass, douche bag type. He hates on almost everything and will pick a fight or make fun of you if he can.)
-Occupation: "I **** your mother." (This guy will do anything for some food. And with whatever he can save up, he uses currency for weapons and survival items to hunt down robos and mutants. )
-Can your character read or write?: "You think I'm ****ing illiterate? Well **** you." (Yes. he can do the basic stuff because his childhood was normal, and not affected luckily.)
-Can your character mine?: "I can dig."(He has the physique to mine if he felt like it. But no, he has to be taught how.)
-Can your character build? (Holes in the ground do not count.): "I build muscle." *chuckles* (He can basically build weapons and survival tools, otherwise no.)
-Can your character fight?: "You wanna have a go right now buddy?" (This guy has been seeking revenge on these creatures since the death of his family and has been training his physique and combat ability to this day.)
-Can your character farm?: "Farm? Like harvest corn and ****? **** no. Plus I only eat meat."(He has the physique to do it, and the capability to learn. Otherwise if not taught, no he cannot.)
-Does your character have any special skills?: "How the **** should I know? All I do is try to survive." (Has the techniques to survive through rough times)
-Does your character have any mental or physical disabilities? Any health problems?: "Yeah I smoke whenever I get the chance to, so I probably have cancer by now. I always have dreams where I get to kill hordes of mutants, but that doesn't make me psycho. You get them too right?" (He has a mental disability in which he gains great anger and rage reminiscing his family when he is in clear sight and close range of a mutant or robo)
-Character Fears: *silent* (He fears children. He's scared of seeing them die and has a tendency to protect them)
-DESCRIBE an event where your character is in deep pain: "Besides the family turning into mutants and I was forced to kill them with my two hands? Yeah, one time it hurt pushing the **** out of my ass. I think the mutant meat mutated my poo or something."
-A screenshot of your skin:
-Other Information:I will use ((*)) or brackets to speak in OOC in the local chat if needed or I will get banned!
-Biography: Bravo. That's what they ****ing call me. Why? Cause these losers are pure douchebags who call everyone the most ****-****ed thought up names. Like if your name's Albert, they're gonna call you "Fat Albert" even if you're skinny as a ****ing Raider. How stupid can you get? I seriously gotta ditch these extra weights or I'll die with the lot of them one day. Is anyone even keeping time? What ****ing year is it is anyway? I mean, how can you with all the ****'s thats going on. Mutants on the left, robos on the right, mutants in your belly... Yeah we even ****ing eat mutants for gods sake. Ha, what god. Unless he really ditched this world and let us **** it up, I doubt there's anything. Robos are in space ****ing attacking other planets and ****--so who knows when aliens would add to our wonderful collection of biology left on this dirt.
****. There goes my last battery. I used to have no hope left and wanted to suicide like everyone else who couldn't take this ****ed up world anymore. I mean, could hell be any worse? *tries hitting the light against a rock* ****. *takes out a cybe and smokes* Man, the only thing people invented well are these cybe-smokes, technologically programmed to mix chemicals to create tobacco and burn it constantly whenever you turn it on. Unlimited smoking, with no ashes. ****ing genius. Where was I again? *continues smoking* Ahh right, I was about to tell you about the time when my whole family went ape **** after I got home from work. I had to kill my own family--or mutant versions of them, with my own two hands to survive. Worst ****ing thing that could ever happen to you. To put your family out of misery, and put yourself into despair. But then some psychologist chick got me back up on my feet, We banged the **** out of that desk. *smirks* And now, I want my revenge on this world. So I'll stay alive as long as I can for my family, and I'll beat the **** out of every piece of **** robo, mutant, alien, whatever-the-****-non-human-thing that is left on this planet. Till the day I ****ing die, People will see my corpse and say bravo.
-Character Family: "You just heard what I ****ing said right?"
-Character Age: "36". My birthday was yesterday. I celebrated by blowing the brains out of mutants with my bow and arrow. *laughs with a face showing he is picturing it happening again*
-Character Appearance: "You're here interviewing me, so you should know you ****ing faggot." (Scruffy, muscular looking man. Wears a ripped jean jacket and denim. )
-Character Personality: (Any fatal flaws?): "The **** is this... a dating sim? You want to know about my personality? Holy ****, let's just go get married by Father Paul who lives down the road honey. But wait! you have to help me pick out my dress." (This guy is basically a bad-ass, douche bag type. He hates on almost everything and will pick a fight or make fun of you if he can.)
-Occupation: "I **** your mother." (This guy will do anything for some food. And with whatever he can save up, he uses currency for weapons and survival items to hunt down robos and mutants. )
-Can your character read or write?: "You think I'm ****ing illiterate? Well **** you." (Yes. he can do the basic stuff because his childhood was normal, and not affected luckily.)
-Can your character mine?: "I can dig."(He has the physique to mine if he felt like it. But no, he has to be taught how.)
-Can your character build? (Holes in the ground do not count.): "I build muscle." *chuckles* (He can basically build weapons and survival tools, otherwise no.)
-Can your character fight?: "You wanna have a go right now buddy?" (This guy has been seeking revenge on these creatures since the death of his family and has been training his physique and combat ability to this day.)
-Can your character farm?: "Farm? Like harvest corn and ****? **** no. Plus I only eat meat."(He has the physique to do it, and the capability to learn. Otherwise if not taught, no he cannot.)
-Does your character have any special skills?: "How the **** should I know? All I do is try to survive." (Has the techniques to survive through rough times)
-Does your character have any mental or physical disabilities? Any health problems?: "Yeah I smoke whenever I get the chance to, so I probably have cancer by now. I always have dreams where I get to kill hordes of mutants, but that doesn't make me psycho. You get them too right?" (He has a mental disability in which he gains great anger and rage reminiscing his family when he is in clear sight and close range of a mutant or robo)
-Character Fears: *silent* (He fears children. He's scared of seeing them die and has a tendency to protect them)
-DESCRIBE an event where your character is in deep pain: "Besides the family turning into mutants and I was forced to kill them with my two hands? Yeah, one time it hurt pushing the **** out of my ass. I think the mutant meat mutated my poo or something."
-A screenshot of your skin:
-Other Information:I will use ((*)) or brackets to speak in OOC in the local chat if needed or I will get banned!
Original post #142
Was accepted at the time.
Re-posted here now under the impression that the IP has changed. If new character/re-write is needed, so be it.
Out-Of-Character:
Minecraft Account Name: Lolzwheejars
How old are you? 17
Gender?: Males
Time-Zone/Country of Residence: Canada (UTC-08:00) Pacific Time
Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself: There isn't much to say about myself. I'm the kind of person you'd just look through if you were scanning a crowd. Laid back and easy going. I enjoy roleplay a lot, I indulge in D&D, as well as having a fascination with Post Apocalyptic themes and genres.
Why you would be a good addition to the server: I can be fairly active, I'm an adequate role player, I follow rules and don't troll/grief, always up for role play.
Describe yourself in one word: Mixed.
How much time could you be on the server weekly?: 35-42 hours(+)?
What do you know about roleplaying?: I know how to, in a fairly good way. You react in the way the character you created would act, etc.
What do you expect this server will be like?: Seeing how harsh your demands are, I expect it to be pretty good. Serious and dedicated. That is if I ever get accepted.
What is your past roleplaying experience?: Fairly good. I used to bum around Furcadia and roleplay in the RP dreams there.
What other server have you played on and why did you leave them? Haven't played on any other servers.
How long have you played minecraft?: About a month.
Have you ever been banned before? if you have write the reason why to ( Be Honest ): No.
Have you read the rules? Do you understand them and do you agreed with them?: Yes I have read the rules and I will follow and obey them
What is a slime called on the server? [Unknown]
Have you ever had a sexual intercourse with your pet? ( Be Honest ) Dude what? O_o
Why you want to be accepted (A short answer, nothing big): I want to be accepted so I can roleplay with a good community and play with other people.
In-Character:
Character Name: Jake Teneur
Background / Who are you?: Jake was born in 2169 nearing the end of the chaos time period before everyone started to band together through "The Great Link". He grew up in a relatively safe area. There was not a mass amount of mutants and radiation pocketed into certain areas that were far enough away not to be a threat. Of course the amount of mutants was still pretty high, his older brothers and father were able to keep them at bay during the night. Jake learned how to defend himself from dangers and how to be self sufficient throughout his life living with his family. Mutants were a simpler foe to deal with and no one was ready for when the Raiders came. Jake was by a small pool of water that, although was undrinkable, had a very odd abundance of fish-like creatures. They bred at a staggering rate and seemed to cannibalize each other for food. He was to far away from his home to know they were under attack and it wouldn't have mattered. He returned before it got dark only to find his, once homely, home just a heap of rubble and smoldering embers. His family's corpses had been butchered and strewn about, but there was no sign of one of his brothers. His breath caught in his throat and out of the corner of his eye he thought he seen something coming back. Without thinking he dove through the rubble and rammed himself down through a cellar door that was discreetly set off to the side of the shelter if it were still standing. He spent the night there in a cramped, dark hole under a heap of, what was once, his home. The disturbing mocking sounds of mutants seemed louder, closer and more disturbing than they ever had in his entire life. Day was breaking, he had gotten no sleep that night and the smell of freshly ripe dead bodies seeped its way into the cellar. He cautiously popped his head out of his hiding spot, the mutants had seemed to clear from the area and the smell was becoming too great for him to handle. His family's bodies had disappeared, this sank his heart, but he had no time for any hurt feelings. A Securo-Drone had been clearing the few remaining mutants and turned its targets to him, the screen flashed and it charged towards him. But he had already been high tailing it out of there, he ran for a great length. Across the sands, up and over dunes, and as far as his legs would take him in a day. To survive scavenging is a must but you can't always find what you need. Those that didn't decide to kill you right away could be traded with, of course during many of his years alone he was taken advantage of in trades. But he learned that he could also be a harsh negotiator also taking advantage of more softer or weaker people to make things in his favor and still being able to make things somewhat fair with others who were as stubborn as him. Soon he had gotten into other things than just trading. In his travels he stumbled upon only a few areas that had people. These people were sort of like Jake himself but not like those who seemed terribly sinister. Upon one of these chance meetings they taught him about gambling. "No this for that! You put in this and if you win you take it back along with everything else that was put in with yours!" He lost quite a bit that day, but was able to make up for it else where. Some don't take kindly to losing and unfortunately he learned that the hard way as well. He was stripped of everything he had and taken out far into the wastes where he was beaten and left for dead... or anything else that would happen upon him. When he awoken he was completely confused of where he was or what he was doing, they really did knock the sense out of him, he got up and stumbled around for a short while. "Why are there no mutants or anything?" he asked himself. He was too weak to get anywhere far and collapsed as fast as he got up. Jake just ended up covering himself in sand to hide himself for the night. When he arose he tossed an old coin, he kept in his boot, twice. head for South and North, tails for East and West. He tossed heads "Okay... Now which way exactly...?" tossed again and landed tails, so he decided to head south. Jake never did find those responsible for the murder of his family, but he's always made a stand against those who choose to murder others for possessions or even just in general. He has struck down quite a few for this and proceeds to do so if the odds seem to be in his favor. The year 2205. Jake had spent most of his time traveling in solitude trading when he could. Never had gotten to really trust anyone, why need to? Still being his harsh self in trading, he had become rather good at it and has been known to be able to really get a "good" deal for those who aren't as experience as he. Jake never had a radio or SCR-526 to receive signals or broadcasts but something in the recent year had drawn him to the east, always to the east. 2212. More and more wastes. Endless dirt, sand, and only God knows what, charred burnt and desolate. It seems his "hunch" had brought nowhere closer to ease, only more hardships. He still continues to travel east in hopes of finding something worthwhile.
