Out-Of-Character: Minecraft Account Name: JordanB2k10 How old are you?: 16 Gender?: Male: Time-Zone/Counrty of Residence: Central time. England Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself: Hmm, well, My names Jordan, Im currently in college, since in the UK you go at 16. doing an IT course, because I spend way to much time on the computer which is good for me, Thats pretty much all I have to say, unless questions are asked.: Why you would be a good addition to the server: Because Im a huge fan of Fallout, Borderlands, and I guess enough usage of these games would obviously be good, it'd motivate me to make some epic destroyed structures, i.e. power centre or something.: : How much time could you be on the server weekly?: Hmm, probly about 3 hours a day, 3 * 7. probly about 21 hours What do you know about roleplaying?:Don't be a douche, be realistic What do you expect this server will be like?:I kinda expect it to be abandonded, and then you see people every now and then, i have a freind on this server, Yenyang, and i'll probly stick with him What is your past roleplaying experience?: Garrys mod and this Medival server where there is wars. What other server have you played on and why did you leave them?: I can't remember, its like Theerezole, and I havn't let, I just don't play that much, mainly due to the people. How long have you played minecraft?:Since early alpha, can't think when, pretty much when it was all buggy. Have you ever been banned before? if you have write the reason why to ( Be Honest ): I've been banned from a server mainly because I started an arguement with the owner of the server and he put TNT in my castle, and then i went apeshit at him because he just denied it to my face. Have you read the rules? Do you understand them and do you agreed with them?:Yep, perfect :smile.gif: What is a slime called on the server?: slime? (it says unknown...) Have you ever had a sexual intercourse with your pet? ( Be Honest ): Its been 10 years without this coming up! eer.. no obviously (why the hell is this a question o.o?) Why you want to be accepted (A short answer, nothing big): because I love fallout, and games like it, and would love to play on this server
In-Character: Character Name: Jake Alabaster Background / Who are you?: I was born to into a farming family, for sixteen years I worked on my families farm. that was until a band of raiders came and burned it to the ground. I had been trading our grain harvest with a nearby village, when I returned I found my mother and father slaughtered, and carved as if they had been eaten by beasts. I grabbed what little I had and fled hoping to one day catch the murdering filth, and kill them once and for all. Character Family: None, (Deceased Mother and Father) Character Age:? 22 Character Appearance:? Muscular, with large green eyes, brown hair, and dark tan. Character Personality:? Violent at times, but mostly a good person. Good to have in a fight, not so good in a chat. Occupation: Farmer,Miner, you name it. Can your character read or write? Slowly, and nearly legibly Can your character mine? Anything involving heavy lifting he can do. Can your character build? Yes Can your character fight? He can hold his own in a fight Can you make tools?: Poorly, Can you farm?: Well he is the son of a farmer.. I would hope so Any special skills? Good with animal products, (leather, wool ect) Does your character have any health/physical or mental problems/issues?: Character Fears: Vampires. Describe an event where your character is in deep pain: On a venture from Camp Clarendon to a town people called, Canaan, It was said to have food, clean water and everything, 20kg backpack on my back, holding everything I own. Nobody beside me and a single flask of semi-clean water. I stopped by an an abandoned barn, as I lay my head to sleep, I heard the mutterings of raiders outside, My desire to kill at this point was intense, I had to do it, I had to get some kind of revenge for my family. I ran out with my trusty Bow, and my Dog Nelson. Shots first, then howling, then silence, 4 raiders lying dead, and my dog lying there in a pool of blood, I hoped it wasn't his, "Nelson, cmon boy, don't joke around", 3 days I stayed there, hoping for his revival, or even a passer by to know what to do, I had to walk away, with a peice of me missing. A screenshot / description of your skin:
"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."
Minecraft Account Name: The Hunter. Username thehunter0396
How old are you? 15 years of age
Time-Zone/Country of Residence: GMT -5:00 Eastern standard time, US and Canada. I live in Central
Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself: I can joke around at times, but am serious when necessary.
Why you would be a good addition to the server: I can rp very well. I've been on a few CBT servers, I'm not an OMGLOLGOLDICANHAZPLOX?! noob. I know my ****. I will contribute to the server as best I can. And will always keep the rp serious and in some cases even bleak, due to the nature of the situation. You will never see me whine or complain about any unfortunate circumstances, and if you ever hear me call a slime anything other than an unknown, living, nuclear waste creature, my only request is that you smack me over the head with an oar.
Describe yourself in one word: Abnormal
How much time could you be on the server weekly?: Weekly? Around 8-10 hours if not more, due to school. But once summer starts, those hours will show a tremendous increase. I also have to devote a few hours to adminship of an xfire community as well. 169 people to watch over. If I don't show my face around there sometimes, some form of trouble will no doubt start within the community. In short, I will be devoting as much time as I possibly can to this server.