Character Family: Mother (deceased) Father (deceased) 2 Brothers (deceased, one missing)
Character Age:? 43
Character Appearance:?
Character Personality:? He seems to the point a lot, but most times is throwing something behind the seams to earn things into his favor. He's rather bland, and not much of anything seems to dwell within him. Dull, if you will. He'll fight to the grave to make a trade where he's gaining more than his opponent. This meaning he's willing to give up a trade if it's not to his liking.
Occupation: Scavenger and Trader
Can your character read or write? Yes.
Can your character mine? No.
Can your character build? no.
Can your character fight?Yes.
Can you make tools?: Yes. (Fishing rod and Hoe/any variation of farming tool that fits the theme)
Can you farm?: Yes.
Any special skills? None to speak of.
Does your character have any health/physical or mental problems/issues?: Jake has caught onto the rather nasty habit of gambling. Not so much an addiction, yet, but seems to want to more commonly than most.
Character Fears: Securo-Drones.
Describe an event where your character is in deep pain: "You cheating ****!" Chuck roared, "I didn't cheat! You just lost! Now. Hand over the gears!". If looks could kill Jake would have been dead the second hand dealt. "Oh I'll gear you alright!" Chuck took his chair and swung it down onto Jake's head. A flash of white and everything went black. When Jake came to, he was being dragged by 3 other men to some location somewhere. Trying his best to make sure they didn't know he was awake he tried to get a bearing of where he was. "Hey, hey! Look who's awake..." one of them said. "Dammnit" he thought to himself, "This is probably far enough. Let's get this over with." Jake was dropped harshly onto the ground and was then beaten and wailed upon. Taking hits every, mostly to the head, he was slipping back into unconsciousness once again but not before having the feel of his ribs broken tore through his nerves.
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Original post #142
Was accepted at the time.
Re-posted here now under the impression that the IP has changed. If new character/re-write is needed, so be it.
Out-Of-Character:
Minecraft Account Name: Lolzwheejars
How old are you? 17
Gender?: Males
Time-Zone/Country of Residence: Canada (UTC-08:00) Pacific Time
Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself: There isn't much to say about myself. I'm the kind of person you'd just look through if you were scanning a crowd. Laid back and easy going. I enjoy roleplay a lot, I indulge in D&D, as well as having a fascination with Post Apocalyptic themes and genres.
Why you would be a good addition to the server: I can be fairly active, I'm an adequate role player, I follow rules and don't troll/grief, always up for role play.
Describe yourself in one word: Mixed.
How much time could you be on the server weekly?: 35-42 hours(+)?
What do you know about roleplaying?: I know how to, in a fairly good way. You react in the way the character you created would act, etc.
What do you expect this server will be like?: Seeing how harsh your demands are, I expect it to be pretty good. Serious and dedicated. That is if I ever get accepted.
What is your past roleplaying experience?: Fairly good. I used to bum around Furcadia and roleplay in the RP dreams there.
What other server have you played on and why did you leave them? Haven't played on any other servers.
How long have you played minecraft?: About a month.
Have you ever been banned before? if you have write the reason why to ( Be Honest ): No.
Have you read the rules? Do you understand them and do you agreed with them?: Yes I have read the rules and I will follow and obey them
What is a slime called on the server? [Unknown]
Have you ever had a sexual intercourse with your pet? ( Be Honest ) Dude what? O_o
Why you want to be accepted (A short answer, nothing big): I want to be accepted so I can roleplay with a good community and play with other people.
In-Character:
Character Name: Jake Teneur
Background / Who are you?: Jake was born in 2169 nearing the end of the chaos time period before everyone started to band together through "The Great Link". He grew up in a relatively safe area. There was not a mass amount of mutants and radiation pocketed into certain areas that were far enough away not to be a threat. Of course the amount of mutants was still pretty high, his older brothers and father were able to keep them at bay during the night. Jake learned how to defend himself from dangers and how to be self sufficient throughout his life living with his family. Mutants were a simpler foe to deal with and no one was ready for when the Raiders came. Jake was by a small pool of water that, although was undrinkable, had a very odd abundance of fish-like creatures. They bred at a staggering rate and seemed to cannibalize each other for food. He was to far away from his home to know they were under attack and it wouldn't have mattered. He returned before it got dark only to find his, once homely, home just a heap of rubble and smoldering embers. His family's corpses had been butchered and strewn about, but there was no sign of one of his brothers. His breath caught in his throat and out of the corner of his eye he thought he seen something coming back. Without thinking he dove through the rubble and rammed himself down through a cellar door that was discreetly set off to the side of the shelter if it were still standing. He spent the night there in a cramped, dark hole under a heap of, what was once, his home. The disturbing mocking sounds of mutants seemed louder, closer and more disturbing than they ever had in his entire life. Day was breaking, he had gotten no sleep that night and the smell of freshly ripe dead bodies seeped its way into the cellar. He cautiously popped his head out of his hiding spot, the mutants had seemed to clear from the area and the smell was becoming too great for him to handle. His family's bodies had disappeared, this sank his heart, but he had no time for any hurt feelings. A Securo-Drone had been clearing the few remaining mutants and turned its targets to him, the screen flashed and it charged towards him. But he had already been high tailing it out of there, he ran for a great length. Across the sands, up and over dunes, and as far as his legs would take him in a day. To survive scavenging is a must but you can't always find what you need. Those that didn't decide to kill you right away could be traded with, of course during many of his years alone he was taken advantage of in trades. But he learned that he could also be a harsh negotiator also taking advantage of more softer or weaker people to make things in his favor and still being able to make things somewhat fair with others who were as stubborn as him. Soon he had gotten into other things than just trading. In his travels he stumbled upon only a few areas that had people. These people were sort of like Jake himself but not like those who seemed terribly sinister. Upon one of these chance meetings they taught him about gambling. "No this for that! You put in this and if you win you take it back along with everything else that was put in with yours!" He lost quite a bit that day, but was able to make up for it else where. Some don't take kindly to losing and unfortunately he learned that the hard way as well. He was stripped of everything he had and taken out far into the wastes where he was beaten and left for dead... or anything else that would happen upon him. When he awoken he was completely confused of where he was or what he was doing, they really did knock the sense out of him, he got up and stumbled around for a short while. "Why are there no mutants or anything?" he asked himself. He was too weak to get anywhere far and collapsed as fast as he got up. Jake just ended up covering himself in sand to hide himself for the night. When he arose he tossed an old coin, he kept in his boot, twice. head for South and North, tails for East and West. He tossed heads "Okay... Now which way exactly...?" tossed again and landed tails, so he decided to head south. Jake never did find those responsible for the murder of his family, but he's always made a stand against those who choose to murder others for possessions or even just in general. He has struck down quite a few for this and proceeds to do so if the odds seem to be in his favor. The year 2205. Jake had spent most of his time traveling in solitude trading when he could. Never had gotten to really trust anyone, why need to? Still being his harsh self in trading, he had become rather good at it and has been known to be able to really get a "good" deal for those who aren't as experience as he. Jake never had a radio or SCR-526 to receive signals or broadcasts but something in the recent year had drawn him to the east, always to the east. 2212. More and more wastes. Endless dirt, sand, and only God knows what, charred burnt and desolate. It seems his "hunch" had brought nowhere closer to ease, only more hardships. He still continues to travel east in hopes of finding something worthwhile.
Character Family: Mother (deceased) Father (deceased) 2 Brothers (deceased, one missing)
Character Age:? 43
Character Appearance:?
Character Personality:? He seems to the point a lot, but most times is throwing something behind the seams to earn things into his favor. He's rather bland, and not much of anything seems to dwell within him. Dull, if you will. He'll fight to the grave to make a trade where he's gaining more than his opponent. This meaning he's willing to give up a trade if it's not to his liking.
Occupation: Scavenger and Trader
Can your character read or write? Yes.
Can your character mine? No.
Can your character build? no.
Can your character fight?Yes.
Can you make tools?: Yes. (Fishing rod and Hoe/any variation of farming tool that fits the theme)
Can you farm?: Yes.
Any special skills? None to speak of.
Does your character have any health/physical or mental problems/issues?: Jake has caught onto the rather nasty habit of gambling. Not so much an addiction, yet, but seems to want to more commonly than most.
Character Fears: Securo-Drones.
Describe an event where your character is in deep pain: "You cheating ****!" Chuck roared, "I didn't cheat! You just lost! Now. Hand over the gears!". If looks could kill Jake would have been dead the second hand dealt. "Oh I'll gear you alright!" Chuck took his chair and swung it down onto Jake's head. A flash of white and everything went black. When Jake came to, he was being dragged by 3 other men to some location somewhere. Trying his best to make sure they didn't know he was awake he tried to get a bearing of where he was. "Hey, hey! Look who's awake..." one of them said. "Dammnit" he thought to himself, "This is probably far enough. Let's get this over with." Jake was dropped harshly onto the ground and was then beaten and wailed upon. Taking hits every, mostly to the head, he was slipping back into unconsciousness once again but not before having the feel of his ribs broken tore through his nerves.
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Original post #142
Was accepted at the time.
Re-posted here now under the impression that the IP has changed. If new character/re-write is needed, so be it.
[b]"Fixed" and tidied up. [/b]
Out-Of-Character:
[b]Minecraft Account Name[/b]: Lolzwheejars
[b]How old are you[/b]? 17
[b]Gender[/b]?: Male
[b]Time-Zone/Country of Residence[/b]: Canada (UTC-08:00) Pacific Time
[b]Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself[/b]: There isn't much to say about myself. I'm the kind of person you'd just look through if you were scanning a crowd. Laid back and easy going. I enjoy roleplay a lot, I indulge in D&D, as well as having a fascination with Post Apocalyptic themes and genres.
[b]Why you would be a good addition to the server[/b]: I can be fairly active, I'm an adequate role player, I follow rules and don't troll/grief, always up for role play.
[b]Describe yourself in one word[/b]: Mixed.
[b]How much time could you be on the server weekly?[/b]: 14- 20 hours?
[b]What do you know about roleplaying?[/b]: I know how to, in a fairly good way. You react in the way the character you created would act, etc.
[b]What do you expect this server will be like?[/b]: Seeing how harsh your demands are, I expect it to be pretty good. Serious and dedicated. That is if I ever get accepted.
[b]What is your past roleplaying experience?[/b]: Fairly good. I used to bum around Furcadia and roleplay in the RP dreams there.
[b]What other server have you played on and why did you leave them?[/b] Haven't played on any other servers.
[b]How long have you played minecraft?:[/b] Had it since 1.7.3
[b]Have you ever been banned before?[/b] if you have write the reason why to ( Be Honest ): No.
[b]Have you read the rules? Do you understand them and do you agreed with them?[/b]: Yes I have read the rules and I will follow and obey them
[b]Why you want to be accepted (A short answer, nothing big)[/b]: I want to be accepted so I can roleplay with a good community and play with other people.
In-Character:
Character Name: Jake Teneur
Background / Who are you?: Jake was born in 2169 nearing the end of the chaos time period before everyone started to band together through "The Great Link". He grew up in a relatively safe area. There was not a mass amount of mutants and radiation pocketed into certain areas that were far enough away not to be a threat. Of course the amount of mutants was still pretty high, his older brothers and father were able to keep them at bay during the night. Jake learned how to defend himself from dangers and how to be self sufficient throughout his life living with his family. Mutants were a simpler foe to deal with and no one was ready for when the Raiders came.
Jake was by a small pool of water that, although was undrinkable, had a very odd abundance of fish-like creatures. They bred at a staggering rate and seemed to cannibalize each other for food. He was too far away from his home to know they were under attack and it wouldn't have mattered. He returned before it got dark only to find his, once homely, home just a heap of rubble and smoldering embers. His family's corpses had been butchered and strewn about, but there was no sign of one of his brothers. His breath caught in his throat and out of the corner of his eye he thought he seen something coming back. Without thinking he dove through the rubble and rammed himself down through a cellar door that was discreetly set off to the side of the shelter if it were still standing.
He spent the night there in a cramped, dark hole under a heap of, what was once, his home. The disturbing mocking sounds of mutants seemed louder, closer and more disturbing than they ever had in his entire life. Day was breaking, he had gotten no sleep that night and the smell of freshly ripe dead bodies seeped its way into the cellar. He cautiously popped his head out of his hiding spot, the mutants had seemed to clear from the area and the smell was becoming too great for him to handle. His family's bodies had disappeared, this sank his heart, but he had no time for any hurt feelings. A Securo-Drone had been clearing the few remaining mutants and turned its targets to him, the screen flashed and it charged towards him. But he had already been high tailing it out of there, he ran for a great length. Across the sands, up and over dunes, and as far as his legs would take him in a day.
To survive scavenging is a must but, you can't always find what you need. Those that didn't decide to kill you right away could be traded with, of course during many of his years alone he was taken advantage of in trades. But he learned that he could also be a harsh negotiator also taking advantage of more softer or weaker people to make things in his favor and still being able to make things somewhat fair with others who were as stubborn as him. Soon he had gotten into other things than just trading. In his travels he stumbled upon only a few areas that had people. These people were sort of like Jake himself but not like those who seemed terribly sinister. Upon one of these chance meetings they taught him about gambling. "No this for that! You put in this and if you win you take it back along with everything else that was put in with yours!" He lost quite a bit that day, but was able to make up for it else where.
Some don't take kindly to losing and unfortunately he learned that the hard way as well. He was stripped of everything he had and taken out far into the wastes where he was beaten and left for dead... or anything else that would happen upon him. When he awoken he was completely confused of where he was or what he was doing, they really did knock the sense out of him, he got up and stumbled around for a short while. "Why are there no mutants or anything?" he asked himself. He was too weak to get anywhere far and collapsed as fast as he got up. Jake just ended up covering himself in sand to hide himself for the night. When he arose he tossed an old coin, he kept in his boot, twice. head for South and North, tails for East and West. He tossed heads "Okay... Now which way exactly...?" tossed again and landed tails, so he decided to head south.
Jake never did find those responsible for the murder of his family, but he's always made a stand against those who choose to murder others for possessions or even just in general. He has struck down quite a few for this and proceeds to do so if the odds seem to be in his favor. The year 2205. Jake had spent most of his time traveling in solitude trading when he could. Never had gotten to really trust anyone, why need to? Still being his harsh self in trading, he had become rather good at it and has been known to be able to really get a "good" deal for those who aren't as experience as he. Jake never had a radio or SCR-526 to receive signals or broadcasts but something in the recent year had drawn him to the east, always to the east. 2212. More and more wastes. Endless dirt, sand, and only God knows what, charred burnt and desolate. It seems his "hunch" had brought nowhere closer to ease, only more hardships. He still continues to travel east in hopes of finding something worthwhile.
[b]Character Family[/b]: Mother (deceased) Father (deceased) 2 Brothers (deceased, one missing)
[b]Character Age[/b]: 43
[b]Character Appearance[/b]: An average man, not handsome, not ugly. Blonde hair, blue eyes. Wears a loose fitting poncho of a sandy hue, along with a fabric mask of the same material over his nose and mouth. Underneath he wears a simple brown jumpsuit. Around his head we wears a red bandanna, and around his waist he wears a simple sash made up of multiple red ties. His hands are covered with a pair of gloves that are reinforced with scrap metal, his boots are likewise.
[b]Character Personality[/b]: He seems to the point a lot, but most times is throwing something behind the seams to earn things into his favor. He's rather bland, and not much of anything seems to dwell within him. A dull personality, if you will. He'll fight to the grave to make a trade where he's gaining more than his opponent. This meaning he's willing to give up a trade if it's not to his liking.
[b]Occupation[/b]: Scavenger and Trader. Scavenging isn't a hard thing to do, but doing it long enough gives you a sixth sense about what you're digging into and whether or not you should waste your time. It's a dirty way of living, but it can pay out and blends excellently if you can also sell what you've found. Trading is a different story, as it involves other humans, and any number of things can go awry. He finds trading with people less enjoyable than say, finding an old bottle of soda or some tech he could tinker with, for the reason that it's always a hair trigger away from being a bloodbath. Or that's possibly a bit of paranoia from having dealt with some unsavoury customers in the past.
[b]Can your character read or write?[/b] Yes. He was taught by his parents, where they learned he never found out. Presumably from some old world technology designed to help toddlers learn how to read.
[b]Can your character mine?[/b] No. Jake's family lived above ground and going down below the surface was where all sorts of dangerous creatures inhabited was never a good idea. What they needed they pulled from the surrounding area, and only occasionally would his father and older brother go below to find something that they desperately needed. Jake was never allowed to tag along.
[b]Can your character build?[/b] No. Jake was young before he was violently uprooted away from his home, so he never learned anything along the lines of constructing buildings. A simple tent would not be out of his grasp, though.
[b]Can your character fight?[/b] Yes. The Wastes are a harsh and dangerous place. A lot of his experience was trial by fire, where most of the time he got burnt. Trial and error was the name of the game.
[b]Can you make tools?[/b]: Yes. (Fishing rod and Hoe/any variation of farming tool that fits the theme)
[b]Can you farm?[/b]: Yes. Jake tended to the crops of his family's farm, as did his other family members. It seemed to him that it was the only thing he was ever allowed to do, so he made sure that he would learn how to do it well. Other than farming he learned how to fish, in the event that something happened to the food supply.
[b]Any special skills?[/b] None to speak of.
[b]Does your character have any health/physical or mental problems/issues?[/b]: Jake has caught onto the rather nasty habit of gambling. Not so much an addiction, yet, but seems to want to more commonly than most.
[b]Character Fears[/b]: Securo-Drones. Let's just say being chased by a man sized pseudo-spider for a day can leave one a bit shaken as it were.
[b]Describe an event where your character is in deep pain[/b]: "You cheating ****!" Chuck roared, "I didn't cheat! You just lost! Now. Hand over the gears!". If looks could kill Jake would have been dead the second hand dealt. "Oh I'll gear you alright!" Chuck took his chair and swung it down onto Jake's head. A flash of white and everything went black. When Jake came to, he was being dragged by 3 other men to some location somewhere. Trying his best to make sure they didn't know he was awake he tried to get a bearing of where he was. "Hey, hey! Look who's awake..." one of them said. "Dammnit" he thought to himself, "This is probably far enough. Let's get this over with." Jake was dropped harshly onto the ground and was then beaten and wailed upon. Taking hits every, mostly to the head, he was slipping back into unconsciousness once again but not before having the feel of his ribs broken tore through his nerves.
[b]Other Information:
"I will use ((*)) or brackets to speak in OOC in the local chat if needed or I will get banned and i love cheeseburgers with all my heart."