What do you know about roleplaying?: I know its serious business. There is a situation going on on that server that is completely different from what we may experience in our day-to-day lives, and it is important that our actions and reactions reflect on that situation accurately. You will NOT see me making a mockery of this server. When I'm in rp mode, I'm in character. And when I'm in character, its serious business...
What do you expect this server will be like?: I expect it will be much like a post-apocalyptic wasteland. Old run-down townships, small bands of survivors struggling against the hazards of their environment just to make it to the next dawn... A truly amazing rp.
What is your past roleplaying experience?: Again, CBT servers as well as some multiplayer roleplay servers held by racingcat with only him, myself, and halo CE mapper tiamat on the server. I am working with tiamat on the future youtube series "The creeper is a spy", and I have roleplayed with him before. Believe me, we are both very strict in our roleplays, although there is room for joking here and there depending on the morale of the group.
What other server have you played on and why did you leave them? Qwahchees Closed Beta Testing rp server. I didn't leave it for no reason, the town was destroyed... Again... All that hard work... 12+ hours just on my house... A true shame. But oh well, it happens. I might visit once and awhile if the server goes online again. Its currently off while Qwahchees gets some work done.
How long have you played minecraft?: Since around December. Perhaps in months before. If the question is "Do you have experience in minecraft, are you mature enough for this server, and can we trust you not to much things up?" Then the answer is indeed yes. That would be a definite yes.
Have you ever been banned before? if you have write the reason why to( Be Honest ): No, and I don't plan to on your server either. I am a very patient and understanding person. I don't get in fights with people, and I always act mature and with good composure on the servers. This is an rp. It cannot be mucked up with our trivial human problems.
Have you read the rules? Do you understand them and do you agreed with them?: Yes, I read the entire page, as expected. I agree with everything, they seem decent rules given the situation.
What is a slime called on the server? It is an unknown, living, nuclear waste creature.
Have you ever had a sexual intercourse with your pet? No, of course not.
Why you want to be accepted (A short answer, nothing big): I like the idea of a post-apocalyptic rp server. First thing, I plan to stick with a small group of survivors and traverse the wasteland in search of other survivors and supplies. Simply put, this idea is win. I want to be a part of this server. End of story. If it takes 50 applications, I'll do it. But I just love this idea too much not to be a part of it.
Character Name: James A. Bluefield
Background / Who are you?: I am James Bluefield. I was once a scientist working to find a cure for radiation poisoning. I was also working with Xow and Xig cell cultures in an attempt to isolate the original species' DNA with the prospect of recreating the original Cow and Pig species, creating the possibility of more healthy meats, milk, and leather. I was born on a small farm near the foothills. Growing up, I learned many skills, such as how to construct various structures and farm various crops, but my heart was never in it. At the age of 14, my father was killed by raiders while gathering firewood. We found him next to an old log after searching the next morning, when he didn't come home. As soon as I was old enough to be out of that place, I got a job as a scientist at a research facility miles from home. The hours were good, and the pay better, so I stuck with it. During my time working here, my mother died of radiation poisoning. I would never leave my hazmat suit again, for fear of meeting the same fate. However, one of my later tasks caused an accident... We were researching cross-dimensional travel. To the land of the nether, where we had sent scanning drones numerous times. We had previously believed humans could not survive in this environment, however readings received from a scanning drone showed us possibilities of entering a less temperate region of the nether, where we could set up a research station. It was the day we would send a researcher through the portal with protective gear. Liam Richmond would be the first human to ever enter the netherworld. We had made all the necessary preparations to send him in. I, as the scientist who found the necessary methods to build a portal capable of sending a human to the nether without interrupting any organic processes, shook his hand personally. Everything was in order. It all should have gone so smoothly. No one was there to document the occasion, so I just went up to my locker to get my camera (I figured I could take a few pictures smuggling the camera in a pocket of my hazmat suit). I was only gone 5 minutes. I had made it about halfway down the first flight of stairs when I heard the rumblings and heard the screams. The whole building felt like it was about to crumble. I ran back up the stairs and out the main doors at full speed, collapsing, out of breath, in the middle of the staff parking lot. I turned my head to see a hole torn out of thin air. The maw widened, and I felt everything around me being sucked towards it with tremendous force.The concrete around me began to crumble away. I gripped a grid of rebar for dear life, and could only watch in horror as chunks of concrete around me began to fly into the void. A few moments later, cracks began forming in the asphalt. They grew larger and closer. This went on for minutes until eventually, there was a great ripping feeling from below. The entire research facility along with its foundation were torn from the earth and sucked into the void. The rip began to contract, and as it closed, a shockwave of tremendous force rippled through the air, sending me tumbling into a nearby fence. I blacked out. I regained my consciousness what must have been several hours later. Looking down, I saw a vast crater. The portal had sucked in the entire research facility. Nothing was left, save the parking lot and parts of the steps leading up to the main entrance. To this day I do not know what happened down there. Did part of the machine fail? What sort of glitch in my system could have caused this? I pulled myself together and began to hobble west. Towards the only township in the area. They were the only people that new about the facility, they must have been where the rumors came from. The rumors about the research station that was sucked into the nether and never came back. I myself swore I would never speak of the incident again. My friends... What must have happened to them down there... I now wander the wasteland in search of other survivors and civilizations that could use my skills to survive.