[b]Out-Of-Character:[/b]
[b]Minecraft Account Name:[/b] rex4d5
[b]How old are you?[/b] 13
[b]Gender?:[/b] male
[b]Time-Zone/Country of Residence: [/b] eastern time zone/america
[b]Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself:[/b] Im sarcastic and ctive and will try anying {in minecraft} once
[b]Why you would be a good addition to the server:[/b] illl be a great addition to the community and i wont be a complete jerk by hacking or doing ooc
[b]Describe yourself in one word:[/b] undefined
[b]How much time could you be on the server weekly?:at least once a day ecept sundays[/b]
[b]What do you know about roleplaying?: its like acting sort of you just play your charater as you go through the game and make up your own lines[/b]
[b]What do you expect this server will be like?:a hardcore survival experince thats intense with serios roleplay[/b]
[b]What is your past roleplaying experience?: none... but hey you gotta start somewere right?[/b]
[b]What other server have you played on and why did you leave them? i left becouse either noone was on or they changed the gameplay and plugins so much that the server stinks {im not listing the 50+ servers ive played on}[/b]
[b]How long have you played minecraft?: at least 1 year[/b]
[b]Have you ever been banned before? if you have write the reason why to ( Be Honest ): no[/b]
[b]Have you read the rules? Do you understand them and do you agreed with them?: yes[/b]
[b]What is a slime called on the server? sludge[/b]
[b]Have you ever had a sexual intercourse with your pet? ( Be Honest ) no[/b]
[b]Why you want to be accepted (A short answer, nothing big): this looks like a awsome server and very intense gameplay[/b]
[b]In-Character:[/b]
[b]Character Name:[/b] rex {ive tried writing storys and rex fits always im not taking a easier way out rex just works}
[b]Background / Who are you?: at 7 nuclear bombs destroyed my family friends and everything ive known now im just a scavenger of the wastelands looking for supplies to keep living[/b]
[b]Character Family:[/b] dead
[b]Character Age:? 17
[b]Character Appearance:?[/b] black robe covering my body and face
[b]Character Personality:?[/b] skittish,dark.sarcastic, one hell of a drunk
[b]Occupation:[/b] scavenger
[b]Can your character read or write?yes[/b]
[b]Can your character mine?[/b]Yes
[b]Can your character build?[/b]Yes
[b]Can your character fight?[/b]Yes, that doent mean im reall good though...
[b]Can you make tools?:[/b]Yes
[b]Can you farm?:yes its my best skill[/b]
[b]Any special skills?i can tame almost any mutated wolf with ease[/b]
[b]Does your character have any health/physical or mental problems/isues?: sometimes when trying to sleep has demented night halucinations not allowing him to get much sleep affecting him throught out the day[/b]
[b]Character Fears:[/b] death{yes we all fear it just know ones admits it!!!} and being mutated
[b]Describe an event where your character is in deep pain:[/b] another dreary day in my depressing bunker... at least its keeping me safe right? well if i dont get out soon ill catch cabin fever and that nothing can cure or protect me from so i go walk up the stairs to trap doorout of the bunker collecting junk and mining a bit for maybe something to sell for food but all i ge is stone and luckily came across a mutated pig for food i come back to the bunker about to go down when a fuel bot comes out and explodeds i feel the fire covor my body burning of my robe and skin the blast knocks my down the stairs cousing me to twist my ankle and hit my head i feel as if im lying in the sun the burns are intense and suddeny the burns on someplaces are cool i trun my burned head to the left to see blood from were i cut my head is cooling the burns i try and get up but my ankle just exploded into pain i lye back down and i see if cant sleep it off or maybe someone helps but the burns they hurt so much!!!![/b]
[b][b]A screenshot / description of your skin:black robe covering my body to help with stealth and protect from acid rain {in reality its a like a black mage skin but it fits my charachter doesnt it?}[/b]
[b]Other Information:[/b]
Just posting the app i sent you via pm, since you said you would prefer it this way
-Minecraft Account Name: GhostyS
-How old are you?: 17
-Time-Zone/Country of Residence: Timezone- AEST Country-Australia
-Do you have a good grip on the English language and good grammar?: I think that my grip on the English language is tighter then most individuals.
-Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself: Well, I guess I am a rather nice guy. Friendly to most, but my hat can get ruffled by a few trolling ruffians. Not to mention I am a rather good role-player, if I do say so myself.
-How much time could you dedicate on the server weekly?: About 2-3 hours a day, so around 21 or more hours a week.
-How long have been you been playing Minecraft?: Before survival mode was released. Although I did just make my curse account today.
-What do you know about roleplaying? How long have you been doing it? What kind?: I know my way around a good role-play, always stay in character stick to the theme all that jazz. Been doing it for awhile now, my first server was on garrys mod. Kinds? Fantasy, sci-fi, horror etc. Never participated in a post-apocalyptic one though.
-What do you expect this server will be like?: What i got from the OP is that there will not be alot of bad role-players around. Most servers have hardly any real rp, just a ton of people talking in brackets.
-What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them?: Well, as mentioned before i played on some garrys mod servers. Was admin on at least three i think. But awhile ago they shut down and moved on to other games.
-Have you ever been banned before? if, why? ( Be Honest ): Sure have, reason being I argued with the server owner about how he ran it. One of those servers where you have to pick a class, and all that ********. He jailed me then perma-banned me. That was on Terraria.
-Have you read, understood, and agreed to the rules?:
Indeed I have, I like the whole tsu storm and acidic rain ideas. I will use ((*)) or brackets to speak in OOC in the local chat if needed or I will get banned!
-How did you hear about us?:
Simple, I looked up role play in the search bar.
-Will you be willing to download and be active on our Mumble server?: Sure, always good to make some new friends. Although I have no mic.
-Biography: It was just another day in the wasteland for Zephyr, His father was in the forge crafting new items and gear to sell to other survivors in-case some came by. Zephyr was working on the crops, luckily enough they had found a patch of dirt that does not kill the wheat within minutes of planting it. Farming was easy for him, In fact the only thing he does is till the soil, harvest the crops and help his father around the forge. It was a lot easier for them before zephyr's mother died of radiation poisoning, she used to make the most wonderful bread.
After a hard days work it was time to rest, staying up later then the sunset is suicide, all manners of creatures, raiders and robots emerge from their slumber during the night. Zephyr and his father lived in a small bunker, inside that bunker is three rooms, one is the entrance, the other is the forge, and the last is the bedroom. The door is more then two feet thick lead, to keep out any radiation. This door has lasted through multiple ApocaStorms and radiation sweeps. luckily there has not been any signs of a Tsu storm to date.
The next day zephyr and his father woke up, exactly at sunrise as they were used to, and did what they always do. Zephyr to the farm to harvest more wheat, and his father to the forge to craft more gear. Zephyr noticed a sudden change of heat and increased wind, He shrugged the feeling off, thinking it to just be a minor case of rad poisoning, which in a small state can be healed by milk from a mutated cow, but then he was corrected. The heat and wind by a huge amount, you could almost see the radiation swirling in the air. The last thing zephyr saw was the bunker collapsing, with his father still in it.
He woke In a daze, all of his body numb except for his mouth, which felt tingly and burned, but that was not on his mind, all he could think about was the last thing he saw. He scrambled his way to the ruined bunker, and clambered around the rubble, trying to find any trace of his father. He found him, although he was not alive.
His fathers hand was sticking out from under a rock, still gripping tightly onto his hammer, Zephyr knelled and sobbed for some time, as any decent person would if a loved one died. He couldn't leave him like this, he decided to bury him next to the river. After saying some words, he noticed his reflection in the murky water. His mouth, the skin was stripped to the very bone, some teeth were missing and the rest were cracked. the remaining flesh was singed around the edges. He looked like a monster from a night-mare. He could not be seen like this, surely anyone to look at him would think he was one of those monsters, but Zephyr does not go anywhere without his back pack, which has all the stuff anyone would need for any situation. Other then various gadgets and food, he had a gas mask, which would be perfect for covering up his face, and so he set out. For what? He did not know, a new start? maybe...
-Character Family: His family was wiped out In a tsu storm, luckily he survived but is left with a terrible reminder.
-Character Age: 28
-Character Appearance: Zephyr wears simple leather clothes, with a blue shirt underneath. He does not go anywhere without his trusty backpack and gas mask.
-Character Personality: (Any fatal flaws?):A generally nice guy, but can sometimes be harsh and to the point. Often sells his black-smithy work at high precise (That *******!)
-Occupation: Roaming black-smithy.
-Can your character read or write?: He can read, but can not write.
-Can your character mine?: Zephyr has only little experience with mining, he can gather most ores but has trouble harvesting the more valuable (redstone, gold, diamond, lapis)
-Can your character build? (Holes in the ground do not count): He can, just not very well. You will see no artistic masterpieces coming from zephyr, IC at least.
-Can your character fight?: He knows his way around a blade and bow. If not a master, he is still better then most
-Can your character farm?: Yes he can, he has prior experience with tilling land and growing wheat and other plants such as reeds. when he was a child and was learning how off live off the land.
-Does your character have any special skills?: Zephyr is an adept at blacksmithing, he can forge nearly any item if given the right materials. Leaving him with very strong arms, and a bulky build. He is also rather good with a bow.
-Does your character have any mental or physical disabilities? Any health problems?: Zephyr's mouth is horrifically disfigured due to a severe injury from his past.
-Character Fears: Zephyr main fear is people seeing his mouth, it is horridly disfigured, and is the cause for his raspy breath. He also hates creepers 'fuel bots' since he does not want to get any more disfigured then he already is.
-DESCRIBE an event where your character is in deep pain.
The mangled corpse of his father lay before him, he was alone now. Nothing, nothing at all to accompany him, except his backpack. No-one to talk to, no home to live in. His mouth burned, and gurgled. each sob made his jaw throb, his skin rip and his throat bleed. He had spent his whole life on this little farm, and now, because of some some pointless war it is destroyed and his father lay dead. He thought of it, of killing himself. but he thought, what would dad think of that? What would dad think of my if i did that. So, in light of all that had happened that day he decided to leave, decided to try and forget this farm, and what happened on it. He left, but not a day goes by that he does not think of it, not a day goes by that he does not sit and cry over his beloved father. it truly is a bad sight to see him when he is crying, the cracks in his skin, the cuts, burns and bruises. All re-appear, as if they are taunting him. Punishing him for something he did not do. His wounds will never heal, not as long as he remembers his tragic past.
-A screenshot of your skin: (Please include a picture of the skin being worn, and a png of the skin itself)
Just posting the app i sent you via pm, since you said you would prefer it this way
-Minecraft Account Name: GhostyS
-How old are you?: 17
-Time-Zone/Country of Residence: Timezone- AEST Country-Australia
-Do you have a good grip on the English language and good grammar?: I think that my grip on the English language is tighter then most individuals.
-Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself: Well, I guess I am a rather nice guy. Friendly to most, but my hat can get ruffled by a few trolling ruffians. Not to mention I am a rather good role-player, if I do say so myself.
-How much time could you dedicate on the server weekly?: About 2-3 hours a day, so around 21 or more hours a week.
-How long have been you been playing Minecraft?: Before survival mode was released. Although I did just make my curse account today.
-What do you know about roleplaying? How long have you been doing it? What kind?: I know my way around a good role-play, always stay in character stick to the theme all that jazz. Been doing it for awhile now, my first server was on garrys mod. Kinds? Fantasy, sci-fi, horror etc. Never participated in a post-apocalyptic one though.
-What do you expect this server will be like?: What i got from the OP is that there will not be alot of bad role-players around. Most servers have hardly any real rp, just a ton of people talking in brackets.
-What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them?: Well, as mentioned before i played on some garrys mod servers. Was admin on at least three i think. But awhile ago they shut down and moved on to other games.
-Have you ever been banned before? if, why? ( Be Honest ): Sure have, reason being I argued with the server owner about how he ran it. One of those servers where you have to pick a class, and all that ********. He jailed me then perma-banned me. That was on Terraria.
-Have you read, understood, and agreed to the rules?:
Indeed I have, I like the whole tsu storm and acidic rain ideas. I will use ((*)) or brackets to speak in OOC in the local chat if needed or I will get banned!
-How did you hear about us?:
Simple, I looked up role play in the search bar.
-Will you be willing to download and be active on our Mumble server?: Sure, always good to make some new friends. Although I have no mic.
-Biography: It was just another day in the wasteland for Zephyr, His father was in the forge crafting new items and gear to sell to other survivors in-case some came by. Zephyr was working on the crops, luckily enough they had found a patch of dirt that does not kill the wheat within minutes of planting it. Farming was easy for him, In fact the only thing he does is till the soil, harvest the crops and help his father around the forge. It was a lot easier for them before zephyr's mother died of radiation poisoning, she used to make the most wonderful bread.
After a hard days work it was time to rest, staying up later then the sunset is suicide, all manners of creatures, raiders and robots emerge from their slumber during the night. Zephyr and his father lived in a small bunker, inside that bunker is three rooms, one is the entrance, the other is the forge, and the last is the bedroom. The door is more then two feet thick lead, to keep out any radiation. This door has lasted through multiple ApocaStorms and radiation sweeps. luckily there has not been any signs of a Tsu storm to date.
The next day zephyr and his father woke up, exactly at sunrise as they were used to, and did what they always do. Zephyr to the farm to harvest more wheat, and his father to the forge to craft more gear. Zephyr noticed a sudden change of heat and increased wind, He shrugged the feeling off, thinking it to just be a minor case of rad poisoning, which in a small state can be healed by milk from a mutated cow, but then he was corrected. The heat and wind by a huge amount, you could almost see the radiation swirling in the air. The last thing zephyr saw was the bunker collapsing, with his father still in it.
He woke In a daze, all of his body numb except for his mouth, which felt tingly and burned, but that was not on his mind, all he could think about was the last thing he saw. He scrambled his way to the ruined bunker, and clambered around the rubble, trying to find any trace of his father. He found him, although he was not alive.
His fathers hand was sticking out from under a rock, still gripping tightly onto his hammer, Zephyr knelled and sobbed for some time, as any decent person would if a loved one died. He couldn't leave him like this, he decided to bury him next to the river. After saying some words, he noticed his reflection in the murky water. His mouth, the skin was stripped to the very bone, some teeth were missing and the rest were cracked. the remaining flesh was singed around the edges. He looked like a monster from a night-mare. He could not be seen like this, surely anyone to look at him would think he was one of those monsters, but Zephyr does not go anywhere without his back pack, which has all the stuff anyone would need for any situation. Other then various gadgets and food, he had a gas mask, which would be perfect for covering up his face, and so he set out. For what? He did not know, a new start? maybe...
-Character Family: His family was wiped out In a tsu storm, luckily he survived but is left with a terrible reminder.
-Character Age: 28
-Character Appearance: Zephyr wears simple leather clothes, with a blue shirt underneath. He does not go anywhere without his trusty backpack and gas mask.
-Character Personality: (Any fatal flaws?):A generally nice guy, but can sometimes be harsh and to the point. Often sells his black-smithy work at high precise (That *******!)
-Occupation: Roaming black-smithy.
-Can your character read or write?: He can read, but can not write.
-Can your character mine?: Zephyr has only little experience with mining, he can gather most ores but has trouble harvesting the more valuable (redstone, gold, diamond, lapis)
-Can your character build? (Holes in the ground do not count): He can, just not very well. You will see no artistic masterpieces coming from zephyr, IC at least.
-Can your character fight?: He knows his way around a blade and bow. If not a master, he is still better then most
-Can your character farm?: Yes he can, he has prior experience with tilling land and growing wheat and other plants such as reeds. when he was a child and was learning how off live off the land.
-Does your character have any special skills?: Zephyr is an adept at blacksmithing, he can forge nearly any item if given the right materials. Leaving him with very strong arms, and a bulky build. He is also rather good with a bow.
-Does your character have any mental or physical disabilities? Any health problems?: Zephyr's mouth is horrifically disfigured due to a severe injury from his past.
-Character Fears: Zephyr main fear is people seeing his mouth, it is horridly disfigured, and is the cause for his raspy breath. He also hates creepers 'fuel bots' since he does not want to get any more disfigured then he already is.
-DESCRIBE an event where your character is in deep pain.
The mangled corpse of his father lay before him, he was alone now. Nothing, nothing at all to accompany him, except his backpack. No-one to talk to, no home to live in. His mouth burned, and gurgled. each sob made his jaw throb, his skin rip and his throat bleed. He had spent his whole life on this little farm, and now, because of some some pointless war it is destroyed and his father lay dead. He thought of it, of killing himself. but he thought, what would dad think of that? What would dad think of my if i did that. So, in light of all that had happened that day he decided to leave, decided to try and forget this farm, and what happened on it. He left, but not a day goes by that he does not think of it, not a day goes by that he does not sit and cry over his beloved father. it truly is a bad sight to see him when he is crying, the cracks in his skin, the cuts, burns and bruises. All re-appear, as if they are taunting him. Punishing him for something he did not do. His wounds will never heal, not as long as he remembers his tragic past.
-A screenshot of your skin: (Please include a picture of the skin being worn, and a png of the skin itself)
Comapared to the post above yours, i really like this!
Wew Can Use Team Speak, Maybe I Will Try This Later for This Games for My natural remedies Well I Hope So, Good Luck With This Server, Don't Forget to Fix Bugs or Anything in This Server Games ya.
Did you really just say that? What makes you think i will ever do such a nasty thing?!
Well, Juuuuuuuuuuuuuust making sure.
-Minecraft Account Name: J0hnnybui
-How old are you?: 20
-Time-Zone/Country of Residence: Canada
-Do you have a good grip on the English language and good grammar?: Yes
-Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself: I like to have fun alot. But if no one interacts with me, I'm usually quiet and off doing my own thing.
-How much time could you dedicate on the server weekly?: A lot. Whenever I have free time almost.
-How long have been you been playing Minecraft?: Almost 2 weeks.
-What do you know about roleplaying? How long have you been doing it? What kind?: I can roleplay in bed.
-What do you expect this server will be like?: With its own texture mod, and great re-use of items and A.I., I think it will be a ****-yeah awesome kinda world.
-Have you played on a server(s) before, and why did you leave it?: I haven't left any servers. The ones I'm on are not RP, and they all play minecraft in a different way.
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-Have you ever been banned before? if, why? ( Be Honest ): I think one time, I got banned for being too awesome. Besides that, nope.
-Have you read, understood, and agreed to the rules?: I just hope my character follows the rules.
-How did you hear about us?: I browsed the minecraft forum for a RP server.
-Will you be willing to download and be active on our Mumble server?: No idea what it is, but once I learn about it, maybe.
In-Character:
-Character Name: Johnny "Bravo" Kingston
-Biography: Bravo. That's what they ****ing call me. Why? Cause these losers are pure douchebags who call everyone the most ****-****ed thought up names. Like if your name's Albert, they're gonna call you "Fat Albert" even if you're skinny as a ****ing Raider. How stupid can you get? I seriously gotta ditch these extra weights or I'll die with the lot of them one day. Is anyone even keeping time? What ****ing year is it is anyway? I mean, how can you with all the ****'s thats going on. Mutants on the left, robos on the right, mutants in your belly... Yeah we even ****ing eat mutants for gods sake. Ha, what god. Unless he really ditched this world and let us **** it up, I doubt there's anything. Robos are in space ****ing attacking other planets and ****--so who knows when aliens would add to our wonderful collection of biology left on this dirt.
****. There goes my last battery. I used to have no hope left and wanted to suicide like everyone else who couldn't take this ****ed up world anymore. I mean, could hell be any worse? *tries hitting the light against a rock* ****. *takes out a cybe and smokes* Man, the only thing people invented well are these cybe-smokes, technologically programmed to mix chemicals to create tobacco and burn it constantly whenever you turn it on. Unlimited smoking, with no ashes. ****ing genius. Where was I again? *continues smoking* Ahh right, I was about to tell you about the time when my whole family went ape **** after I got home from work. I had to kill my own family--or mutant versions of them, with my own two hands to survive. Worst ****ing thing that could ever happen to you. To put your family out of misery, and put yourself into despair. But then some psychologist chick got me back up on my feet, We banged the **** out of that desk. *smirks* And now, I want my revenge on this world. So I'll stay alive as long as I can for my family, and I'll beat the **** out of every piece of **** robo, mutant, alien, whatever-the-****-non-human-thing that is left on this planet. Till the day I ****ing die, People will see my corpse and say bravo.