Character Family: Father was killed by raiders in the forest when gathering firewood one winter. Mother was died of radiation poisoning after being caught in the fields during an Apocastorm. One living sibling who ran away from home at age 17, haven't heard from him since.
Character Age:? 31
Character Appearance:? A young man with brown hair. Medium strength obtained from working on his parents small wheat farm as a child. a small scar on his right cheek from an encounter with a securo-drone at night after walking home from the fields late.
Character Personality:? Good natured and alright to be around despite his unfortunate past. He doesn't speak much about his past though, and has never told anyone about what happened at the research facility. When most ask, he merely turns away, and says he has to get back to his work. James is a tinkerer. Always trying to construct new tools and devices. In his free time he draws blueprints for buildings he would like to construct. He always enjoyed architecture.
Occupation: Ex-scientist for an unknown Research facility. Searching for a job making tools and other contraptions for a group of survivors in exchange for a share of their food supplies. In other words, no real occupation at the moment.
Can your character read or write? Yes, very fluently. As a scientist, one had to be very educated. He learned from his parents, and an old man from the nearby township who's grandfather was a teacher before the robot uprising.
Can your character mine? Not very well. Although he occasionally would gather ores for fellow researches to study, that chore was usually left for hired hands and mining contractors.
Can your character build? As a child, James often had to construct various sheds and pens, as well as maintain the barn structure. Yes he can build, although it is not his primary purpose.
Can your character fight? In an emergency situation, he can fight for himself, although he is much better when fighting with a group. Mainly uses melee weapons in combat situations.
Can you make tools?: Yes. As a scientist, James would often construct his own devices for his experiments, seeing them as a bit more efficient than the tools he was issued for his field of research.
Can you farm?: James was born on a farm, but he has no time to trifle with food provisions unless absolutely necessary. He is much better with building and making tools for his group.
Any special skills? James briefly experimented with cross-dimensional travel. He has been looking into devices for accessing other dimensions for some time now, but gave up his research into this after leaving the research facility. He refuses to talk about why. He still has the blueprints for the machine to go... there... stashed away in one of his chests.
Does your character have any health/physical or mental problems/issues?: Yes. Due to his mother dying of radiation poisoning, he has a distinct fear of contact with the outside air. For this reason, he never leaves his Hazmat suit.
Character Fears: Radioactive substances, apocastorms, radiation sweeps, Tsu Storms, etc.
Describe an event where your character is in deep pain: James was patrolling the area around his shelter for any creatures he may be able to take samples from, or any threats to his well being. While on the lookout, he suspected something was amiss. There were no animals of any kind outside. It was a few minutes before he heard the wind began to rumble. A radiation sweep. James' fear of radiation began to set in, and he flew into a moment of panic. searching franticly for any form of shelter from the storm, he saw nothing. He saw the red winds in the distance, approaching fast, and knew he had little time. The only visible shelter was a hole in the ground around 50 yards away. He quickly made a mad dash for the small hole, knowing it was his only hope of escape from the storm. Looking in, he saw it was deep. About 20 feet deep, but he had no time to question the danger. His fear of the storm was far more palpable than his fear of broken limbs. He jumped. Unprepared for the sudden impact, the full force of the fall was absorbed into his right leg smashing into the jagged rock. His leg was broken and bleeding. The storm passed shortly, his numbing fear temporarily blocking out the pain, but he soon felt it. And it was searing. Like the hot blade of an ax head had been thrust into his right shin, and twisted about until flesh and bone blended into a sickening mush. He was lucky his screams of pain were heard. About an hour later, a band of survivors found him in the pit, and rescued him. After watching over James for about 2 months while he recovered, James left to go off on his own once more, and the group was on its way.
A screenshot / description of your skin:
An L4D2 Hazmat suit. Looks very run down, perfect for the character. Although I have personally modified the skin so it has the human characters face tinted the same bluish color as the glass on the suit's helmet. I have personally tested it ingame, and it looks great.
There is my edited, more human version in-game. It even has the aforementioned scar on the right cheek, just below the eye, though it may not be visible from a distance.
Other Information: My character is a very open person, but does not speak much about himself or his past. He has a medium threshold of pain, as well as medium strength. His main skills are in the intellectual area. Making tools, building structures, and things of that nature. Also a great tactician.