-Character Family: "You just heard what I ****ing said right?"
-Character Age: "36". My birthday was yesterday. I celebrated by blowing the brains out of mutants with my bow and arrow. *laughs with a face showing he is picturing it happening again*
-Character Appearance: "You're here interviewing me, so you should know you ****ing faggot." (Scruffy, muscular looking man. Wears a ripped jean jacket and denim. )
-Character Personality: (Any fatal flaws?): "The **** is this... a dating sim? You want to know about my personality? Holy ****, let's just go get married by Father Paul who lives down the road honey. But wait! you have to help me pick out my dress." (This guy is basically a bad-ass, douche bag type. He hates on almost everything and will pick a fight or make fun of you if he can.)
-Occupation: "I **** your mother." (This guy will do anything for some food. And with whatever he can save up, he uses currency for weapons and survival items to hunt down robos and mutants. )
-Can your character read or write?: "You think I'm ****ing illiterate? Well **** you." (Yes. he can do the basic stuff because his childhood was normal, and not affected luckily.)
-Can your character mine?: "I can dig."(He has the physique to mine if he felt like it. But no, he has to be taught how.)
-Can your character build? (Holes in the ground do not count.): "I build muscle." *chuckles* (He can basically build weapons and survival tools, otherwise no.)
-Can your character fight?: "You wanna have a go right now buddy?" (This guy has been seeking revenge on these creatures since the death of his family and has been training his physique and combat ability to this day.)
-Can your character farm?: "Farm? Like harvest corn and ****? **** no. Plus I only eat meat."(He has the physique to do it, and the capability to learn. Otherwise if not taught, no he cannot.)
-Does your character have any special skills?: "How the **** should I know? All I do is try to survive." (Has the techniques to survive through rough times)
-Does your character have any mental or physical disabilities? Any health problems?: "Yeah I smoke whenever I get the chance to, so I probably have cancer by now. I always have dreams where I get to kill hordes of mutants, but that doesn't make me psycho. You get them too right?" (He has a mental disability in which he gains great anger and rage reminiscing his family when he is in clear sight and close range of a mutant or robo)
-Character Fears: *silent* (He fears children. He's scared of seeing them die and has a tendency to protect them)
-DESCRIBE an event where your character is in deep pain: "Besides the family turning into mutants and I was forced to kill them with my two hands? Yeah, one time it hurt pushing the **** out of my ass. I think the mutant meat mutated my poo or something."
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-Other Information: I will use ((*)) or brackets to speak in OOC in the local chat if needed or I will get banned!
And where is the our of character?
Oh right, I guess I was too IN character
Next to the words that "****" replaced?
I see what you did there!
I'm just trying to keep it polite agaist new people!
:3
And you're 111 posts away from 4444
Was accepted at the time.
Re-posted here now under the impression that the IP has changed. If new character/re-write is needed, so be it.
Minecraft Account Name: Lolzwheejars
How old are you? 17
Gender?: Males
Time-Zone/Country of Residence: Canada (UTC-08:00) Pacific Time
Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself: There isn't much to say about myself. I'm the kind of person you'd just look through if you were scanning a crowd. Laid back and easy going. I enjoy roleplay a lot, I indulge in D&D, as well as having a fascination with Post Apocalyptic themes and genres.
Why you would be a good addition to the server: I can be fairly active, I'm an adequate role player, I follow rules and don't troll/grief, always up for role play.
Describe yourself in one word: Mixed.
How much time could you be on the server weekly?: 35-42 hours(+)?
What do you know about roleplaying?: I know how to, in a fairly good way. You react in the way the character you created would act, etc.
What do you expect this server will be like?: Seeing how harsh your demands are, I expect it to be pretty good. Serious and dedicated. That is if I ever get accepted.
What is your past roleplaying experience?: Fairly good. I used to bum around Furcadia and roleplay in the RP dreams there.
What other server have you played on and why did you leave them? Haven't played on any other servers.
How long have you played minecraft?: About a month.
Have you ever been banned before? if you have write the reason why to ( Be Honest ): No.
Have you read the rules? Do you understand them and do you agreed with them?: Yes I have read the rules and I will follow and obey them
What is a slime called on the server? [Unknown]
Have you ever had a sexual intercourse with your pet? ( Be Honest ) Dude what? O_o
Why you want to be accepted (A short answer, nothing big): I want to be accepted so I can roleplay with a good community and play with other people.
In-Character:
Character Name: Jake Teneur
Background / Who are you?: Jake was born in 2169 nearing the end of the chaos time period before everyone started to band together through "The Great Link". He grew up in a relatively safe area. There was not a mass amount of mutants and radiation pocketed into certain areas that were far enough away not to be a threat. Of course the amount of mutants was still pretty high, his older brothers and father were able to keep them at bay during the night. Jake learned how to defend himself from dangers and how to be self sufficient throughout his life living with his family. Mutants were a simpler foe to deal with and no one was ready for when the Raiders came. Jake was by a small pool of water that, although was undrinkable, had a very odd abundance of fish-like creatures. They bred at a staggering rate and seemed to cannibalize each other for food. He was to far away from his home to know they were under attack and it wouldn't have mattered. He returned before it got dark only to find his, once homely, home just a heap of rubble and smoldering embers. His family's corpses had been butchered and strewn about, but there was no sign of one of his brothers. His breath caught in his throat and out of the corner of his eye he thought he seen something coming back. Without thinking he dove through the rubble and rammed himself down through a cellar door that was discreetly set off to the side of the shelter if it were still standing. He spent the night there in a cramped, dark hole under a heap of, what was once, his home. The disturbing mocking sounds of mutants seemed louder, closer and more disturbing than they ever had in his entire life. Day was breaking, he had gotten no sleep that night and the smell of freshly ripe dead bodies seeped its way into the cellar. He cautiously popped his head out of his hiding spot, the mutants had seemed to clear from the area and the smell was becoming too great for him to handle. His family's bodies had disappeared, this sank his heart, but he had no time for any hurt feelings. A Securo-Drone had been clearing the few remaining mutants and turned its targets to him, the screen flashed and it charged towards him. But he had already been high tailing it out of there, he ran for a great length. Across the sands, up and over dunes, and as far as his legs would take him in a day. To survive scavenging is a must but you can't always find what you need. Those that didn't decide to kill you right away could be traded with, of course during many of his years alone he was taken advantage of in trades. But he learned that he could also be a harsh negotiator also taking advantage of more softer or weaker people to make things in his favor and still being able to make things somewhat fair with others who were as stubborn as him. Soon he had gotten into other things than just trading. In his travels he stumbled upon only a few areas that had people. These people were sort of like Jake himself but not like those who seemed terribly sinister. Upon one of these chance meetings they taught him about gambling. "No this for that! You put in this and if you win you take it back along with everything else that was put in with yours!" He lost quite a bit that day, but was able to make up for it else where. Some don't take kindly to losing and unfortunately he learned that the hard way as well. He was stripped of everything he had and taken out far into the wastes where he was beaten and left for dead... or anything else that would happen upon him. When he awoken he was completely confused of where he was or what he was doing, they really did knock the sense out of him, he got up and stumbled around for a short while. "Why are there no mutants or anything?" he asked himself. He was too weak to get anywhere far and collapsed as fast as he got up. Jake just ended up covering himself in sand to hide himself for the night. When he arose he tossed an old coin, he kept in his boot, twice. head for South and North, tails for East and West. He tossed heads "Okay... Now which way exactly...?" tossed again and landed tails, so he decided to head south. Jake never did find those responsible for the murder of his family, but he's always made a stand against those who choose to murder others for possessions or even just in general. He has struck down quite a few for this and proceeds to do so if the odds seem to be in his favor. The year 2205. Jake had spent most of his time traveling in solitude trading when he could. Never had gotten to really trust anyone, why need to? Still being his harsh self in trading, he had become rather good at it and has been known to be able to really get a "good" deal for those who aren't as experience as he. Jake never had a radio or SCR-526 to receive signals or broadcasts but something in the recent year had drawn him to the east, always to the east. 2212. More and more wastes. Endless dirt, sand, and only God knows what, charred burnt and desolate. It seems his "hunch" had brought nowhere closer to ease, only more hardships. He still continues to travel east in hopes of finding something worthwhile.
Character Family: Mother (deceased) Father (deceased) 2 Brothers (deceased, one missing)
Character Age:? 43
Character Appearance:?
Character Personality:? He seems to the point a lot, but most times is throwing something behind the seams to earn things into his favor. He's rather bland, and not much of anything seems to dwell within him. Dull, if you will. He'll fight to the grave to make a trade where he's gaining more than his opponent. This meaning he's willing to give up a trade if it's not to his liking.
Occupation: Scavenger and Trader
Can your character read or write? Yes.
Can your character mine? No.
Can your character build? no.
Can your character fight?Yes.
Can you make tools?: Yes. (Fishing rod and Hoe/any variation of farming tool that fits the theme)
Can you farm?: Yes.
Any special skills? None to speak of.
Does your character have any health/physical or mental problems/issues?: Jake has caught onto the rather nasty habit of gambling. Not so much an addiction, yet, but seems to want to more commonly than most.
Character Fears: Securo-Drones.
Describe an event where your character is in deep pain: "You cheating ****!" Chuck roared, "I didn't cheat! You just lost! Now. Hand over the gears!". If looks could kill Jake would have been dead the second hand dealt. "Oh I'll gear you alright!" Chuck took his chair and swung it down onto Jake's head. A flash of white and everything went black. When Jake came to, he was being dragged by 3 other men to some location somewhere. Trying his best to make sure they didn't know he was awake he tried to get a bearing of where he was. "Hey, hey! Look who's awake..." one of them said. "Dammnit" he thought to himself, "This is probably far enough. Let's get this over with." Jake was dropped harshly onto the ground and was then beaten and wailed upon. Taking hits every, mostly to the head, he was slipping back into unconsciousness once again but not before having the feel of his ribs broken tore through his nerves.
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[b]Other Information:
"I will use ((*)) or brackets to speak in OOC in the local chat if needed or I will get banned and i love cheeseburgers with all my heart."
Was accepted at the time.
Re-posted here now under the impression that the IP has changed. If new character/re-write is needed, so be it.
[b]"Fixed" and tidied up. [/b]
[b]Minecraft Account Name[/b]: Lolzwheejars
[b]How old are you[/b]? 17
[b]Gender[/b]?: Male
[b]Time-Zone/Country of Residence[/b]: Canada (UTC-08:00) Pacific Time
[b]Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself[/b]: There isn't much to say about myself. I'm the kind of person you'd just look through if you were scanning a crowd. Laid back and easy going. I enjoy roleplay a lot, I indulge in D&D, as well as having a fascination with Post Apocalyptic themes and genres.
[b]Why you would be a good addition to the server[/b]: I can be fairly active, I'm an adequate role player, I follow rules and don't troll/grief, always up for role play.
[b]Describe yourself in one word[/b]: Mixed.
[b]How much time could you be on the server weekly?[/b]: 14- 20 hours?
[b]What do you know about roleplaying?[/b]: I know how to, in a fairly good way. You react in the way the character you created would act, etc.
[b]What do you expect this server will be like?[/b]: Seeing how harsh your demands are, I expect it to be pretty good. Serious and dedicated. That is if I ever get accepted.
[b]What is your past roleplaying experience?[/b]: Fairly good. I used to bum around Furcadia and roleplay in the RP dreams there.
[b]What other server have you played on and why did you leave them?[/b] Haven't played on any other servers.
[b]How long have you played minecraft?:[/b] Had it since 1.7.3
[b]Have you ever been banned before?[/b] if you have write the reason why to ( Be Honest ): No.
[b]Have you read the rules? Do you understand them and do you agreed with them?[/b]: Yes I have read the rules and I will follow and obey them
[b]Why you want to be accepted (A short answer, nothing big)[/b]: I want to be accepted so I can roleplay with a good community and play with other people.
In-Character:
Character Name: Jake Teneur
Background / Who are you?: Jake was born in 2169 nearing the end of the chaos time period before everyone started to band together through "The Great Link". He grew up in a relatively safe area. There was not a mass amount of mutants and radiation pocketed into certain areas that were far enough away not to be a threat. Of course the amount of mutants was still pretty high, his older brothers and father were able to keep them at bay during the night. Jake learned how to defend himself from dangers and how to be self sufficient throughout his life living with his family. Mutants were a simpler foe to deal with and no one was ready for when the Raiders came.
Jake was by a small pool of water that, although was undrinkable, had a very odd abundance of fish-like creatures. They bred at a staggering rate and seemed to cannibalize each other for food. He was too far away from his home to know they were under attack and it wouldn't have mattered. He returned before it got dark only to find his, once homely, home just a heap of rubble and smoldering embers. His family's corpses had been butchered and strewn about, but there was no sign of one of his brothers. His breath caught in his throat and out of the corner of his eye he thought he seen something coming back. Without thinking he dove through the rubble and rammed himself down through a cellar door that was discreetly set off to the side of the shelter if it were still standing.
He spent the night there in a cramped, dark hole under a heap of, what was once, his home. The disturbing mocking sounds of mutants seemed louder, closer and more disturbing than they ever had in his entire life. Day was breaking, he had gotten no sleep that night and the smell of freshly ripe dead bodies seeped its way into the cellar. He cautiously popped his head out of his hiding spot, the mutants had seemed to clear from the area and the smell was becoming too great for him to handle. His family's bodies had disappeared, this sank his heart, but he had no time for any hurt feelings. A Securo-Drone had been clearing the few remaining mutants and turned its targets to him, the screen flashed and it charged towards him. But he had already been high tailing it out of there, he ran for a great length. Across the sands, up and over dunes, and as far as his legs would take him in a day.
To survive scavenging is a must but, you can't always find what you need. Those that didn't decide to kill you right away could be traded with, of course during many of his years alone he was taken advantage of in trades. But he learned that he could also be a harsh negotiator also taking advantage of more softer or weaker people to make things in his favor and still being able to make things somewhat fair with others who were as stubborn as him. Soon he had gotten into other things than just trading. In his travels he stumbled upon only a few areas that had people. These people were sort of like Jake himself but not like those who seemed terribly sinister. Upon one of these chance meetings they taught him about gambling. "No this for that! You put in this and if you win you take it back along with everything else that was put in with yours!" He lost quite a bit that day, but was able to make up for it else where.
Some don't take kindly to losing and unfortunately he learned that the hard way as well. He was stripped of everything he had and taken out far into the wastes where he was beaten and left for dead... or anything else that would happen upon him. When he awoken he was completely confused of where he was or what he was doing, they really did knock the sense out of him, he got up and stumbled around for a short while. "Why are there no mutants or anything?" he asked himself. He was too weak to get anywhere far and collapsed as fast as he got up. Jake just ended up covering himself in sand to hide himself for the night. When he arose he tossed an old coin, he kept in his boot, twice. head for South and North, tails for East and West. He tossed heads "Okay... Now which way exactly...?" tossed again and landed tails, so he decided to head south.
Jake never did find those responsible for the murder of his family, but he's always made a stand against those who choose to murder others for possessions or even just in general. He has struck down quite a few for this and proceeds to do so if the odds seem to be in his favor. The year 2205. Jake had spent most of his time traveling in solitude trading when he could. Never had gotten to really trust anyone, why need to? Still being his harsh self in trading, he had become rather good at it and has been known to be able to really get a "good" deal for those who aren't as experience as he. Jake never had a radio or SCR-526 to receive signals or broadcasts but something in the recent year had drawn him to the east, always to the east. 2212. More and more wastes. Endless dirt, sand, and only God knows what, charred burnt and desolate. It seems his "hunch" had brought nowhere closer to ease, only more hardships. He still continues to travel east in hopes of finding something worthwhile.
[b]Character Family[/b]: Mother (deceased) Father (deceased) 2 Brothers (deceased, one missing)
[b]Character Age[/b]: 43
[b]Character Appearance[/b]: An average man, not handsome, not ugly. Blonde hair, blue eyes. Wears a loose fitting poncho of a sandy hue, along with a fabric mask of the same material over his nose and mouth. Underneath he wears a simple brown jumpsuit. Around his head we wears a red bandanna, and around his waist he wears a simple sash made up of multiple red ties. His hands are covered with a pair of gloves that are reinforced with scrap metal, his boots are likewise.
[b]Character Personality[/b]: He seems to the point a lot, but most times is throwing something behind the seams to earn things into his favor. He's rather bland, and not much of anything seems to dwell within him. A dull personality, if you will. He'll fight to the grave to make a trade where he's gaining more than his opponent. This meaning he's willing to give up a trade if it's not to his liking.
[b]Occupation[/b]: Scavenger and Trader. Scavenging isn't a hard thing to do, but doing it long enough gives you a sixth sense about what you're digging into and whether or not you should waste your time. It's a dirty way of living, but it can pay out and blends excellently if you can also sell what you've found. Trading is a different story, as it involves other humans, and any number of things can go awry. He finds trading with people less enjoyable than say, finding an old bottle of soda or some tech he could tinker with, for the reason that it's always a hair trigger away from being a bloodbath. Or that's possibly a bit of paranoia from having dealt with some unsavoury customers in the past.
[b]Can your character read or write?[/b] Yes. He was taught by his parents, where they learned he never found out. Presumably from some old world technology designed to help toddlers learn how to read.
[b]Can your character mine?[/b] No. Jake's family lived above ground and going down below the surface was where all sorts of dangerous creatures inhabited was never a good idea. What they needed they pulled from the surrounding area, and only occasionally would his father and older brother go below to find something that they desperately needed. Jake was never allowed to tag along.
[b]Can your character build?[/b] No. Jake was young before he was violently uprooted away from his home, so he never learned anything along the lines of constructing buildings. A simple tent would not be out of his grasp, though.
[b]Can your character fight?[/b] Yes. The Wastes are a harsh and dangerous place. A lot of his experience was trial by fire, where most of the time he got burnt. Trial and error was the name of the game.
[b]Can you make tools?[/b]: Yes. (Fishing rod and Hoe/any variation of farming tool that fits the theme)
[b]Can you farm?[/b]: Yes. Jake tended to the crops of his family's farm, as did his other family members. It seemed to him that it was the only thing he was ever allowed to do, so he made sure that he would learn how to do it well. Other than farming he learned how to fish, in the event that something happened to the food supply.
[b]Any special skills?[/b] None to speak of.
[b]Does your character have any health/physical or mental problems/issues?[/b]: Jake has caught onto the rather nasty habit of gambling. Not so much an addiction, yet, but seems to want to more commonly than most.
[b]Character Fears[/b]: Securo-Drones. Let's just say being chased by a man sized pseudo-spider for a day can leave one a bit shaken as it were.
[b]Describe an event where your character is in deep pain[/b]: "You cheating ****!" Chuck roared, "I didn't cheat! You just lost! Now. Hand over the gears!". If looks could kill Jake would have been dead the second hand dealt. "Oh I'll gear you alright!" Chuck took his chair and swung it down onto Jake's head. A flash of white and everything went black. When Jake came to, he was being dragged by 3 other men to some location somewhere. Trying his best to make sure they didn't know he was awake he tried to get a bearing of where he was. "Hey, hey! Look who's awake..." one of them said. "Dammnit" he thought to himself, "This is probably far enough. Let's get this over with." Jake was dropped harshly onto the ground and was then beaten and wailed upon. Taking hits every, mostly to the head, he was slipping back into unconsciousness once again but not before having the feel of his ribs broken tore through his nerves.
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[b]Other Information:
"I will use ((*)) or brackets to speak in OOC in the local chat if needed or I will get banned and i love cheeseburgers with all my heart."
[b]Minecraft Account Name:[/b] rex4d5
[b]How old are you?[/b] 13
[b]Gender?:[/b] male
[b]Time-Zone/Country of Residence: [/b] eastern time zone/america
[b]Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself:[/b] Im sarcastic and ctive and will try anying {in minecraft} once
[b]Why you would be a good addition to the server:[/b] illl be a great addition to the community and i wont be a complete jerk by hacking or doing ooc
[b]Describe yourself in one word:[/b] undefined
[b]How much time could you be on the server weekly?:at least once a day ecept sundays[/b]
[b]What do you know about roleplaying?: its like acting sort of you just play your charater as you go through the game and make up your own lines[/b]
[b]What do you expect this server will be like?:a hardcore survival experince thats intense with serios roleplay[/b]
[b]What is your past roleplaying experience?: none... but hey you gotta start somewere right?[/b]
[b]What other server have you played on and why did you leave them? i left becouse either noone was on or they changed the gameplay and plugins so much that the server stinks {im not listing the 50+ servers ive played on}[/b]
[b]How long have you played minecraft?: at least 1 year[/b]
[b]Have you ever been banned before? if you have write the reason why to ( Be Honest ): no[/b]
[b]Have you read the rules? Do you understand them and do you agreed with them?: yes[/b]
[b]What is a slime called on the server? sludge[/b]
[b]Have you ever had a sexual intercourse with your pet? ( Be Honest ) no[/b]
[b]Why you want to be accepted (A short answer, nothing big): this looks like a awsome server and very intense gameplay[/b]
[b]In-Character:[/b]
[b]Character Name:[/b] rex {ive tried writing storys and rex fits always im not taking a easier way out rex just works}
[b]Background / Who are you?: at 7 nuclear bombs destroyed my family friends and everything ive known now im just a scavenger of the wastelands looking for supplies to keep living[/b]
[b]Character Family:[/b] dead
[b]Character Age:? 17
[b]Character Appearance:?[/b] black robe covering my body and face
[b]Character Personality:?[/b] skittish,dark.sarcastic, one hell of a drunk
[b]Occupation:[/b] scavenger
[b]Can your character read or write?yes[/b]
[b]Can your character mine?[/b]Yes
[b]Can your character build?[/b]Yes
[b]Can your character fight?[/b]Yes, that doent mean im reall good though...
[b]Can you make tools?:[/b]Yes
[b]Can you farm?:yes its my best skill[/b]
[b]Any special skills?i can tame almost any mutated wolf with ease[/b]
[b]Does your character have any health/physical or mental problems/isues?: sometimes when trying to sleep has demented night halucinations not allowing him to get much sleep affecting him throught out the day[/b]
[b]Character Fears:[/b] death{yes we all fear it just know ones admits it!!!} and being mutated
[b]Describe an event where your character is in deep pain:[/b] another dreary day in my depressing bunker... at least its keeping me safe right? well if i dont get out soon ill catch cabin fever and that nothing can cure or protect me from so i go walk up the stairs to trap doorout of the bunker collecting junk and mining a bit for maybe something to sell for food but all i ge is stone and luckily came across a mutated pig for food i come back to the bunker about to go down when a fuel bot comes out and explodeds i feel the fire covor my body burning of my robe and skin the blast knocks my down the stairs cousing me to twist my ankle and hit my head i feel as if im lying in the sun the burns are intense and suddeny the burns on someplaces are cool i trun my burned head to the left to see blood from were i cut my head is cooling the burns i try and get up but my ankle just exploded into pain i lye back down and i see if cant sleep it off or maybe someone helps but the burns they hurt so much!!!![/b]
[b][b]A screenshot / description of your skin:black robe covering my body to help with stealth and protect from acid rain {in reality its a like a black mage skin but it fits my charachter doesnt it?}[/b]
[b]Other Information:[/b]
-Minecraft Account Name: GhostyS
-How old are you?: 17
-Time-Zone/Country of Residence: Timezone- AEST Country-Australia
-Do you have a good grip on the English language and good grammar?: I think that my grip on the English language is tighter then most individuals.
-Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself: Well, I guess I am a rather nice guy. Friendly to most, but my hat can get ruffled by a few trolling ruffians. Not to mention I am a rather good role-player, if I do say so myself.
-How much time could you dedicate on the server weekly?: About 2-3 hours a day, so around 21 or more hours a week.
-How long have been you been playing Minecraft?: Before survival mode was released. Although I did just make my curse account today.
-What do you know about roleplaying? How long have you been doing it? What kind?: I know my way around a good role-play, always stay in character stick to the theme all that jazz. Been doing it for awhile now, my first server was on garrys mod. Kinds? Fantasy, sci-fi, horror etc. Never participated in a post-apocalyptic one though.
-What do you expect this server will be like?: What i got from the OP is that there will not be alot of bad role-players around. Most servers have hardly any real rp, just a ton of people talking in brackets.
-What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them?: Well, as mentioned before i played on some garrys mod servers. Was admin on at least three i think. But awhile ago they shut down and moved on to other games.
-Have you ever been banned before? if, why? ( Be Honest ): Sure have, reason being I argued with the server owner about how he ran it. One of those servers where you have to pick a class, and all that ********. He jailed me then perma-banned me. That was on Terraria.
-Have you read, understood, and agreed to the rules?:
Indeed I have, I like the whole tsu storm and acidic rain ideas. I will use ((*)) or brackets to speak in OOC in the local chat if needed or I will get banned!
-How did you hear about us?:
Simple, I looked up role play in the search bar.
-Will you be willing to download and be active on our Mumble server?: Sure, always good to make some new friends. Although I have no mic.
In-Character:
-Character Name: Zephyr 'Ghost' Langley
-Biography: It was just another day in the wasteland for Zephyr, His father was in the forge crafting new items and gear to sell to other survivors in-case some came by. Zephyr was working on the crops, luckily enough they had found a patch of dirt that does not kill the wheat within minutes of planting it. Farming was easy for him, In fact the only thing he does is till the soil, harvest the crops and help his father around the forge. It was a lot easier for them before zephyr's mother died of radiation poisoning, she used to make the most wonderful bread.
After a hard days work it was time to rest, staying up later then the sunset is suicide, all manners of creatures, raiders and robots emerge from their slumber during the night. Zephyr and his father lived in a small bunker, inside that bunker is three rooms, one is the entrance, the other is the forge, and the last is the bedroom. The door is more then two feet thick lead, to keep out any radiation. This door has lasted through multiple ApocaStorms and radiation sweeps. luckily there has not been any signs of a Tsu storm to date.
The next day zephyr and his father woke up, exactly at sunrise as they were used to, and did what they always do. Zephyr to the farm to harvest more wheat, and his father to the forge to craft more gear. Zephyr noticed a sudden change of heat and increased wind, He shrugged the feeling off, thinking it to just be a minor case of rad poisoning, which in a small state can be healed by milk from a mutated cow, but then he was corrected. The heat and wind by a huge amount, you could almost see the radiation swirling in the air. The last thing zephyr saw was the bunker collapsing, with his father still in it.
He woke In a daze, all of his body numb except for his mouth, which felt tingly and burned, but that was not on his mind, all he could think about was the last thing he saw. He scrambled his way to the ruined bunker, and clambered around the rubble, trying to find any trace of his father. He found him, although he was not alive.
His fathers hand was sticking out from under a rock, still gripping tightly onto his hammer, Zephyr knelled and sobbed for some time, as any decent person would if a loved one died. He couldn't leave him like this, he decided to bury him next to the river. After saying some words, he noticed his reflection in the murky water. His mouth, the skin was stripped to the very bone, some teeth were missing and the rest were cracked. the remaining flesh was singed around the edges. He looked like a monster from a night-mare. He could not be seen like this, surely anyone to look at him would think he was one of those monsters, but Zephyr does not go anywhere without his back pack, which has all the stuff anyone would need for any situation. Other then various gadgets and food, he had a gas mask, which would be perfect for covering up his face, and so he set out. For what? He did not know, a new start? maybe...
-Character Family: His family was wiped out In a tsu storm, luckily he survived but is left with a terrible reminder.
-Character Age: 28
-Character Appearance: Zephyr wears simple leather clothes, with a blue shirt underneath. He does not go anywhere without his trusty backpack and gas mask.
-Character Personality: (Any fatal flaws?):A generally nice guy, but can sometimes be harsh and to the point. Often sells his black-smithy work at high precise (That *******!)
-Occupation: Roaming black-smithy.
-Can your character read or write?: He can read, but can not write.
-Can your character mine?: Zephyr has only little experience with mining, he can gather most ores but has trouble harvesting the more valuable (redstone, gold, diamond, lapis)
-Can your character build? (Holes in the ground do not count): He can, just not very well. You will see no artistic masterpieces coming from zephyr, IC at least.
-Can your character fight?: He knows his way around a blade and bow. If not a master, he is still better then most
-Can your character farm?: Yes he can, he has prior experience with tilling land and growing wheat and other plants such as reeds. when he was a child and was learning how off live off the land.
-Does your character have any special skills?: Zephyr is an adept at blacksmithing, he can forge nearly any item if given the right materials. Leaving him with very strong arms, and a bulky build. He is also rather good with a bow.
-Does your character have any mental or physical disabilities? Any health problems?: Zephyr's mouth is horrifically disfigured due to a severe injury from his past.
-Character Fears: Zephyr main fear is people seeing his mouth, it is horridly disfigured, and is the cause for his raspy breath. He also hates creepers 'fuel bots' since he does not want to get any more disfigured then he already is.
-DESCRIBE an event where your character is in deep pain.
The mangled corpse of his father lay before him, he was alone now. Nothing, nothing at all to accompany him, except his backpack. No-one to talk to, no home to live in. His mouth burned, and gurgled. each sob made his jaw throb, his skin rip and his throat bleed. He had spent his whole life on this little farm, and now, because of some some pointless war it is destroyed and his father lay dead. He thought of it, of killing himself. but he thought, what would dad think of that? What would dad think of my if i did that. So, in light of all that had happened that day he decided to leave, decided to try and forget this farm, and what happened on it. He left, but not a day goes by that he does not think of it, not a day goes by that he does not sit and cry over his beloved father. it truly is a bad sight to see him when he is crying, the cracks in his skin, the cuts, burns and bruises. All re-appear, as if they are taunting him. Punishing him for something he did not do. His wounds will never heal, not as long as he remembers his tragic past.
-A screenshot of your skin: (Please include a picture of the skin being worn, and a png of the skin itself)
This is a bad place for your first rp
Also fix your spelling and grammar
My eyes...